Day 258: Come in, Moscow

First, this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgoapkOo4vg . It made me cry. In a good way. 

Fabulous meeting with Rob today, and a massive bonus meeting with Vic. And then a juuuuuiiiccy workshop. We had such massive fun doing it. I had a bit of a cry at one of the pieces too. It is such a delightful combo, improv/physical movement and creative writing. The flow is fatter. Maybe it's like a prayer to the muses. It's an opening up of something. It's great. 


It also allows for failure, for a sentence that doesn't work or a whole piece that misses the mark. It's part of the game. It's not a sign we should stop creating - it's a sign that we should continue. When we produce what WE,through self-consciousness, fear or shame, consider to be 'shit', we know we'd better keep on because that masterpiece is on its way. There must be a pony. There must. There must.


Great to see Faze and his crew doing their pedal-powered cinema, and I'm SO grateful to them all for stopping what they were doing for five minutes to play a quick round of Eastenders with me and my two writers. It allowed us to do a big group exercise even though we were small and it got their energy up for the night. Good for all of us, delightful all round. 


Loving the soft welcome of my bed. Loving the thought of tomorrow. Bring. It. On.