I have already written over a thousand words today, the first time I've done so in quite some time. I was at an organisation meeting for this year's Charlton and Woolwich Film Festival. Preparations for it are now going well. The thing is, while it's not until September, I was becoming increasingly conscious that I didn't have much prepared for it.
At the last meeting back in December, I'd rather foolishly blurted out an idea, just off the top of my head, about doing something about my relationship to the Bond films. Bond is able-bodied, the master of his surroundings, whereas I am the antithesis of that. It was quite a cool idea for a presentation, but I promptly forgot all about it amid the Londoners project. I began to think about doing a presentation on the latter instead.
When I was asked last night how my bond presentation was going, then, I replied the idea had changed completely. Everyone was cool with that - there is still six months to go, after all. Yet, when I came to think about it again, my first idea still seemed a good one. The Londoners idea was still the one I'd probably go with, but...well, you know me and 007.
I decided to just flesh it out, get something down about it before turning to my later idea. That's what I did this morning: I trotted out a thousand words on why bond might appeal to someone with a physical disability. It's not much, and it is quite rough, but there's the core of an argument there, ready for me to return to if need be. It felt good to get back into that type of writing again, too: blogging is okay, but my entries are usually quite short an superficial. I wanted to sink my teeth into something for once. It's only a thousand words I know, but at least I got my eye back in.