If It's Wednesday

Well, It's been a week (gasp) since my arrival at the homestead. With my creativity unshuttered I have promised to talk about my fellow Escape to Create-ers...

In Alphabetical order...
Lyndsey Ogle.

Lyndsey is a multi-discleplinary artist, but let us suffice it to say she's an author. I feel a need to play a sticky wicket and pigeonhole here. Reflectively, I look at myself and say, you know, if I'd only found the right descriptive for who I was at one time or another, some few things may have been easier. I find it easier to say operatic tenor Nathan Granner and then go and carve a linoleum block, or produce a show than to say...uhh, classical singer, or just plain 'ol tenor Nathan Granner, but more on that, maybe, later.

SO Author it is. Besides, who doesn't like playing the card game, Authors?

As an author, I think Lyndsey shows a lot of chutzpah to write about her past loves, her family and friends in what some describe as tell-all chick-lit. This may be what pays the bills for her lifestyle one day, but deeper, is an artist who I think will be able to transcend into the sublime fiction. I think it will take far less courage to write that than what she is currently undertaking. But until then I embrace her problematic time with the boys.

Lyndsey and I got to be friends over the course of a year, she's in Kansas City right now after stints in LA and growin' up in St. Louis. We met as I was facilitating for Artist, Inc., an 8 week course to help artists get in touch with their business side. It's a necessity... all artists could use a little help in the business end of things...

It was hard to place her. Was she just a fun-loving floater, or was she going to decide where her wheelhouse was. Well, while she hadn't totally decided, she did apply for the E2C (Escape 2 Create) residency and  had a book already close to finished and had another one at the end of first draft.

(part of who you are is defined by what you do, and what you plan to do)

We biked a bit and went tandem grocery shopping and had a good number of talks. I ended up in her blog as a middle-aged man somewhere, which teed me off a bit. I told her I still have a few years till middle age, so of course she wrote that in, in that little disparaging way only an author can do. You know, where if you complain more, you get a bigger and routinely less flattering gaze settled upon you. It's not as bad as all that, it was more funny than anything. Shoot, I just kept focused on the work, which is why we were there. In between, there was drinking and some hors d'oeuvres (which is a spelling tragedy), and more biking.


I was happy to have Lyndsey as fellow Escapee and cannot wait for what she has in store next.