Rawk.
I’m working on a new project.
An uber cool Elvis Sunglasses wearing type of project.
I have cohorts that I’m excited to work with.
And a talented crew, a slew of wicked projects, and some bitchin’ and aggressive plans in place. I am excited.
While talking with a friend last weekend (interspersed with conversation tidbits that covered neurosis, masturbation, beer, and parents…sorta in that order –no, seriously) he commented “The smack talking about how great it’s going to be is the best part, isn’t it?”
Me? Smack talk? Nawwww….
I’m just giddy and totally excited.
This could be real. This could be great. This will definitely be fun. This will definitely be exhausting.
My toes curl at the possibilities.
I am constantly… well… intimidated by the skills and exciting projects that my friends work on. They’re so smart, passionate, wildly creative, prolific, and amazing. They put themselves out there. They produce great stuff. They have fan clubs. They’re doing the stuff that’s exciting.
Me: I’ve always been on the sidelines as their cheerleader and fan. At most a facilitator who’s able to pull folks together in ways that makes sense. I’m good at that.
“Oh you’re too hard on yourslef… what about your poetry and blogging…” blah blah blah blah. Ancillary. Barely a footnote in history I suppose…though to be honest, I’ve been blogging in one form or other since 1999. And keeping a journal of some sort since I was 5.
But now… I get to really work.
More news on the super secret Elvis-Glasses uber cool project as we make progress.
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