One of my objectives for last weekend was to put up some posters advertising my new storytelling project. I'm looking for people to tell me stories about a particular bar, with which i have had a long and meaningful relationship.
So, off i go, posters at the ready, camera in hand; to the big city.
I completely bottled it. I went home, not having visited any of the carefully picked destinations on my itinerary. When it came down to it, i was really scared that once i start this, i'm going to have to do it. And although i think this is a great idea, i was immobilised with fear. The gremlin of self -doubt was muttering in my ear.
I tried not to berate myself further and went to see SOAP, going for a drink afterwards. Looking down the pub to my left, i saw two guys who had been practically permanent fixtures in the bar in question. It was like something from a film. A perfect segue in the plot. I didn't even know their names, but i remembered their faces. One of them was bursting to tell me his story, but i managed to persuade him to save it.
I love it when an idea has a life of it's own, then you know you're on to something.
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Hi Nina -
I like this idea. It reminds me of a book I read in high school, called La Colmena (The Beehive). It followed all these people's lives as they intersected at a bar.
Anyway, good luck!
Becca (from becca's blog)
wow! what a coincidence! serendipity! brilliant
Brilliant idea. I can see a film in the works...just please no more Scarlet Johannnen she is really starting to pi^s me off! Keep up the fun blog!
Thanks Becca, I will try and read that.
No Scarlet, I promise!
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