Hello, folks. Remember how I’m working on some books? Yeah, I’m just in that spot where I’m getting focused work done, so if I change anything I feel like I’ll flip out of accomplishing stuff, ergo, I strenuously avoid blogging (in the sense of ‘I have blogged,’ if you know what I mean).
Yes, Today Counts as Blogging
Also, I am drawing more pictures (see the umbrella-toting skirted person above).
I was thinking about a girl I worked as an actor a long time ago. She wanted to be famous, like, Hollywood A-list famous, the whole enchilada. So she wanted my help, ’cause I’m a really killer director who can get great acting out of a mostly-dead potato.
Oh, Victor Poole, You Vain and Insufferable Cabbage
We sat down and made a list of her goals, and soon after she got started, she gave up and disappeared. The whole process, start to finish, lasted about three weeks, from initial ‘I would like to be famous! Help me!’ to ghosting.
I’ll Tell You About Her: Ready?
I can tell you in a couple of sentences.
First, she had previously married a man who was socially nonfunctional and in many ways already emotionally husbanded to his own mother, and that’s a very direct way to cut down an actress’s ambition and ability to move forward in her life.
Next, she had not energetically detached from a deep, primal need for constant relational approval from any persons around her, and she lived among a lot of toxic judgy-pants sorts of mature plants (by which I mean entrenched and conservative church leaders).
‘Down with the Ambitious Wench!’ (Etc.)
A-list Hollywood? Not gonna start happening until she divorces, moves, and busts her backside in intensive therapy to discover a resilient and authentic self.
Hard to sell yourself as an actor professionally when you don’t yet own any part of yourself.
Ah, the cost of fame. Blergety blerg.
You’re reading Victor Poole, and if you want to find out what the aliens are going to do to Diana for provoking Stuart, I guess we’ll both have to find out tomorrow! Also, in my current book, the hunter is nearly ready to take a very large bundle of culturally-significant feathers to the religious council on the planet. (Yay!)