If I could have done something else, I would have wanted to be a dancer.
Confession: I have an affinity for dance movies (okay, a lot of movies, but if I confessed each type of movie that I loved, we might be here all night). Dance, I think, is one of the purer expressions of the soul. Had I the talent, perhaps I would have pursued it. As an actor, I would say, “I can be choreographed.” Which is true. And I always did alright. But I wasn’t a dancer, my expression found other outlets.
Thing about dancing is, it is outwardly expressing what I think we as artist do in our chosen form. When I dip a brush in paint and pull that color across the paper, or when I’m really jamming on a scene in a story, imagine that dancer on the stage (or dance floor). That’s what it’s like. It’s joy.
Dance movies get me moving, even if my feet aren’t gliding across the floor, there’s a bumping in my core.
Yesterday, I typed up all four stories that were scribbled in my notebook. Now I just have to read through them and decide which one(s) will debut on Saturday.
More later …