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Blog started in Jan 2005: 1st entries for Write in Every Genre. Then the REAL ME begins
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.

February 19, 2020 at 4:55pm
February 19, 2020 at 4:55pm
#975894
The Soundtrack of my Life



I follow Nyle DiMarco on Twitter because he advocates for good causes. Foremost, teaching sign language (not an automatic consideration when a child is born deaf, as oftentimes the family around you is hearing). So, he factors into my year, past and present. He also drops self-promotion as a model, and that ain't bad to enjoy. Despite the performance to this music taking place a couple years ago, it is one I share because it really represents what I think of when I see his name, or explain to others who he is. Winning the Dancing with the Stars Finals was his second wave of celebrity, as he was recognized before that in one of the televised modeling competitions. I like that his lasting impact comes through his achievement as an inclusion advocate, a cultural advocate, a consultant to musical artists making their media and fan interaction accessible through Closed Captioning. So enough about him and his talented dance instructor/partner in the video, Petra...

The Sound of Silence is irrevokably tied to the movie, The Graduate. Through it, I recognize that Top Gun, Footloose, and a slew of Eighties soundtrack-based films were NOT firsts. While I cannot say Disturbed's cover is my favorite, as related to Nyle and Petra's freestyle dance, it certainly carries the right vibe. Even in its own time, I imagine that the tone of Simon and Garfunkel's The Sound of Silence was radical and unwelcome by some.

*Fox*

Disturbed cover of Simon & Garfunkel's Sound of Silence


a test of signature for masquerade


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