Nov 08 2010
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Greetings All from a hopeless insomniac…
Well, I admit I have been remiss in keeping up to date with this blog. I don’t know how many people read my ramblings to begin with, but after many months, I feel compelled to write with my latest thoughts on independent film, producing, writing and, well, life – since it all seems to bleed together.
I wrote CWL during a bout of insomnia – something I’ve struggled with for years. In my artistic, alcoholic mind, I have always prided myself on my ability to “really get things done” while most others sleep and the uncanny clarity (or insanity) that make me able to articulate the wayward nature of the human condition when my fingers set to typing during the wee hours. To be blunt, this is a load of crock. Sleep deprivation is not a conduit to artistic expression, still it’s a tell-tale sign of a restless disposition and the fact that something very real is wrong. Some change is in order and it’s keeping us from the serenity we crave when we rest our weary heads upon pillows.
Such is the case now as I write to you. As usual, my cat – the inspiration for “Lucifer” – is watching me as he struggles to sleep on my fax machine. Oh if animals could speak…
So, what, you may ask, if keeping me up again?? My clock is ticking, and no, not the biological one (although I am pretty sure it should be) but no, it’s the clock that signifies all the time I feel I lost to alcoholism that I am trying to make up for. I spent so much of my twenties feeling lost and purposeless. My answer was to self-medicate and to dream of what things would be like if I had purpose. Now I have my compass, and it points north but I am late on my arrival. I want so much to make films and to be respected for my work in them. As an actress I am way behind, and it’s tough at this stage in my life to get in – to see the right people and convince them to give me a chance to do what I know I am capable of. Which is why I write. I write because I have stories to tell and I will make movie after movie if that is what it takes to show people that I am someone to take seriously.
I offer these musings to the writer, and those who can relate to lost time, the ticking clock of moments already past, the fickle tide of today’s entertainment industry, addict/alcoholic tendencies and a yearning desire to make something more out of one’s life.
I can’t sleep. And when I asked my ceiling “why not” I got an answer… A little voice said simply “Because you need to write.” We are currently in pre-production for my new film, and I am on the marketing/promotional side of my last. Lord know producing a film will exhaust every intellectual, creative and physical faculty one possesses, but my purpose is to write. I have found my calling in that. And I have strayed. Restlessness and sleep-deprivation are symptoms of suppressing instincts and emotions that need to be experienced. And when we fail to give them credence in the daylight, they will haunt us in the twilight. But writing is the key to unlocking it all and creating something beautiful from the madness.
“Write. You need to write” said the ….
