Inspiration

Obsessed with Spalding Gray lately. I bought a used copy of Impossible Vacation to read… well, to read while on vacation — I leave for Los Angeles tomorrow. I’ve been thinking of ways to take my writing to another level, my creative writing, not my writing for work, and there is something inside of me that has been telling me for a while that I need to start performing my work. Which is weird because I am not, nor have I ever been, a performer.

Thursday I went to this event called Pecha Kucha, the first of what I hope will be several in Houston. And there was the feeling again, the voice in the back of my head saying You can do this. I went up front after the presentations to talk to the organizer for the story I was writing and when I introduced myself he said “You know, we don’t have any writers, but I’d like to have some for the next event.” The universe is telling me something.