The Work Continues...

It's lazy work, it's self indulgent, and boring, but it is also a step forward. There have been many steps before, but this one is good to have under my belt.

I have produced and recorded 4 short video clips, monologues that last no more than 4 minutes each; next time, I will take courage and run the camera for at least 30 minutes.

Now I need to store the files on the hard drive, access the files and post them on to a new blog, one I will create using 'WordPress'. There will be just a single link there to this blog...maybe.

So: to repeat, a story will be told, in video and audio. The audio will be translated (using 'DragonSpeak') into text, which will then be edited and played with, perhaps forever.
A story told simultaneously in three media, immediate, real, spontaneous, authentic as fuck...and stored and archived and made available to others.

That is The Method, that is the modus operandi.

So the viewer will see the postings and beable to track evolution - because if these efforts are the best I can do, I will have to shoot myself.
I am certain I can do so much better, and that I will.

But, for now, 'Personal Monologues 1 - 4, Nov 16/2011.

This is where my challenge lies, in creating new blog on WordPress, in storing files and posting them, in utilising the new DragonSpeak software, which I cannot bear to make myself even to look at, though I like the thought of it.

Mastery of technology...no worries, ther essence will shine through, hopefully somebody will 'get me'.

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The only way is to post the imperfect, the wretched, the unschooled, striaght from 'the street', my street; I have compelled myself to do that, there will be no editing, no discards, no death of experience...there will be no more suffocation of the essential voice, that is over.
Now is the time of expression. I know that I gain momentum w each step, and it is rather exciting.
So much more fun than watching television.

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I have no idea where this will go, or really even why I do it - I only know this business of self-expression is absolutely vital; without it, life really is unliveable.
So, I will have to accept the imperfections of my creations, most especially because I refuse to submit my work to editors, etc; I have always hated that aspect of writing.
I am essentially a writer who refuses to 'submit', the ultimately self-reliant artist.
What would sweeten the pot is the acquisition of 'patrons'. Then, I could eat, as well as breathe.