Bismillah ir Rahman ir Raheem
Assalam alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatahu!
I’m deep into a comedy pass for Whose Wife Is It Anyway.
But I keep getting distracted. The past few weeks I’ve been distracted by sudden illness and moving to Rhode Island. (Which is beautiful and awesome and only 3 hours away from New York, which I have always wanted to visit, but that’s a story for another time.)
I wanted to get back into it. To do the best I can with the very limited time that I have.
That means not just locking the door to my home and my workspace, but to my heart too.
Locking the door to my home and my workspace is accomplished easily enough. Literally lock the door and the windows. Hide the TV remote (we didn’t have a TV in our home back in Denver, but we have one in this hotel room) and disconnect the Internet.
Locking the door to my heart? Now that’s a tough one.
I’m going to guess that everybody has different things that get under their skin.
For me, it’s outrage.
Something happens. Somebody is forced to endure a racist or sexist incident or otherwise dehumanized in some way.
This usually makes me upset. Very upset.
And so I’ve sworn off the Internet (to a great degree), especially Facebook and Twitter. Someone else will have to fight a few battles extra – I’m sure there’ll be quite a few voices to take my palce.
Talking to certain people drains me. Some of these people, I can’t avoid. But others I refuse to speak to, until May 5th (Yes, I know the Nicholls and Sundance deadlines are May 1st. I need a few days’ holiday, okay?)
Performing certain household tasks drain me. This is where it helps to be married.
Performing certain other tasks drain me – but really I can’t make my husband take my place at the dentist.
Sure, all of this can get a little lonely. That’s why I open the doors again after six pm and let everyone and everything in.
I usually spend the time before dinner and bed in quiet contemplation more than arguments anyway. Writing is emotionally draining enough as it is!
In any event, I think it’s a good idea for everybody to be okay with being by themselves and alone with their thoughts. It’s been the defining struggle of my adulthood – learning to love and trust myself. That battle, I’m still fighting everyday. But I think, I pray, I hope that I am much further on than I used to be.
I’m focused on finishing this project. It’s going to be done God willing! Done, done, done! I really can’t wait to put it out in to the world and see what happens.
Now before anyone comes charging in to pee on my parade, I am fully aware that it’s not likely to gain much or any success. But I’ve learned SO SO much from writing this movie, it’s a huge success already in my book. Ain’t nobody going to take that away from me Insha Allah. I’m sure the feedback I get will help me figure out what areas need work in my next projects.
My brain has been buzzing with ideas lately – mostly with left-field romantic comedies. I find myself getting distracted from my 1-location screenplay Birthday Cake (haven’t even started writing that one properly) by these ideas.
It’s a little annoying. But I’m going to count that as a blessing. Better too many than no ideas, right?
Anyway, I’ll leave you to it. It’s after 6 pm and I can open my doors again.
Wassalam and Fee Amanillah,
The Happy (to be alone) Muslimah!