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Hand-me Downs, Hand-me Ups
and Alzheimer’s In-between
Sometime in Fall of 1998, when a visit from Dad was infrequent, and primarily at the mercy of his 88 Toyota making the 50 mile journey, I was being treated to lunch. The restaurant was my choice, I think. Sisley Italian Kitchen at the Town Center mall was somewhere my dad had not yet tried, so that was my pick. Either I was being treated to the luxury of lunch and adult conversation without my husband and 5 year old son in tow, or that's just how the moment has lodged in my memory. The more I think about it, they probably were there, but enjoying the Italian food too much to bother interrupting.
Daddy and his lady friend at the time, Ann, came up together and made a day of it with me and the family. We were eating together and talking about some of my scripts, stories, coverages, poems and other creative attempts that really were not seeing the light of day. I think I'd just finished a group reading of The Artist's Way and was in a terribly frenetic mood over my writing. I think I'd just given them an entire rundown on a speculative Star Trek script.
My Dad asked me point blank, “Why don’t you write it?? Ann agreed. It sure sounded like I wanted to write it. Why wasn't I writing seriously? It's what I'd set out to do when earning my college degree in Broadcasting many years earlier.
Heck, I should, I agreed non-verbally.
“I will.”
But, I didn’t.
Blogs can be wild, unpredictable storehouses of moments, tangents, creative dervishes, if you will. I'm getting a firmer handle on my creative cycle. My mental compost heap (which is a catch phrase from Natalie Goldman or Julia Cameron - I can't think which, right now) finally seems to be allowing a fairly regular seepage of by-products. That may be a gross analogy, but I give myself credit to categorize my work in raw terms. It proves that I'm not so much the procrastinating perfectionist that I once was.
Still, I always seem to need prompts and motivation. Being a self-starter is the next step. My attempt to keep up in the Write in Every Genre Contest at the beginning of the year seemed like a perfect point to launch the blog.
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| 1. Mindful Appreciation in Action | ID #746899 |
Posted: 2-12-2012 @ 11:09 am EST
Edited: 2-19-2012 @ 8:24 pm EST |
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Always had a love of cinematic fare. No, I'm not talking about the popcorn and Red Vines. I realize, first it was the scores that captured my attention. Back in the Seventies and Eighties, the only way to enjoy a portion of the movie experience at home was to purchase and play the soundtrack album. Star Wars, Chariots of Fire, Top Gun...I know I'm not the only desperate one who did this before the public sale of video tapes. It was difficult to purchase some soundtracks, despite it being big business. The music for Blade Runner was one of those I had a hard time tracking down at the time. I'm not even sure what I was reliving as I played that cassette tape of the mostly Vangelis music. I might have just been savoring my growing independence in selecting how to be entertained.
Harrison Ford in a Los Angeles dystopia from the mind of Ridley Scott. Used to be one of my favorite movies, notably, for being the only movie that I lied about my age to get into. Seeing the equally violent, R-rated, Excalibur the year before with my dad, clinched the decision to see this one on my own. My first, best step into real science fiction (Star Wars was space opera, an episode of The Young and the Restless compared to this movie!). It was only last year that I read the original Philip K. Dick story that the film, Blade Runner, came from. Now, I prefer what he wrote to what they created for the screen. Although I'm not sure I could have appreciated it when I was fifteen. And now I can look out my window from work and see the Bradbury Building. A nice loop of appreciation.
Best line from Tin Man (2007)
"You know you really should do something about that BITTER cynicism of yours Cain."
Cain:
"Why? Someones gotta keep your wide eyed optimism in check."
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