All tagged creative nonfiction
I have hit the wall of optimism. There is no more.
I’ve been on an optimistic high for so long and now I’m crashing. Reality is biting me at every turn. I’ve lived in the creative bubble for the past three months now, thinking that if I just worked hard enough I would persevere. I want to tell you that this is what happened but it’s not.
I’m exhausted. I came to Bristol and hit the ground running, setting up meetings, volunteering, working on my writing, attending work-related events, exploring the city, etc. I’m not complaining because I have seen the fruits of my labour. I have a lovely house with amazing housemates that I consider my friends.
It’s hard to say what’s changed since I moved to Bristol over a month ago except that everything has. I’m still the same person I was in Vancouver but a slightly more confident and ambitious person. I have found myself doing things I would never do in Vancouver.
A few weeks before I moved to the UK I made a list of irrational fears I had about living in the UK. It was a high point in my anxiety and I thought if I could write it down, it would be an easier monster to tackle. I
When you really want something to happen, the whole world conspires to help you achieve it - Paulo Coelho
I quoted that sentence the other day not knowing who it came from. I believe it to be a universal truth, especially now considering my own circumstances. I have born witness to this magic.
The reception he received from the audience upon his entrance to the Forum was one more akin to that for rock stars or actors rather than a writer. But Neil Gaiman is a rock star to his fan base, and rightly so.
I can’t write about Bristol. That is to say I don’t know how. The last two weeks have felt like a lifetime, each minute filled with an intensity that can only come from traveling. Each experience pregnant with significance.
He didn’t even remember me, instead, giving me the practiced customer service smile. His hair was bigger and whiter. He finally had his teeth capped. Before, we would talk about his yellow-brown teeth and how much they disgusted us.