yes, I have an internet connexion problem because I spent all my gigabytes watching this film with dogs in order to relax. The result is I don’t have any connexion left to blog or other things. And the computer I use right now is not private so I might have to go fast.
Since I was under cover, no photo or name of mine will appear.
I enjoyed meeting very easy-going and cool co-bloggers, not to mention the speech given by the master-mind Luca, of WordPress, with tips about blogging. Telegram and Snapchat was one of them. But there were a lot more.
Now, as to the rest of the weekend, I had to go wireless, and instead I fed the ducks at the park. No need for connexion, just a connexion with Nature
as I have been soul-searching the last few days, I took the test and apparently I am supposed to become a Broadcast News Analyst.
I even took it twice. Apparently they are artistic and social. And these two characteristics seem to be those where I have the highest score.
Hmm, … I need to give it a thought 😉
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so there is this blogger meeting, the Blogger’s Bash I intend to attend for the first time, and meet people who share the same passion: writing and publishing something on line on a regular basis!
In the meanwhile, I have been dealing with practical questions: how to keep my environment organized, satisfy my flatmate who thinks I don’t clean the surfaces in the Kitchen every time I finish cooking -she might have a point- with creative writing, organizing my next artistic event and also looking for funding opportunities for another round in the UK.
Hmmm… and last but not least, I need to walk more than 15.000 steps a day so that our team wins the trophee at the working platform I am attached to.
So, where is the time for romance? Passion? Exhuberation? Soul searching?
To be honest, I start from soul-searching and being open to inspiration.
This is why I can forget spraying Dettol on the kitchen or to put my clothes in order.
This is also the reason why I start my working day after lunch.
And why I finish so late!
Do I want to change that?
I like writing late, the feeling that I am the only person around.
There is something rebellious about it, I am not sure I can find early in the morning.
I am still in front of my desk with my eyes kind of aching after all these words I have been reading, writing, erasing, rewriting.
Actually I admit I have a publishing fear: I am writing, and then I don’t really show my work to the publishers I could have. Especially in the world contacted. Especially when it comes to writing a project for my other activity, the artistic project organization, I seem to feel overwhelmed: I still have on my mind the words of my critics, it doesn’t make sense, it is not well written, it is … not publishable for the brochure of the exhibition… you’d better stick to contact the catering… who do you think you are, the curator?
Just to make a long story short.
The thing is, I have dared to publish a book. But I went to find a publisher in my French village, probably hoping no one will find about it.
At least none of my Parisian, high brow critics.
I am a great performer, so I dare to explain things in meetings.
But when it comes to writing the text, there is something in the form that doesn’t fit the gallery’s standards.
I decided to change that.
I will sent as many projects as possible. They will wonder how on earth I found the time.
these last two days I kind of crashed a party: it was for my work not for pleasure; or maybe both 🙂
I was told about the launch of an event in the near future and I had inside information about the whereabouts of the group who would prepare it. I vaguely know the person in charge so I appeared on the day X with an innocent smile: oh, I was just in the neighborhood!
Finally they asked me to stay and it is even possible that I will become part of the group in a formal way: at the same time I take a risk of passing the tolerance limit of the person in charge who might find me undisciplined …
I was feeling between happy for my risk and afraid I overdid it… is it worth being intelligent and coming up with good ideas if this was not the moment to speak my mind? Because when I get somewhere I forget about strategy and like to enjoy myself.
“Cerise sur le gâteau” : one of the senior star-artists who was invited had a crush on me; he emailed me something that looked like a love letter today; he is definitely not my type and that could complicate things.
The only plus: he is living in Vancouver; so we might only see him again next month:
tonight, at the cocktail party that followed the launching of an exhibition, I run into an old flame. He is a Belgian I had been in love with, briefly, during the preparation of an event,artistic event, and then he vanished somewhere in Germany. He has proposed to me to collaborate and I accepted even though working with him brings back memories.
He is in a relationship now, and he doesn’t seem very happy: this is probably the reason why he is bitter about my plans and perspectives. Not exactly what I need. Of course I need precision, I need to ask people with experience; but it is also good to have cheerleaders around who will tell you: just go for it!
At the same time I think he is talented and his idea makes sense. I shouldn’t throw it away but take a first step and see what it feels like working together again; in any case we don’t need any geographical proximity. And a lot of other people would be involved 🙂
what if it’s cold and rainy in London, summer has arrived! And I will need your full suport for my plans, so listen carefully and come up with useful advice!
I had a meeting with an old friend and successful artist, who has built an international career; he has been presenting his work in different parts of the world. When we had first met we were both at the beginning, but it seems that my way had more road blocks. He evolved mainly in the States, I was in France. Now, he has become curator for a very avant-gard museum and also finds time for his work.
Somehow I felt stressed up at the end of this lunch, comparing his it to my situation.
Not again April, you might say.
Yes I know, I am more than lucky and grateful to find myself in London, but greed seems to be part of our culture; I want MORE
Is more better?
I need my self-confidence to work for me instead of sabotaging me. Is it worthwhile wondering, is my writing good enough? Is it going to be recognized by some powerful figure who decides on allocation of resources?
How about getting my power back and doing what I like better? The power figure is me!
Will my self-confidence be my personal trainer and coach?