Today I had to take down the "NaNoWriMo Participant" icon that was holding residency above my calendar to the right. I'm not ashamed and I do not hang my head in defeat. I've decided to take a different creative direction that does not involve writing a novel in 30 days. Just forcing myself to attempt it gave me quite a few things to think about. The past few weeks have been full of me Thinking About Things; I've been on a headspin that's shaking up beliefs I've held self-evident for decades and making me reconsider the ways I've gone about my daily life. Frequent epiphanies, surprisingly strong convictions, and general discontent have merged into quite a brainful of chaos. I'm sorting out the voices one by one.
I was looking for a new photo for the top of my site. It was the little picture of downtown Seattle since April. I started fooling around with this picture that Mon Frere took of me at the top of the Space Needle. It's one of my recent favorites. As I was working with it in Photoshop, I realized how clearly it was beginning to look like I was behind bars.
There was the beautiful landscape -- the sparkly city and almost-sunset, Mt. Rainier showing her colors, and me jailed, in a cage, looking at it all from a distance. It's the last image I want for myself. Especially today.
I was talking to my beloved Nathan Bright Autumn Sky who called me from his green hills of Maine, and he asked how Kobie was doing. I said, "He's fine... I think he's just happy that he's not in a cage anymore."
And Nate said, "Neither of you are."
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