I’d like to tell you about some my favourite books. Or I could talk like a lot of readers do when being interviewed by an imaginary journalist, answering the following hyperbolic question: “What books have changed your life?” Advertisements
Saint Nick: the story behind the historical figure …
The art of focus. We’re taught this in school, starting from kindergarten and ending in severe university essays with intimidating word counts.
“What the hell is a LA gang member doing in Geelong today?” Excuse the language but that was the question posed as I sat in a packed audition, spilling with both high school students and police officers and youth workers.
Do you know that a genius – a certified, world changing, immensely intelligent genius – once made this comment about imagination? He said, “Imagination is silly. Once you grow up, you no longer require it. Promptly, throw it in the bin after age eleven.” Then he snapped his britches, tapped a hard boiled egg until it opened (breakfast for geniuses, some think. Often accompanied by the beloved and most popular prune juice), picked up a briefcase and strode away from the breakfast table and indeed our blog post.
Should you only write when you’re inspired? Only write when you’re feeling positive? Should you only sing when you feel good? Only put hand to key when you are happy? Should you only paint when you want to? Dip brush into water when you feel a joy bursting out of you?
Life gives us different seasons, sometimes different people. Sometimes friends walk through your life, sometimes out.
What were you doing 155 years ago? Me, I’m not exactly sure.Oh this is awkward, isn’t it?