This part is really hard: repetition. When something you’ve done once, in the freedom and spirit of improvisation, must return, and still feel as impulsive and connected as its original creation, over and over again, or with limitations and considerations that you didn’t have the first time around; blocking.

I’ve been struggling with this for the last day and a half. And what I am learning right now is not how to do it right, but how to recognize my ego intruding on my work. I want to be good at it; I’m not. Of course not; this is the first time I have worked in exactly this way. But some demon inside me wants to be brilliant every moment, all the time, and has no patience for my floundering as I attempt this new form.

That demon: stupid. Henceforth, I promise to be gleefully bad at this work. I have to, in order to ever learn anything.

G’night!
Alissa