Remember my #OLW'18 ?
I haven't been very playful lately. Snow days and testing have wrecked HAVOC on my work schedule. Trying to fit everything back in has been slightly stressful.
Volunteer work with school librarians has been suspenseful as Virginia lawmakers proposed a bill that, in effect, will result in fewer school librarians for middle and high school students. I'm heartsick politicians champion the bill as one of "choice." I'm still working on defeating it...even as I type.
Writing...I've so enjoyed Laura Shovan's 6th Annual February Daily Poem Project. I'm using this time as a quick write, draft-sketch of poems. I love the first rush of creativity and this has me happily producing quantity I wish for more time to turn these drafts into quality work.
Oh, and then there's the manuscript that I've been working on... again...off again. I would love time to devote to that.
So, how am I to find time for play?
So, how am I to find time for play?
And then....and THEN....my fifteen-year-old reminds me that I promised (back in July I made this promise) a trip to Katsucon as a birthday gift.
Oh, yeah. I did, didn't I?
For those, like me, who have no earthly idea what Katsukon is....you can find out ALL the details here: http://www.katsucon.org/
Early last Saturday morning I found myself coffee in hand, driving a happy fifteen-year-old to what I thought was going to be a day of uuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggggghhh!
But guess what? It was a great day of...
I was surrounded by hundreds of people, mostly young and a few old at play. I asked my happy fifteen-year-old, "How do you define the word, play?" The answer:
While said fifteen-year-old meandered through the con looking and gaming and chatting with friends, I played too. I found a poem about cosplay -- which appeared to be the biggest method of play I could see all around me.
I strolled through the crowds too, collecting words and images of merchants cashing-in on others play to photographers reveling in a plethora of posing cosplayers in a fantasy world.
I got home from the con and played with my pictures and words and thought, this is just what I needed!
Thanks, fifteen-year-old....thanks, Katsucon.
I was surrounded by hundreds of people, mostly young and a few old at play. I asked my happy fifteen-year-old, "How do you define the word, play?" The answer:
While said fifteen-year-old meandered through the con looking and gaming and chatting with friends, I played too. I found a poem about cosplay -- which appeared to be the biggest method of play I could see all around me.
anticipation bubbles
as convention dates draw near
and all my feelings muddle
my excitement, joy and fear
we’ll get our costumes ready
all my geeky friends and I
with seams and brushes steady
wielding paint and glue and dye
we toil for love of fandom
and the characters we choose
pose solo or in tandem
in so many different shoes (read the rest here)
The devotion to cosplay was impressive. And, I could detect respect between players for attention to detail and ingenuity in costume creation.
and all my feelings muddle
my excitement, joy and fear
we’ll get our costumes ready
all my geeky friends and I
with seams and brushes steady
wielding paint and glue and dye
we toil for love of fandom
and the characters we choose
pose solo or in tandem
in so many different shoes (read the rest here)
The devotion to cosplay was impressive. And, I could detect respect between players for attention to detail and ingenuity in costume creation.
I strolled through the crowds too, collecting words and images of merchants cashing-in on others play to photographers reveling in a plethora of posing cosplayers in a fantasy world.
I got home from the con and played with my pictures and words and thought, this is just what I needed!
Thanks, fifteen-year-old....thanks, Katsucon.