Learning new things is scary whether you are 3, 23, or 53. I need to give more credit to people young and old who walk into new situations on a daily basis. We expect our kids to constantly try new things, often forgetting what a frightening experience that can be.
Well, my many, many artistic and talented friends and family members will be glad to know that my perimeter has been compromised. If only temporarily, I am no longer a craft-free zone. I accomplished a real craft; I made cornices for my living room windows. Okay, I know—everyone breathe! This is not to say I didn’t have any help (the Great Geographer was steadfast with the clamps and wood glue), but it was conceived, designed, and carried out mostly by yours truly. I hear your collective pat on the back from here—thank you!
I was always a busy outside kid digging in the dirt, playing in the junk yard or down at the brook. Or when inside, reading or watching Marcus Welby MD and Hitchcock movies. When friends would show me paintings and potholders, scarves and mittens, clothing and lamps that they had made by hand, I would stand in awe. As I grew older, anything except crafts interested me. Well, no longer; now I can make a cornice.
I’ve also been taking chances in my writing. I have completed Gracie’s Garden and I’m looking for an agent. So, I’m facing a new direction and learning how to write a screenplay. It’s a new and wonderful experience with lots of new and wonderful rules and pitfalls. I am starting all over again. I am far outside my circumference of comfort, but with the familiar at my back propelling me forward perhaps it won’t be long before I can say, I am no longer a screenwriter-free writer.
What will you attempt this year?