Susan Gibson Video
From my new video camera at the Fischer Rice Festival….
Act Three
I was watching a movie and the character was talking about the Act V of a character’s life in a shakespeare play and it started me think about what act I was in in life. Maybe the beginning of act three; the third album; the third installment in the series. The one after the sophomore slump that was my second act. One which I freely admit I simply coasted on the success of the first. Maybe I am still coasting.
Act three (in a five act play) is the middle, the hardest part to write because it is where the characters emotional journey comes to climax. It is the conflict that defines the character. It is the change over for the character.
If I were in a comedy, then this would be when all the weird and bad things would start to take a more positive shape. If I were in a drama, then this would be when good would have become bad. In each, as a character, I would be defined by my reactions. Unfortunately, I come up a bit short on conflict. I do not really see an antagonist in my life. Is it my weight, my work, my personal relationships, my complacency? Maybe I am still in the end of act two then. Maybe I am rushing myself because I think of these acts evenly distributed on the time line of my life line. I am nearing forty so it should be act three right?
Is is crazy to want an antagonist? Is this why so many others seek drama. Is it that is pushes them to act? If I where writing my life, I would be introducing the conflict and making this character do something.
paul newman
Paul Newman died last night.
What I know of his life is that it was one worth emulating…married to his wife for 50 years, he gave hundreds of millions of dollars to charity, he started multiple camps and he was just so cool.
let sleeping dog lie
it”s a strong metaphor and I am not sure what I want to say about it. It starts here. The dogs and hayseed all napping silently together on the couch. I am tired too and want to nap but I am working.
Of course as I wrote the subject with cnn in the background and with recent events burned into my consciousness. I can’t help but think about McCain. let sleeping dogs lie. there’s something I want to say but I need to work out what that is…
vets
Wolly’s in surgery today. Having scar tissue removed from her ear so there will be no more hematoma, fluids can drain and to make sure her ear doesn’t become necrotic. That’s a weird word…It makes me nervous and it’s THE VET, the one where I can’t even go into the treatment room because of what I left there the last time.
I am sure she is fine…I am sure she is fine.