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Blog started in Jan 2005: 1st entries for Write in Every Genre. Then the REAL ME begins |
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It Hurts When I Stop Talking 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, Anne, 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?? Anne 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. |
The Soundtrack of my Life Recently re-watched the Disney Fantasia film of my childhood, and by the time I had kids, that early version was on VHS tape. Fantasia was attempted again by Disney, and I only saw it once, specifically in a movie theater. Everything in the Fantasia 2000 release was forgettable, for me, except the concluding piece of Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue. Truth is, I do not think I had heard the full musical piece before, except in a snippet here or there. Since many of the recordings on You Tube do highlight the entire musical piece, running almost eighteen minutes. Easy to find other versions, I just decided to give the short one for this. Because Gershwin's piano masterpiece has a rush-rush feel to it, the pulse of New York city, even an early Twentieth Century New York seem so true to the playfulness inherent. The concept behind both Fantasia films was to give the animators something to equate visually to classic music. The astonishing thing, Rhapsody In Blue is now a piece in the Public Domain. [An ever-growing catalog of the artistic pieces that no longer require the collection of royalties for the creators' estates] It used to run about seventy years, but Disney is one of those entities that has used its legal and financial power to extend the length of time an artwork stays out of public domain. Quite beneficial to keep selling related merchandise, you see. George Gershwin Rhapsody In Blue ( a small portion, as utilized in Fantasia 2000) |
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