For the next few days.
Survived Evening 1 of extroverted behavior—dinner with faculty from the Portfolio Center. It's a little crazy to be taken out to dinner by these folks, because when I was going through UT's ad school, the Portfolio Center was legend. It's humbling to sit down with people who are leaders in their industry—the people teaching the hottest writers and designers around. I sat next to Sam Harrison, a writer who presents all over the country about the creative process.
To make things even more freaky, I got into my hotel room 45 minutes or so before they were supposed to pick us up, and my vision was a little funky. No biggie—the sun hit me in the eye when I got off the elevator. But no...a few minutes later, no change. Crap. I get ophthalmic migraines—and this is one of them:
Classically, you will see a small, enlarging blind spot (scotoma) in your central vision with bright, flickering lights (scintillations) or a shimmering zig-zag line (metamorphopsia) inside the blind spot. The blind spot usually enlarges and may move across your field of vision. This entire migraine phenomenon can resolve within only a few minutes, but usually lasts as long as about 20-30 minutes.
Awesome. Dinner with cool creative types...and I have a huge blind spot in my field of vision.
Ultimately, it was a ton of fun. Vision cleared up. Fabulous Southern-style comfort food. And terrific, smart, charming, gracious company. We talked about writing and design...creativity and ideas...collaboration and change. It was a great reminder that this week is a chance to talk to talented people about great work.
Which, ultimately, has me thinking about writing. I've been forcing myself to write daily for a while now, and it still doesn't feel like writing—it's still diary keeping, blurting, capturing, but not writing. Ultimately, it's not why I'm doing this. Maybe this week will inspire me.