Originally Posted Friday, July 12, 2013
I did manage to get to the studio late in the day to work on some of the new processes I wanted to try. None of them worked, or not in the way I wished or not completely. So last night, I did a little research and think that I might have discovered some information that can help. I know it can be done. I just have to find the right chemicals and the right times. Sitting here in the dining room watching the sun come up now, I must decide on one of two things: work in the studio or go to the beach. If the day looks nice, I will opt for the beach. I will come back home by early afternoon and can work on my projects then. I only bore you with this to make a point. Neither thing will happen or at least not in the way I project. I will end up going to the mall to buy shoes or something otherwise unexpected. It is how I manage never to get anything done. Random behavior. Some of you may be subject to it, too.
My life is not coming together in a narrative form. I am unable to write it. I will need to begin making up stories, it seems. That is difficult to do well. I must get into my car and go shopping for vignettes. The models I photograph tell me incredible things and I ask if I can write them and they say yes, but it feels like too much of a betrayal most times as if you will be able to connect the story to the photo image. And because I believe the physical form shapes destiny, I would be too descriptive about their looks, descriptive enough that you could recognize them, I think. And some of you may recall that I have been burnt by this before. I love the people I work with truly, and I wouldn't have them hurt for anything--but that doesn't help to make good stories.
The sun is coming up bright. It is a clear morning. I think I'll straighten the house for the maids and go early to the beach. It is a plan.
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