Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Time and Money

Time and Money. Why do they go together like horse and carriage, salt and pepper, tick and tock?

I'm not saying the dreaded 'time is money' - hate that sentiment and have done everything possible in life to avoid that mantra having anything to do with me. No, it's not so much that, but rather there could always be more of both. I'm not saying that there is not enough. If I've a roof over my head and food in my belly, that's abundance really. And time - beyond the unknown and the inevitable I'm not conscious of 'marking' my time.

But oh, would a bit more of both be useful from time to time. See, that word again, dropped in from the sub-conscious. All I want to do at the moment is sit at my desk undisturbed and just throw myself into the screenplay. Dive in, loose myself, immerse in the story.

With the return of the sun has come that alive feeling of committing to a bundle of projects and feeling right now that I'm always on the run and never standing still. I'm not complaining, part of me loves it, another part longs for stillness. I know that the ideas form an merge out there even if I'm not sat here, so the busy feeling is all good. But I need some stillness too.

The biggest irony of it all is that 'time' and 'money' and the lack of those two things being a barrier to writing, are the very same things that I need to be writing about in the script right now. Need to move on and create a sense of action and drama and they are the first points of call. I'm back at a new start with the whole script right now. it feels like being a peeled snail, and I've got to put the time in to grow a new shell, move a little further on.

There is also a curious magic going on with the whole process. It seems eerily like the things I plot seem to take some form of reality. Like time and money. Then I found Flo's house.

I found Flo's house today.

I don't want to go into too much detail until other details and fundamentals filter into tomorrow. But, what happened was a bizarre combination of special, scary and bloody exciting.

I was inside Flo's house talking to the her that was not there. The whole experience was a cross between a waking dream and a surreal drug induced experience. I'm not being deliberately enigmatic (though it does sound as though I am). I'm simply trying to find some sense in what has been a beautifully strange day.

So here I go again, full circle. Running on empty with both time and money is creating the third thing that comes from the space in between them both. Magic. Just the pure magic of adventures. Time - the lack of it is creating more magic.Money - wishing for it and forgetting to live and laugh and breathe and dance, means missing the magic of time.

Oh I've tangled my self up in words again. Something to do with Flo's house. More to do with needing some sleep...

5 comments:

Petink said...

Not just you, i felt it too. We leave it to Flo to guide her sisters and karma to guide Mr. Magic.

Emily said...

Flo's house sounds cool.

I think one of the problems we've all had recently is we've been caught up in how to make money and you're right, it does put us in danger of losing the magic we loved in the first place.
xx

David Marc Napier Bate said...

Ah, so you. An as always enjoyable read, and I'm comforted by the fact you seem to know it can (sometimes) be confusing talking to you!! But would any of us have it any other way?

Occasional Poster of Comments said...

I know what you mean, Em. I don't seem to be getting my head around this whole writing being "not just a bit of fun" stuff at all. And I seem to have lost all abitily to wriet in teh processs. It's driving me nuts.

Still, the magic's probably somewhere close at hand. And when I catch it it's got a lot of explaining to do.

Jen said...

The book I'm reading at the moment talks about mediation to calm the mind.

In buddist circles, a lack of stillness is known as having monkey thoughts, swinging from the past to the future without spending a lot of time in the present. Gilbert (author of Eat, Pray, Love) says that learning to meditate is like giving these brain monkeys a pile of buttons to count.