10,000 songs and one more

Ok, I now have a little more to say. On Valentine's Day I finished up writing my 10,000th song. And I am such a laze I have only written one more since then. Of course I am now working on another project which I started on ( not realizing it was a project at the time ) a few years back. I am now over 780 fantasy worlds into the 1001 fantasy worlds project. Other projects sort of in the works: the rock and roll band ( I saw Janis Joplin live when 18 and never you mind if I was high or not but I decided then that I wanted to be a rock star. I am 61. Dreams sometimes refuse to die ) I want to form at the new senior center a block away. I would then like to see about maybe getting a 1001 song project started ( having others and myself record a 1001 songs of my 10,001 songs ), and a 1001 stories project ( to be started after my 1001 fantasy worlds is completed ) which should then take me a few years or more. Why the 1001? Because I live in Indio ( though I SOOOOO miss my Hollywood friends and the awesome thrift stores there ). And Indio has the Riverside County Fair, the Date Festival, patterned after the Arabian Nights which were 1001 nights.

Some times there is big big frustration and one wonders if anyone knows or cares at all what has been my life's work. But being the creative genius... I wake up and my fingers itch to write. It just pours out of me, the creativity, because that is who I am. That is who God made me. I will just view it as a blessing even though I am living my life in poverty and obscurity. I can't afford to buy music so God has given me songs to sing that are uniquely mine. I don't have the money for art so I am given the blessing of seeing kaleidoscopes of color in my mind and can create my own art. I love to read fantasy and so much of it nowadays are just textbooks of how to practice witchcraft and magic ( BARF ) rather than actually using one's imagination to create a world of fiction, so I have been given worlds of imagination to wander through and create. So this is God's blessing for me. Even though there are naysayers that consider me to be a worthless bum. If you are artistic and poor you are the equivalent of ewwwww something scrapped off the bottom of a shoe. If you are artistic and rich you are worthy to be cast in gold or whatever to be worshipped and adored as an icon and idol. I don't want to the latter ( rich and famous, sure but worshipped iconically, no ) merely to be respected for my craft. Another blessing is that I do have friends who are artistic whom I treasure. They respect me as a peer which means more than the world to me. I am honored by their friendship and I love them dearly. Now if I only wasn't estranged from the family that feels they have the right to judge me and say they "know me." Self-absorbed, they sit in judgment. They do not have a rat's ass clue as to whom I am, not as a person and certainly not as the mad-eyed Bohemian that I ever profess to be. Off to stick a nose in a book. R is for Ricochet if you are so nosy as to want to know..

packing blues

I hate to pack and move. I like to think that I have the strength to do this but... I wish that I did but after about half an hour I am wiped out. Luckily I have been packing for months so there is not a lot to be done. But still I know things need to get done and of course I would like them to have been done yesterday. Where did all of the energy go to? This time next month will find me moved in and my internet and cable problems hopefully taken care of. Just how "settled" I will be, however, is anyone's guess. I think the biggest problem I have ( besides the lack of physical strength ) is what I touched on yesterday. Right now I can feel the creativity starting to flow. I am agitated and restless and want things already settled so I can just jump in and CREATE. But this is a process that needs to be done and everything in its time. The creativity will be like an impatient date who sits around in the living room waiting for you to get ready hours past the time you were supposed to. So much that needs to get done besides writing and singing and of course what would I rather do? I need to finish the packing and then the unpacking and then find doctors and get new glasses and then there is that stupid jury duty nonsense.  And somewhere in all of that I will write.

This is a short breather and then pack to packing.

SAC