good future morning

one of the last times that i mentioned ric, i referred to my anxiety that his bad calls would be on my head. i can't take credit or responsibility for him turning a hard 180°, although in my own narrative the fact that i questioned him about his giving up drumming in the middle of a long discussion about choosing one's own life path in spite of society and one's parents *might* form a strong causal connection.

anyway, i just discovered that he's been accepted into *the* israeli music school, and this evening he has an audition for a band. whether or not i have the right to be so, i am unbelievably proud of and pleased for him.

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on the same positive line - i had coffee with urchin this morning, and she's finally getting her life together in a way that impresses me no end. in addition to her seeming to have gotten her head around all of the relationship crap and the medical tragedies that have befallen her and her family over the past couple of years, she's been getting her ass into gear with her work and her art; her primary job is her art, as she's now teaching in *the* israeli art school.

in addition to all this, i'm am thoroughly excited that she's not only willing to hook me up with artists and photographers for my comic project, but that i've interested her enough that she's enthusiastically agreed to sign on as my producer.

this falls on the heels of a creative writing exercise i was asked to do yesterday, to write the experience of succeeding in my creative endeavours over the next few months:
the daily excitement of checking my accounts has not yet dwindled. the money is nice, sure - a dollar here or a dollar there - but what's really amazing is that they're still selling. every sale brings that glorious fantasy a step closer, and the sense of its impending reality makes my stomache clench and my heart beat really fast. i've been seeing the same image in my head for months now, and to think of how i've scribbled it down and watched it fall, just like the sonnet sequence itself, out of a forehead and into an image, now out of the image and into the real... i'm buzzing with anticipation because it's already happened and not yet, as if i've stumbled back in time to relive a success from its tough parts.

it's his, all of this, and i know it. that night, that i answered a call that formed a bridge spanning four hundred years, the magic of The Great William made his own sonnets come to life to be republished for the new millennium.

*crosses fingers*