I have started to make entries into my journal and thought I'd share one with you.
I have recently moved into a new house-share, and it is proving to be the house-share from hell.
Since I moved, I have not been able to write anything.
I attended a script brainstorming session on Sunday, and the ideas were not forth coming.
I reflected on this and felt my lack of creativity was directly linked to my current uneasy feeling.
My external life was affecting my internal life.
Was there a way I could compartmentalise my mind?
I have often read of artists creating some of their best work, while struggling with far greater adversity than mine.
Do they throw themselves into their work?
Perhaps I needed to embrace my feelings of dread, depression and anger?
As a motivational springboard, I found these feelings fruitless.
Then I reflected on my current situation again.
Sure, I am unhappy about it, but I am hopeful for the future.
Thats when it hit me. Instead of looking for inspiration in the dark, I should turn my attention to the light at the end of the tunnel.
It's just a thought.....born from some reflection.
Wednesday 27 March 2013
Tuesday 26 March 2013
Everyday I Write the Book
OK, I'm a bit behind in my undertaking of the second part of first module, but I'm off and running.
I am without the Reader, so I've surfed the net, and already begun to piece together an understanding of Reflective Practice.
Tomorrow I start my journal. I may back-date it a few days. I was involved in a couple of events, that made me question my motives, ethical practice, and the affect on others.
I am generally a reflective person (sometimes to my detriment) but I think all actors are. To understand a character we must first understand ourselves.
There are many reasons for writing a journal. The two that initially resonate with me are from David Boud and Jenny Moon.
Boud states one reason as "a form of therapy."
Boud, D. (2001). Using journal writing to enhance reflective practice.
And
"To enhance creativity by making better use of intuitive understanding."
Using journals in learning through reflection, Jenny Moon
(1999a)
Well, this may all change when I put pen to paper. I'm curious to see what happens.
I am without the Reader, so I've surfed the net, and already begun to piece together an understanding of Reflective Practice.
Tomorrow I start my journal. I may back-date it a few days. I was involved in a couple of events, that made me question my motives, ethical practice, and the affect on others.
I am generally a reflective person (sometimes to my detriment) but I think all actors are. To understand a character we must first understand ourselves.
There are many reasons for writing a journal. The two that initially resonate with me are from David Boud and Jenny Moon.
Boud states one reason as "a form of therapy."
Boud, D. (2001). Using journal writing to enhance reflective practice.
And
"To enhance creativity by making better use of intuitive understanding."
Using journals in learning through reflection, Jenny Moon
(1999a)
Well, this may all change when I put pen to paper. I'm curious to see what happens.
Tuesday 12 March 2013
Script Doctor : Not struck off, just ticked off.
I mentioned that I had self- appointed myself (I stress the self-appointed) Script Doctor on an impending short film. I waited to see if any of my ideas had made it into the final script.
So it was with a sense of curiosity and a little excitement, I opened the script attachment sent to my phone on Saturday morning.
All my ideas were included, bar one. But scenes I had written to replace existing scenes, now sat next to the previous material, jostling for attention, and in affect making the scenes twice as long.
Plus, jokes I had written, were included, but with bits tagged on to the punchline.
I threw my arms in the air, fell to my knees and cried "Nooooooooo."
OK. I was in the food court of a shopping centre, so I didn't do that-but you get the point.
Why did I care so much? It was not my project to start off with.
But, they were my words, damn it.
I had joined the project. Entered the creative slipstream. My words, my actions weaved through the fabric of the story.
I went through frustration, disappointment and finally acceptance. Acceptance, because for all my righteous indignation, I came back to the same fact : It was not my project to start off with.
So it was with a sense of curiosity and a little excitement, I opened the script attachment sent to my phone on Saturday morning.
All my ideas were included, bar one. But scenes I had written to replace existing scenes, now sat next to the previous material, jostling for attention, and in affect making the scenes twice as long.
Plus, jokes I had written, were included, but with bits tagged on to the punchline.
I threw my arms in the air, fell to my knees and cried "Nooooooooo."
OK. I was in the food court of a shopping centre, so I didn't do that-but you get the point.
Why did I care so much? It was not my project to start off with.
But, they were my words, damn it.
I had joined the project. Entered the creative slipstream. My words, my actions weaved through the fabric of the story.
I went through frustration, disappointment and finally acceptance. Acceptance, because for all my righteous indignation, I came back to the same fact : It was not my project to start off with.
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