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"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.


Friday, December 30, 2011

Back home and all books unpacked

So I can finally see my floor again.  I took out all the remaining books, which are now wedged beneath the sofa bed among other corners, etc.  I only have 4 unopened boxes, and they are files, which await my purchase of a file cabinet.

In attempting to buy a file cabinet and another bookcase (after debacle of attempting to pick up a free one, I think I will instead get one from a store and have them deliver), I have ended up in the same confusion I did trying to pick a smart-phone.  While there are no monthly contracts to consider, there is this issue of having to assemble them yourself, which I find daunting.  This probably seems stupid to the average bear, but I do.

I am very tired now, but have a much cleaner place, up to and including changing the shower curtain liner, so feeling glad of that.  I am wanting to allow for some kind of peaceful ringing in of the New Year no matter how I decide to celebrate the transition from 2011 to 2012.

My cat seems happy I am home, but once again Marietta was a great cat-sitter so he's not at all freaked out.  He is now attempting to open a closet door, because he likes to open closets.  Also, in case you don't know this, cats love cardboard.  He is a much bigger fan of my boxes than I am.

Have been collecting many ideas from people who act and teach acting for my class and need to create that syllabus soon.  Have so many good ideas, including my own methods, that it is an embarrassment of riches, but do need to figure out how to focus it.  All the syllabi I was given are so wildly different, I see I have quite a lot of latitude, which is great but also a little scary.

However, now it is time to allow in these last two days of the end of the year, feel through it and allow this time to consider the tumultuous nature of this past year, lessons learned and how to move through the next one - not as a strategy board but allowing in the deeper bits.  Rinpoche, the guy leading the retreat I may or may not do has a teaching on the website for centers devoted to his teachings in which he refers to how we perceive - erroneously - as 'stories' and 'cinema' - so of course I instantly liked him.  I tend to agree.  However, I don't know if I can get up for all the early morning sessions.

More on all this later...now, to bed...

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