With the end in sight, well kind of...

Wow one hundred and twenty bucks to go to Christopher Vogler's seminar in Miramar, Wellington. Although I would love to go, being the poor, struggling writer that I am, I cannot possibly afford that much money unless I sacrifice eating for a week and I love the privilege of eating far to much to do that, especially since Wellington on a plate is on at the moment and going to a restaurant for great food in the next couple of weeks is significantly cheaper than going to Christopher Vogler's seminar.

I am also going to put a big kick arse DemiGod in the works of developing a novel or book based around the archetypal idea of Myth explained by both Vogler and Campbell.

I think we all must question how the archetypal Myth has developed recently. When we do ponder this question I think we will find that since Jesus Christ we haven't seemed to have had much imagination and the Myth(s) of Western Culture hasn't really been developed for over 2000 years. Before this time myths were constantly morphing and developing as our inner psyches morphed and developed.

At the end of Carl Jung's autobiography he expresses his worry for a society that has stopped revolutionising their idea of Myth. So yea Christopher Vogler and Joseph Campbell's structures work that's been proven but I want to know how and where we can develop these structures to create new revitalised myths that reflect who we are inwardly and outwardly as people struggling in our own time. I don't know just a thought and being purposely perverse. Apologies.

As the deadline for the first draft of my memoir looms, I seem to be using all the energy I have to finish so have not been able to blog. It is also difficult to blog when I don't have the Internet, the reason I don't have the Internet being that I find it distracts me from my writing.

At the moment I am reading a book called 'Seeing through the invisible world - Jung, Gnosis and Chaos' written by June Singer and this book weirdly enough has also been an invaluable asset to myself as a writer especially because writing memoir delves into self in a way similar to a depth psychologist that delves into their patient.

The following is a lovely story from the gnostic tradition that deals with the issue of facing or not facing the darker elements in the world and in the psyche.

'In this tradition, Sophia, the feminine aspect of God, was also the first Eve, fashioned before the visible world came into being. She was a sort of archetypal heavenly Eve. She descended to the lower world to ease some of the pain she had observed as she looked down from heaven on the people below. But the worldly powers, called the archons, engulfed her in their density and rendered her blind. The narrative goes on to explain that it was not really her, but their likeness, that was blinded, for the essential Sophia had left her body and gone up into the Tree of Knowledge (that is, of gnosis) leaving only her visible likeness below where it could be defiled.'

This little fable is relevant as very soon my first draft will be finished and this is when I think the real work will begin. At this stage of the writing process I must be brave and begin to go beyond the memories into the dark shadow of my own psyche to draw conclusions about my egoic and inner worlds. This will no doubt be a fascinating process however also very scary because I have no idea what I will find.

Finishing on a lighter note, I work at a Hotel in the weekends and some very charming Transvestites stayed this weekend because the were performing at a club in town to fund raise for an up and coming event.

They checked in as men and walked out as Goddesses, tall, muscly and creatively put together by their own hand. They reminded me of modern day super hero's. Their weak persona the half of them that is man, their alta ego, big, artistically poignant women and they surely could fly if given half the chance, maybe a myth in the making?