After a full day of sharing ideas with Bernadette and concepting and editing spots sushi-ing with my bff,
Einav, I find myself back at home with the sound of my cuckoo clock and the tick of the keyboard and an increasing desire to make this post one long, obnoxious run on sentence - if I was to write the way I spoke I would only write in pregnant pauses and run on sentences.................................and perhaps if I ever write a book that's what it will be called "Pregnant Pauses and Run on Sentences" by Salina Cole you'll find it on your bookshelves in a few years it'll be full of: random musings, doodles, tic-tac-toe games, MASH games, pictures of my brother, pictures of Brooklyn in the fall, maps of worlds I made up, movie stubs, ticket stubs, saved text messages that have been transcribed, lipstick marks, embroidered snarky saying, empty speech bubbles, wax dinosaurs, a long essay on why one should NEVER visit natural history museums, especially if in Chicago, a long winded recording of me singing while jumping on a trampoline, a tap dancing routine in written format (of course), the word 'Blerg' in 72 pt black Helvetica type on a white page, a detailed recording of what my friend
Schoprah eats in one day, a drawing of my favorite pickles from Ohio.....and of course campaigns I worked on, scripts, and stories I've written to the people that matter most in my wee corner of the world and at the front of it all you'll find a dedication page that reads: for my Mom and she'd find it super sweet that I dedicated it to her but I'm guessing she'd never fully know why, but.... I'd dedicate it to her because she was the one who taught me to use my words instead of my fists and while I never used either my words or my fists in my youth (you see I was quite a shy girl then), I have learned that words can cut with a greater precision than a fist and so they too must be used wisely and treated with respect or they will turn against you and they'll force your hand into letting them run wild across a page in one long run on sentence and we both know that's not good. At all.
Unless it is.
