An unedited excerpt of my notes from today.
Song writing. stuck. stuck and emotional. a heaviness in the room.
Quiet just towards the end of the day. the baby’s crying eating me.
Persevering with something I don’t really like very much.
The song writer – crossing lines out over and over again.
The sewing machine.
Other stuff in the way – mild panic at the pressure I place on myself.
Improvisation means I have to work other than stay stuck with a feeling.
Jules’ idea – present an album.
I was always interested in ‘scenes’ economical scenes.
Ended with an improvisation/ better than day 2 or 3. less fuss – more intimate, Serge not watching made me freer.
Big issues are the balance between ‘doing’ stuff and dancing – partly because I don’t know what I’m doing – what I’m focused on. I feel very vulnerable wondering what I’m doing. Really what am I doing.