Well, I've arrived in NYC and happy to be here. In an Upper West Side apartment all to myself, with a quiche and Diet Coke awaiting me, thanks to my friend Julie and her friends who helped set up the place for me. They know how to treat a girl right and it's another case of me realizing yet again - damn, you always seem to land on your feet.
Had a pleasant flight and met a lovely woman Rochelle who lives in Hackney and works in television. She will probably be joining me at one of the shows I will be reviewing for FringeNYC. My 'job' reviewing begins tomorrow - tragically unpaid but wonderfully get free tickets, so it's more barter than work. Which is just perfect for now.
I smell like plane and it's incredibly late London time so this too will be a brief blog post. Only to quickly say that Rochelle and I agreed about the politics of the 'mindless riots' - in that they were not 'mindless' and the young people who participated cannot be ignored. We also agreed Stella Creasy is a very good MP for Walthamstow and is talking sense while others make cheap political points pandering to what could best be described as middle class mob mentality.
So, wherever you go, that's where you are.
I watched three movies on the plane, starting with arty-funny Barney's Version, middle-brow good with Hereafter and downright silly with Kung Fu Panda 2. Yes, after 6 hours on a plane you can watch Kung Fu Panda 2. And laugh. OK, there I said it. So sue me.
I am happy to be in NYC, smell the horrendous summer odeur, see the skyline, the homeless guy asking for money, the taxi driver who's working all night, the people on the hustle and the people just trying to get home, the whole dance that is NYC. And now, I must stop writing and go to sleep.
Welcome to my blog..
"We struggle with dream figures and our blows fall on living faces." Maurice Merleau-Ponty
When I started this blog in 2011, I was in a time of transition in my life between many identities - that of Artistic Director of a company (Apocryphal Theatre) to independent writer/director/artist/teacher and also between family identity, as I discover a new family that my grandfather's name change at the request of his boss in WWII hid from view - a huge Hungarian-Slovak contingent I met in 2011. Please note in light of this the irony of the name of my recently-disbanded theatre company. This particular transition probably began in the one month period (Dec. 9, 2009-Jan. 7, 2010) in which I received a PhD, my 20 year old cat died on my father's birthday and then my father, who I barely knew, died too. I was with him when he died and nothing has been the same since. This blog is tracing the more conscious elements of this journey and attempt to fill in the blanks. I'm also writing a book about my grandmothers that features too. I'd be delighted if you joined me. (Please note if you are joining mid-route, that I assume knowledge of earlier posts in later posts, so it may be better to start at the beginning for the all singing, all dancing fun-fair ride.) In October 2011, I moved back NYC after living in London for 8 years and separated from my now ex-husband, which means unless you want your life upended entirely don't start a blog called Somewhere in Transition. In November 2011, I adopted a rescue cat named Ugo. He is lovely. As of January 2012, I began teaching an acting class at Hunter College, which is where one of my grandmothers received a scholarship to study acting, but her parents would not let her go. All things come round…I began to think it may be time to stop thinking of my life in transition when in June 2012 my stepfather Tom suddenly died. Now back in the U.S. for a bit, I notice, too, my writing is more overtly political, no longer concerned about being an expat opining about a country not my own. I moved to my own apartment in August 2012 and am a very happy resident of Inwood on the top tip of Manhattan where the skunks and the egrets roam in the last old growth forest on the island.
I am now transitioning into being married again with a new surname (Barclay-Morton). John is transitioning from Canada to NYC and as of June 2014 has a green card. So transition continues, but now from sad to happy, from loss to love...from a sense of alienation to a sense of being at home in the world.
As of September 2013 I started teaching writing (composition and rhetoric) as an adjunct professor at Fordham University, which I have discovered I love with an almost irrational passion. While felt blessed for the opportunity, after four years of this, the lack of pay combined with heavy work load stopped working, so have transferred this teaching passion to private workshops in my own apartment and working with writers one on one, which I adore. I will die a happy person if I never have to grade an assignment ever again.
I worked full time on the book thanks to a successful crowd-funding campaign in May 2014 and completed it at two residencies at Vermont Studio Center and Wisdom House in summer 2015. I have done some revisions and am shopping it around to agents and publishers now, along with a new book recently completed.
I am now working full-time as a freelance writer, writing workshop leader, coach, and editor. Contact me if you are interested in any of these services.
Not sure when transition ends, if it ever does. As the saying goes, the only difference between a sad ending and a happy ending is where you stop rolling the film.
For professional information, publications, etc., go to my linked in profile and website for Barclay Morton Editorial & Design. My Twitter account is @wilhelminapitfa. You can find me on Facebook under my full name Julia Lee Barclay-Morton. More about my grandmothers' book: The Amazing True Imaginary Autobiography of Dick & Jani
Recently, I started a website Our Grandmothers, Our Selves, which has stories about many people's grandmothers. Please check it out. I will be blogging there, too, now. You can also contact me through that site.