It’s a holiday today. Just made coffee and wrote my morning pages whilst sitting on the couch. Sam Cook on the record player, Aneesah to my left reading a book under a blanket, Cacio stretched out to the right. I listened to Andrew Scott reading that sleep story again whilst making coffee. I’ll probably listen to it many more times today whilst doing chores.
You know that feeling when you just feel so privileged to have something in your ears? I do, and this story felt like a great privilege. The story itself (written by Flossie Skelton) is great, but I also love the way that Andrew reads it. Slightly informal, intimate, warm. It almost stops feeling like fiction, because it’s read with such heart. Truly, a sensory gift.
The work that I most enjoy is work that moves me somehow. That’s the kind of work I want to make. Work that causes a small shift in someone. In their heart or their mind or their perception of the world. Work that makes the world look a little different, even if barely perceptible. Even if only over a long time, with many reads or listens or whatever.
Anyway, mostly planning today and thinking about the tools that would help me to share the kind of things I want to share. I’ve resisted planning over the months, but I’ve come to realize that I need it more than I thought I did. I’ll listen to great work whilst I potter around, because exposing myself to great work helps me to make my work better.