I know I write about the urge to create a lot and never seeming to fulfill my capacity in that regard, but here I am, about to do it again.
Today while we were waiting for Syd's guitar lesson to start they were showing me some of the notes on their phone just for fun, and one of them was this idea for a book they're really excited about. They were considering turning it into a graphic novel, so we started chatting about aesthetic elements and themes, as well as the format of it. Since the book deals with two separate worlds - one above ground and one below - they were considering having it so that the above ground was a strip on the top of the paper and the below ground was a strip on the bottom. I'm not sure exactly how that would work, considering I think it should follow one world at a time before transitioning to the other world, but it brings forth interesting questions as to the juxtaposition of colors.
I feel like the underground hellish area would have a lot of earth tones like reds, browns, and blacks, whereas the above ground metaphoric heaven would utilize a lot of whites, yellows, vibrant greens, and soft blues. Now I'm really feeling the urge to draw it or something of the sort, but my brain won't let me for some reason.
I also really want to play the guitar after seeing how much they improved today, but once again, I'm having some serious executive dysfunction.
Also, I'm afraid I might use the term executive dysfunction to loosely. Is it a serious and diagnosable thing, or can it be freely used?
I'm really not excited for school tomorrow, but I get to see Ryland, and that's always a good thing. He sent me something really sweet earlier and my brain shut down and couldn't process it because I felt so happy. He's really incredibly sweet. Super funny too. And cute as hell. I took some pictures of him while we were video chatting earlier because his hair was SUPER curly and I was a MASSIVE fan.
He's not having too hot of a time right now, so I'm hoping that maybe he'll see the notification for this chapter and it will help him somehow. Even if it just serves as a temporary distraction.
Earlier in the car we were talking about when we learned certain things and how shitty we used to be, and our conversation was so relaxed and free flowing it made me really happy. I don't remember the last time I felt so comfortable talking to a person.
Since I'm feeling the urge to do something and typing is serving to (at least somewhat) appease that drive, I think I'm going to go back to an old draft and continue copying down some of the best parts of Sylvia Plath's Lady Lazarus poem. Mr. Corn tried showing me at SAGA but it was too busy and I wasn't able to fully appreciate it, so I got him to send me an email of John Green reading it. I didn't actually watch the video, but I needed to remember the name of the poem to look it up later. Actually, I might go watch that now.
Ryland, if you're reading this. Talk to me as soon a you're ready. I miss you, and I'm here for you.
