Tea & Noodles

Okay, so I was late - but it was just a meeting, a meeting between strangers, about strangers whom we serve everyday. I uneasily sat down, my eyes wandering to look at the group around me. It's not that we're never met, that would be a lie - but in the world of work, of service we provide the faces that look upon me now are masks, an illusion of reality. You really have to look to realize the truth. "Sorry I'm late," I begin to announce. The seat I've taken is cheap and tacky and the boss rolls his eyes in my direction. "Your funeral," he said eyes returning to his paperwork. "Besides, it's not me you should be apologising to" Of course not. The girl on my bosses right was giving me daggers, repeatedly, and I can only assume due to her...skimpy attire that I was keeping her from a very important date. Well f*** me sideways, I've become the white rabbit in all of this. "Well like I said on the phone" I repeat to the crowd,

It is very interesting that despite my animation career I have stumbled upon the road of writing, and it has in the past few months made me struggle in knowing how to define myself when asked. Even the term "define myself" seems a little melodramatic, but as an ex student who's been asked quite a few times whilst serving coffee's what I do I stumble on how to reply. I'm not specifically a writer (yet) due to never being formally trained and of course the lack of publishing credentials don't help. Artistically, despite the last six years I've spent training in drawing and animation I only feel now that the drawings and scribbles I do are only really for me to visualize the color or a character I'm trying to portray through words. In my heart I would like to say that I'm a director without the spine, an artist without the skill and a writer without the credits, so I guess that defines me simply as a "creative". Someone who loves to crea