Jesus – I am standing on the streets of Stanmore, in Sydney, with J. I have a camera. It is dark, wet, but not really cold. J begins walking up the road. He is dressed in white robe with a golden rope tied around his waist. He looks like Jesus. He is meant to look like Jesus. He is pretending to break into cars dressed as Jesus. I am taking photos of him. It is my idea, part of a project I am working on, but J has always liked to dress up like Jesus. When I brought up the idea, he agreed without hesitation. He already had a Jesus costume. He reminds me of the fact that in year six, he forced me to join the Christian School Group so that he could be Jesus in the yearly play. I was a centurion.
This just makes me laugh, so I'm sharing it.
Twenty-Six Lies/One Truth proceeds nicely. I'm pretty much spending all my spare time on it. I'm ignoring the world but things filter in. Terrorism. Not being able to take Ipods on planes. Because, of course, that's not over reacting. No. Anyhow, as I work, I notice that this book has got a strange humour to it, yes it does. Everything changes in rewrites, but I hope that doesn't. Oh, and for those of you who wanted an index, there will indeed be one. So rejoice.