I had another of those nights again. The ones where your brain doesn’t quite switch off and you lie awake thinking, resisting the urge to pull out a book, plug into a game, turn on the laptop or do anything else that might unsettle you further.
I think I went a couple of hours like that, just lying there, staring at the ceiling. My characters were calling to me and it felt wrong to not answer. But if I did …
I don’t usually have this problem, only during coursework deadlines etc when I worry.
So I got out the laptop and plugged in a film, not daring turn on the TV instead to watch more voyager (we just had the Blood Fever episode. Tom and Be’Lanna were so so close it was annoying when she blew him off at the end. Grah. Klingons). The film was The Last Unicorn, but I know it well enough for it just to be background noise whilst I work or not work. And have you ever had the feeling of saying what the butterfly says near the start?
“No. No. Listen. Don’t listen to me. Listen. You can find the others if you are brave. They passed down all the roads long ago and the red bull ran close behind them and covered their footprints”
~ Butterfly, The Last Unicorn
People get me so mad sometimes that I want to yell and scream at them to stop. To stop and listen to what I’m saying, not what they think I am. I’m trying to explain something here. (Hrm … it invokes a klingon-esque rage in me. Well, at least I don’t bite people) And I know he continues with actually saying something of importance (if you’ve not seen this film then shame on you – ‘tis a classic) but before all of that he’s singing really random bits of nothing. So don’t discard what people tell you. Listen, because they’re telling you something very important. So just listen.
I try to listen. Sometimes I have too much fuzzy radio static type noise in my head from my thoughts and that makes me cranky. But I listen well enough to be able to figure out what someone’s doing on the other end of a crackly mobile phone signal. Odd, huh, the little things one picks up.
I also feel for the Unicorn – how does the farmer see her as an old white mare? For goodness sake she’s been drawn in the traditional manner with cloven hooves and a lions tail.
“A horse? A horse indeed”
~ Unicorn, The Last Unicorn
I also like the songs by America. I should really get the CD …
An influence meme is going round, so I thought I’d have a go.
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