I had a long eventful weekend so this will be short and,
hopefully, sweet.
I spent Saturday and Sunday managing the Society ofChildren's Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI) booth at the Los Angeles TimesFestival of Books. It went very well, and I'll blog more about that after I recover
from the exhaustion.
On Sunday, I had to slip away from the festival to attend a
memorial for a friend from my theatre days. It was a beautiful service that got
me thinking and feeling. My friend was not only a successful actor, but also
a fantastic person. He had two great kids who he and his wife raised to
perfection. He took life as it came, with a pragmatic approach to solving
life's problems.
Why do I bring this up here? As a reminder.
We artist of all disciplines sometimes get lost in our work.
We can lose sight of what is important. In trying to hold up a mirror to life,
we sometimes forget that we must also live. Our books, our paintings, our
performances become important to others, but our lives are what are important
to us.
Or, they should be.
Live well. Stay in the moment.
2 comments:
Very true, and it's good to be reminded. Just wish it didn't happen that way.
Yeah, the timing was bad, but it's never good for that sort of thing.
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