Last night my son and I watched The Red Turtle on Blu-ray. We were both profoundly moved.
It's a sublime parable and a gorgeous metaphor for the journey of life, the importance of family, and the guardianship of nature.
The simple story of a man deserted on an uninhabited island is open to multiple readings, and is at once life-affirming, beautiful, and achingly sad.
I'd call it a masterpiece. Please see it if you can.
This week I'm planning to get more edits done on some stories and get cracking on The Cabinet - the final story in a sequence of tales I started over a decade ago.
I seem to have gone from having no projects on the go to having too many: a small short story collection, a potential reprint in a limited hardback edition of my Concrete Grove trilogy, and the novel I've been working on for a while. It's good but it's scary; it feels like I've forgotten how to juggle multiple creative projects and balance it all with the rest of my life.
But I continue. I endure. A life without creativity, for me, would be an empty life.
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