
I’ve been lying to you.
For a lot of days now I’ve been lying to you. There is something important I’ve not been saying. I didn’t know it needed to be said, but I knew something was wrong.
I don’t feel like writing to you anymore.
I don’t know if this is the new way I feel (so I stop writing to you) or if it is a temporary result of me being in the middle of lots of things.
I’m in the middle of creating my personal website, I’m in the middle of creating a performance season based on these letters to you for the Melbourne Fringe Festival and I’m in the middle of imagining how I can build a support base for my work as an artist…
This middle bit I’m not good at. Nothing feels exciting or interesting. So it stands to reason that my feelings about writing to you each day are all just a part of this middle of things holding pattern.
But how would I know?
Maybe I’m aware that I don’t really have a plan other than just to keep writing to you everyday.
Maybe I need a plan.
Truth is I don’t know what I need.
I’m confused.
I’ll keep writing to you as a way of working it out.
I just have to know that it is an option to choose not to keep writing to you.
Let’s see where I land tomorrow.
Luke.
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