Dear Blog, So. Life has been happening. Still.

Well, I went to Nimbin the other weekend to participate in the Nimbin performance Poetry World Cup! There were about 40 poets in the comp and I was one of the 8 finalists! I won $300 and a medal for being excellent! It was pretty exciting. Nimbin is a very interesting place, SUPER interesting people who are all passionate about the legalisation of Weed.

Also… I have been writing quite alot lately. At the moment I have 8 poems which are performance worthy, nearly all are comitted to memory. And I am 56,000 words deep into the good draft of my book - ‘Jac and the Wild Children’. It will probubbly be an 80,000 word draft but I imagine my lovely editor will cut it down ALOT *cries*.

I am now living in my studio which is excellent. I am about to move onto phase “Advark” in which I cover my walls with art and inspirational quotes. After this I may move onto learning recipes so I can eat something other than tea and sandwhiches. Hooray for independance. Also, could you all please join with me in holding our breath and crossing our fingers as my parents continue forgetting to ask me for rent.

Lately I have been thinking about people and how precious and interesting they are, and how exactly one is supposed to deal with them. I feel when I am with another person, it is like I am holding a strange machine that I have no idea how to use. The other day I was grating a carrot and Talia screamed, “no no! your peeling it the wrong way!” I am waiting for someone to run up to me, screaming, arms in the air, “no Rhys! You are using that person the wrong way! Dear God please stop!”

I am reading an excellent book which defines sexuality as the way we are disconnected from things and how we go about trying to reconnect. Maybe if I have sex with another person a part of my brain will unlock and I will understand “THEM”. I will know what I am doing wrong or right and what these “relationships” are for anyway.

I feel like I am growing a prize winning garden of friends, and I am sitting in my garden and thinking, “Is this all they are for? Just to look at? Am I supposed to feel something else? Am I supposed to cry?”

Hrm…. to Ponder.