My daughter´s back to convent!

eu a escrever– You´re like that actress who went from the cabaret to the convent. What´s her name?

Mamma always knows (and says) the right thing at the right time. She always knows.

I´m usually surrounded by huge groups of people – while performing, teaching and lecturing – or covered in blissful isolation – when I´m choreographing or writing. Funny enough, those are the situations when I feel more alive. All or nothing has been my motto for so long…

I LOVE to work for crowds; the stage and its blinding lights; the big, inclusive, wide groups, too big for small minded ideas and idiotic elitism; the loud music; the photos, autographs, smiles, hugs, hotels and airports. My passport is constantly on the move and so am I.

I also LOVE silence, the time I spend on my own creating a new dance, project or text. Silence sounds as great as music – my ears crave both and there´s no enjoying of the second without the first.

The idea of small groups, common ideas, gossip, domestic affairs and complaints are not my cup of tea. So, here I am, surrendering to whom I really am. Finally.

I take the breathing/resting spaces between work travels to accomplish what I chose as my Nº1 priority for 2015: to finish rewriting/editing my upcoming book. Having an editor – amazing, tough one – on my back, demanding new pages, adds to the pressure and to the excitement. It´s not easy to jump from the dancing public space to the reclusion of my writing space – external and internal movement. But it´s a privilege.

As my mum says, I´m indeed back to convent mode (aka rewriting/editing my upcoming book). At least for a couple of weeks. I still have classes to teach (ON LINE PRIVATE COURSES) and an upcoming work/pleasure trip to England but the pen is all mine for a while. Making the best of it.
Scared? As usual.
Freaked out? Of course.
Busy with doubts and fears? Naturally.
Excited? Always.
Here we go!

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“Good writing has to show rather than tell. Comprehension is not a matter of juggling words themselves inside our heads but using the words to form images and other more concrete throughts.” I heard a writer, can´t remember his name, saying this. I thought it was essential. Here it sleeps, for the record.

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