Monthly Archives: November 2007

Grad Skool, Residencies

It’s been hard recovering, but it’s been harder to try and put some meaning on my life. Feeling that life is meaningless leads to depression, and suicidal thoughts. I know I have potential, but I don’t feel like I have been living up to it.

Of course I’ve also applied for two grants, but I haven’t heard back if I have gotten them or not yet.

Anyway, I needed to give myself some new goals. So now, besides applying to CFC’s Directors Lab, I’m also applying to UBC and York to do my MFA. And I’ve decided that I have to apply for two residencies as well, one in Canada and one abroad, or in the US. SO THAT”S MY NEW GOAL1

Goals are important to have I think. I’m generally unhappy with my current lot in life, I have no girlfriend, I’m bummed out. I need a change. My life needs something drastically different. So grad school, residencies, yeah, that’s about right.

It’s been a year now since I saw UFO’s, two of them, in an event that scared the living shit out of me. Life is pretty boring right now. I never saw them again. And now I’m just recovering from recovery. I started a part time job doing phones. I swore I would never do phones again, but I don’t mind the work and I’m good at it.

Things in my life are pretty quiet.


I haven’t blogged in a while, so I thought I should. Sometimes, bein a writer, I feel this need to write something at least once in a while even if I feel down. Kind of like keeping a sick shark swimming so it doesn’t die. It’s been a long time anyway.

I’ve gotten stuck in a rut. I don’t know how to describe it. I think the psych ward kind of makes it’s own rut. Like they really do just try to keep crazy people fed and well slept, and that’s the most they can hope for and it’s the most you do to achieve. But the rest of life gets left out.

Plus I demolished some important relationships while I was crazy.

There’s this song by Outkast, Back of the Bus, that makes me think of mania. Like, uh oh, here it comes! Mania! Oh man, I hate it. Mania I mean, the song is great.

Anyway, right now I’m still kind of in recovery, and anyway I got stuck in this rut. I go over to my mom’s every day. But then I’ve always been like that. I used to visit Lynn and Stef a lot. But anyway, then I come home and smoke a joint and surf the net.

Maybe I’m depressed because I haven’t been writing. Mostly I’ve been thinking, about this new journey I’m on to become a man. Life’s weird.

Anyway, not much has changed in my life recently. I’ve been collecting EI and going around and around in a big circle through the city over to my mother’s house and back again, visiting my dog and cat, and mum of course. And she has television. I miss television. And she has a fridge. And anyway, that’s my rut. I do have some grants in to Canada Council and the Sask Arts Board. I’ll hear sometime next month if I get them. If I do I’ll be so relieved, then I’ll have something to do. Instead of this rut.

I’m not even mildly interested in anything. I’m totally stuck. And I’m not sure how to improve my life because I’m not sure what it is I’m missing. It’s like I’ve zoned out somewhere. I think being between writing projects is weird.

I feel kinda like a zombie. It’s gross. But I know I’m just missing something in my life.