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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. |
| Using my purse brick (smartphone) to send a text, or jot down a reminder, or post to my blog...brings up the joy and frustration of auto-correct. What it brings to light most consistently and clearly to me is that I use a good number of antiquated words (including the word, antiquated). And some, I think communicate very clearly to their intended recipient, so I have no plan to ditch the use of words like, bamboozled, no matter how hard that is for auto-correct to understand. It puzzles me some to see my website note for me that it has been nearly a week since my last blog post, even though I would've bet money that it had only been a day or two. The fact that I wrote down post-like writing in the past two days accounts for it, but it does so bamboozle me to not have a correct accounting in my head. This is als a lesson for me to remember in relation to keeping tabs on my checking balance. I have told myself that I am making sandwiches for my family for dinner -- sandwiches and fast food keep being the main means of survival in the sudden heat of Summer and my current week of doldrums. I am not trying to minimize the impact that I know chronic depression has on my family. But as I am clearly experiencing some depression now myself, I really am able to comprehend the the lack of functioning that I have only previously and stubbornly been an outside witness to. I really hope to move past this to make all the best strides I can in supporting them. All the more clear that I need to take care of myself. |
| Saw the indie movie, Yesterday, for a second time last night. Of course, mashing Ed Sheeran music in with so many Beatles hits makes it sweet for the ears and body. The struggle of the main character, Jack Malik, brings it to the Everyman level needed without overcomplicating. And luckily, the movie, as a whole, doesn't fall into an assessment like the one delivered by the critical L.A. manager, describing one of Jack"s songs as, "Not so bad that I hate it, but not interesting enough for me to want to hear it again to figure why," since I know some critics wanted to pan this movie that viciously. Decided to write this morning because I could not have told you how long ago I had written into the blog, and a straight forward message of the story is to move ahead in life, using your gifts, no matter what. Seeing that four months had gone by since my last post, I can recall that some significant things have kept me from here: I styled a 4 week course then ran it in May, Was taking time off work to assist my dad while his health and mobility were compromised. Tried sorting through some collections to sell, but much coming up rubbish, and not getting steady help to minimize in case we had to initiate any move, since the rent keeps outstripping the income. And finally, facing the family's loss of mom's second husband recently at 89 years old. So, yeah, quite a first half of the year. And what works in screenplays as well as in songwriting? Starting the action in the middle of the narrative. It's what Speilberg and Lucas famously presented time after time. And I realize it is even part of the genius of Lennon and McCartney songs. Consider these openers:"Help, I need somebody." |
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