As I write this I am sitting in a gorgeous house (Zack is sitting here, to my left and wants me to write that it's, "like a drug dealers house in Miami..."), on a river in Surfer's Paradise, on the Gold Coast in Australia. It's a little after 10:30pm here which means it's about 8:30am back in Atlanta. We are here because Zack was invited to teach, along with JoeyL and Nichole Van, as a part of this workshop and the opportunity has been amazing.
So, I went into our story. I gave them the...condensed version. Not because I couldn't tell them the whole thing but because we didn't have time!
"You need to turn this into a screenplay or a book!", Ainslie said. Jade agreed. Will informed me that it was, "Five times better than The Notebook." He even confessed to have teared up a little bit during the telling of our story.
Which brings me to the title of this post. I've been thinking of writing down our story for quite some time now. It's not your typical run of the mill kind of a story. It's messy at times. There is a lot of pain. But oh, there are beautiful moments, too. So many beautiful moments. Movie moments.
I need to write it down.
I may put snippets of the book here as I go, to give you an idea of how it's progressing.
I am a little homesick.
I am tired.
I have run out of words.
I need to store them up carefully, not spend them carelessly. I need to be a conservationist of syllables. I am spread too thin right now and I feel it deep down.
Here are a couple of pictures of Hawke, just because. He's 11 weeks old now. Here he was a "model" for Zack for a lighting demonstration.
Head tilt = Ah. Dor. Able.
Looking at toes...they're his favourite things right now.