The Truth Talk to me

I use a process in my work that gets me to the core of any challenge, and leads to what I call an Essential Truth that – once formulated – informs everything else. So, what’s the Truth about Andrew Crighton and iPrimate? It’s HELP.

I’m at a place in my career where I’m exploring new horizons and breaking boundaries to help others… and help myself. I’ll tell you a lot more about it sometime, but, essentially, the new horizons have to do with VOCATION and the breaking boundaries has to do with LOCATION.

VOCATION means publishing… for a writer. And for this writer that means non-traditional publishing (you’re reading it). And it means content (you’re reading it). Whether my new horizons serve ME or YOU, they’re challenging and rewarding.

LOCATION is about flexibility. Kids have gone; home in the city less relevant. I still have one foot in Toronto, but I’m really living on the shores of Georgian Bay. Some people know I have a 1989 Volkswagen bus/camper in which I can go anywhere, anytime to write. And meet. And collaborate. But, mostly, breaking boundaries has to do with the Internet. I’m determined to get more clients/patrons/working relationships/ partners in other geographies, because we all really share the same geography, these days (you’re reading it).

So, it’s about VOCATION, LOCATION. And it’s about HELP.

May I?

Andrew Crighton, iPrimate
127 Kingswood Road
Toronto, Ontario m4e 3n4
416.356.4262

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March 31, 2012

A PASSION FOR JOURNALING

Something about this ‘View from the Trees’ venture harks back to what I was doing in 1973… in my 20’s… when I was an eager, bubbling vessel of creative passion (aren’t we all in our 20’s?) I was a ‘journalist’. By this, I don’t mean I was writing for magazines or dailies… no, I was writing for myself. I wrote and illustrated a personal journal, which was a creative outlet for my emerging skills. Its subject was whatever was in front of my face.  Here’s a page from it.Page 1 of 1973 journal - Lifelines

Whatever it was – notebook, sketchbook, workbook, daybook – my journal expressed my view(s) of the world. And it was a labour of love (i.e. I didn’t get paid for it). The first part of it chronicles a trip I was on across Northern Ontario. I was a member of a small, moderately successful theatre company from Toronto, called Studio Lab Theatre, and we were on tour – a small town tour that took us to more than 40 Ontario locations in about 6 weeks. VW van on the road for Studio Lab TheatreThe gig was a good one. Funded by the education system, it was part of the principled effort to bring (big city) culture to (small town) communities. We played the schools. We traveled in 2 Volkswagen buses, and set up our collapsible stage in school gyms across the province. Sometimes, we did two shows a day.  It was intense.  And it was idyllic (on a good day:)

It was children’s theatre.  Twice a year, we developed, rehearsed and produced a play, took it out on the road, and played to some of the most appreciative audiences you’d ever have the pleasure of meeting. Hey, if you lived on the lovely, lonely shores of Lake Superior, 10 miles from the nearest convenience store, and you got the chance to skip math class to see a slightly zany version of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ performed by a bunch of hippies from the city, you’d be an appreciative audience!  Here’s another page from the journal:

Page 2 of 1973 journal - 'Lifelines'

Studio Lab Theatre was my introduction to earning my living by being creative… and being dramatic. And it was my introduction to journal writing.

Fast forward to now, and perhaps the most world-changing thing that has happened is the democratization of computing. There were computers around in the 70’s, but they were in sealed rooms attended by white-coated boffins.  Today, we’re swimming in technology.

Accordingly, the concept of a journal has been advanced a hundredfold.  I keep a journal today that is a pretty amazing thing.  It’s so amazing that I can’t even properly represent it in these pages on the web… but I’m going to try.