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Official announcement- Ok. First of all, an official announcement: we, that is my wife and I, decided to quit watching TV! It wasn't at first deliberate. Our tv cable got accidently severed last week. A few days went by, bathed in a virginal, oddly pleasing silence which we were no longer accustomed to. Brinsley reverted to his toys, and us to our books. We therefore thought it convenient not to replace the defective wire. It is in effect a material barrier which keeps us from almost certain temptation.
Apart from the occasional movie or cartoon on DVD, the screen now remains definitely black. Tv is an alarming addiction which I reckon should be banned, or at least severely restricted, as it intoxicates and irreversibly softens the people's brain.
Now, let us proceed to the next matter in our agenda: writing. In one of my film scripts, I wrote the following piece of dialogue: "She wants to become a star for the sake of it. For celebrity. She doesn't understand that being a star is not a purpose. It is a consequence. You become a star because you have talent. She has none."
Question is: do I have talent to be a good script writer? The answer is: I think so. I believe I have the proper mind for it. All I need now is practice and perseverance. Sure I'd like to be renowned for my works. But I want it as a cure. A treatment to silence the ghosts of a past which ceaselessly - day and night - haunts my thoughts.
Furthermore, writing is for me what we call in French 'un échappatoire'. A way out of day to day life. Sure, my life is not miserable. Far from it. But it doesn't please me either. Beyond wife and kid, I'm not satisfied with what I have. And what I'm asking for is not inaccessible. Not easy to get, I agree, but not inaccessible.
As I said in a previous entry, I feel good when I write. It's almost the only way to soothe my ever increasing bad temper.
My part time job pays relatively well. I can afford to write. I'm now 32 and if I don't consider it seriously, I fear I'll miss the boat for ever. Now is the time. I only wish Christelle could understand that. I wish she could understand it's a question of mental health. I feel like a bird locked in a tiny cage.
I wish she could say: "Do it! Do it with all your guts! I'm a hundred and fifty per cent with you!"
But she doesn't. And that affects seriously our relationship.
Regarding my studies (landscape architect), my teachers are very pleased with me. Only, I'm not. I'm more and more convinced it's not my cup of tea. I won't be happy designing gardens for pricks who have no sense of harmony. Cose, let me tell you, it takes a lot of persuading. Designing is one thing, convincing your client is quite another. I don't have the will for that.
What am I to do? What am I to do...?
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- Programming error
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- It's 1.30 p.m. and I'm supposed to be having lunch at my in law's. Fact is, I started having lunch with them. But, right at the beginning of the main course, Brinsley (my son) decided that the moment was opportune to throw a tantrum. My duty as a father was naturally to admonish him. The boy persisted and I sent him to his room. I told him that he would be allowed to come back to table once he had apologized. And so I asked the whole table to ignore his crying. I believe I'm fair with my son and I know when one has to remain firm for the sake of discipline. So I 'forbad' my wife to go fetch him. I forbad her because she is too indulgent and the boy takes advantage of it. However his grandmother, my mother-in-law, decided to do otherwize. She deliberatly contravened my 'ban' and went to fetch the boy. What d'you think happened?! Brinsley didn't apologize and continued his tantrum! That was enough! I rose from my chair, left the table and went back home.
If there is something I cannot stand, it's when someone puts my authorithy as a father in jeopardy right before my son. Brinsley knew perfectly that he was in the wrong. More than once, I told his grandparents not to interfere when I'm having an explanation with him. Today, it was the cherry on the cake. Christelle and her mum keep complaining about Brinsley's tantrums, and yet they fulfill all his wishes. As I said, I had enough of it!
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