You are what you write. Illusion and Reality...I reside in between. Where are you?
UNDERSTAND THAT REDIRECTING CIVILIZATION is a major undertaking. You can write volumes about it and who will listen? But the energy that goes for that purpose cannot be withdrawn. You know that.|
Prompt: Jack Kerouac has uttered the wildest writing tips. Here are five of them.
Choose one and explain what you understand from it and if you would like to use that tip in your writing:
The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
It’s possible that Mr. Kerouac had some pharmaceutical or plant assistance to expand his mind, but the source is still legitimate, and the visions or insights are creative. The idea of the third eye is universal among many cultures. Another way of saying ‘the eye within the eye’.
The idea of focusing on that tiny spot in the exact center of the brain is useful for meditating, and it truly is the inside of the inside. And if you see something, the ‘seeing’ has to originate somewhere, yes? Is it (the pineal gland) a link or direct connection to another dimension, another reality, the Source? You’ll get many different answers to that question.
And I don’t believe that it all comes from inside your brain. Memories, yes, you have billions stored. But there’s more---if you look without judging or trying to analyze. And that, I would describe as automatic writing. Is that related to channeling? The folks who channel would say so. I don’t know.
Isn’t that what writers, especially poets, do? They swim in a sea of languages. Pretty cool idea!
Peace and Love...>>>iggy
Since there are billions and trillions of stars, the only thing special about my star would be that it has my name---and it would be the only star in the entire galaxy named ‘iguanamountain’.
Star light, star bright,
Only star I see tonight,
For sure the only one
For all to see the sprite
That makes my heart feel right!
Peace and Love...>>>iggy
Prompt: Groundhog Day.
Have you ever wished spring would come early or hoped that it would be delayed? What if you were a groundhog? Would you ever predict zero winters?
I live in the land of zero winters! Our average temperature is between 80 and 85 degrees. A winter day is cooled down to 68 to 75 degrees, but usually by noon it’s warmed back up to 80.
In Wyoming, Spring on the mountain arrived about the 6th of June when they plowed the road. I lived on a mountain top in Wyoming for years with six months of severe winter, and Spring was glorious, Summer was heaven and Fall dramatic and beautiful. I shoveled enough snow for a lifetime! I did love zooming on the snowmobile, but that was not for recreation. It was snowmobile or walk the two miles where the cars were parked.
BUT no more. I am very happy living in Belize in the sailboat, Pania. As long as I have Internet access and my computer, I can work anywhere. Basic wardrobe are shorts and tank tops. Life is grand!
Eat your heart out...>>>iggy (I get to say that because I’m old enough, Ha!)
I didn’t have a blank screen all day. Just getting the long, in-depth reviews finished and posted has taken most of the this Saturday. Heavy reviews for Trains and Arrows of Blood.
Also we put a new rope on the jibe sail. With a light wind blowing I was managing the ropes and trying to keep it into the wind. It is a beautiful day in Belize, but a cool 66 degrees this morning.
So..half the weekend is already gone. Plans for tomorrow are up in the air depending on the weather.
I did get 15 minutes in the sun this morning so vitamin D is good for another day!
Happy Sunday for tomorrow!...>>>iggy
Here are 4 locations New York, London, Beijing and your location. Tell me what you expect and don't expect in each location. Are there any commonalities that jump out at you? Could you relocate there easily?
1. NEW YORK, the city. I lived in Manhattan and Brooklyn. Commuted on the subway. It was cold in the winter, crowded and full of excitement and creativity. The theaters, museums, galleries are to die for.
2. LONDON a place I’ve never been. I expect it is much like New York City, only older.
3. BEIJING another place I’ve never been. I think it is older, newer, bigger, and more crowded than both New York and London. They seem to be very influential in the world right now.
4. BELIZE CITY, BELIZE in Central America. A tiny city in a tiny country. Tropical climate, and an environmental jewel struggling to protect itself.
The commonalities of the first three are immense populations crowded together---lovely for the very wealthy and a life and death struggle for the very poor. The air is polluted, the water tastes funny, and there are huge problems about cities evolved to accommodate automobiles and trucks and trains and busses and give them a higher priority than living humans who must share the space.
And in Belize, the city was originally laid out during a time of no gas-driven vehicles. The streets in the downtown area are too narrow and never meant for busses, trucks and hundreds of autos. Only recently have many side streets been blessed with concrete paving to replace the mud, potholes and ruts. Highways are still narrow, two-lane pathways for the most part. Inland the mountains and jungles are breathtakingly beautiful and in the Caribbean the barrier reef is an underwater wonder. The air is clean and moist and the markets are full of fresh fruit and vegetables.
I have lived in Denver, San Francisco, Honolulu, Los Angeles, New York, Paris and Tehran. Big cities make me nervous and given a choice, I would avoid them except for brief visits. Living in the rural country, the mountains, on the ocean---close to Nature is the only place to live! My boat, the Pania, is rocking in the Caribbean right this minute as I write this. The ferry tenders are moving out to carry tourists from Monday’s newly arrived cruise ships.
In my time, I’ve shoveled tons of snow. And I know all about ‘lake effect’. For all the folks up north---stay warm!
Peace and Love...>>>iggy
Prompt: Most of us have been to a convention, a networking event, a writers’ conference, or any other professional meeting. What are some of your ideas for making the most of these events not only for writers but for anyone in any profession?
Back a few years I used to do the setup for the Heritage Foundation for state-wide conferences. This included computers and devices to play PowerPoint presentations, slides, overhead projectors, sound system with multiple microphones and the two or three large screen televisions and white screens for projectors. Their guest speakers came from every kind of background and each would have their special requirements. Most of the presenters came from corporate executive offices and their presentations were INCREDIBLY BORING. They mostly hid in the dark while we moved their PowerPoint screens forward on their cue. Often the printing on the screens was too small to read when projected. A few had videos so they didn’t have to talk. Little was gained from all this electronic facade. The question and answer part where they had to actually talk and answer questions worked much better for information and understanding. Usually the governor and maybe a senator or congressman made an appearance and the same-old, same-old speeches. A few times we had satellite links from Washington, or they sent a DVD to play. Most of the networking and business happened during the breaks and dropouts slipping off to the hotel bar. Then the 8-top tables were very lively during the banquet.
I attended several writer’s conferences with the Wyoming Writers Association. They were great! Lots of time was provided to sit around and talk with other writers. You sit for years by yourself writing, and here at the conference are folks that are doing the same thing. They brought in well-known writers to speak and do workshops, there were display areas for books to be displayed and purchased. I found the whole process valuable and enlightening. Talking with other writers about how they work is a wonderful experience. We are not alone!
| Know your world...
The 62 Richest People On Earth Now Hold As Much Wealth As The Poorest 3.5 Billion.
Prompt: “The best actors show you the flaws in the writing.” -Sam Shepard
What do you think about this? Should we ask a few good actors to read our work?
Absolutely, actors should speak your writing. But for new material it should be very private. Actors can make dialogue come to life or show you how your words are flat and dry without realism. Dialogue is how a character actually SPEAKS. Actors have an instinct of how that should be.
Also Actors can read the text of narration so it contains all the meaning and nuances you intended, or show you how dull and boring the narration is. You only have to hear that once and you’ll realize the work you have yet to do.
Second best is having a friend read your material out loud. If they struggle with the words and the meanings, there’s a big hint about possible problems.
Third is reading your words yourself out loud. Preferably to a friend who agrees to be honest. If they fall asleep while you’re reading, that’s a clue. For most people, friend or not, it’s a chore to actually sit and listen---that is unless they are totally captivated by the story. That’s when you should bring out the brownies or the bourbon, or ice cream.
Whoever reads will have questions. Listen carefully and try to narrow down to specific spots in a story that causes confusion or leaves them feeling incomplete. Usually the very first reactions are the most valuable. Afterwards you get into, “if I were telling this story, I’d...”
Find a friend, make them listen...>>>iggy
Prompt: Blaming -- When things go wrong, do you find that you blame yourself or someone else or do you leave the blame aside and take care of the problem at hand? What is the best way to stop the blame game?
In my world most things that go wrong are the result of a difference in work ethics, and understanding that, helps deal with the problem. Other times we find the worker simply does not understand enough English to comprehend the instruction and is embarrassed to admit that, or cannot read a written note. It doesn’t mean they don’t know how to do the job. A few minutes of one-on-one communication with maybe some pictures or pantomime solve the problem.
There are some folks who can do no wrong and someone else is always at fault. A great deal of tact and tolerance is required to maneuver through that minefield. I think people’s egos are really interesting to study, understand and later to use the example for creating a written character in a novel or story.
When something goes wrong, I often say it is my fault because I should never have trusted or believed the individual. When someone shows competence and responsibility---appreciate it! Acknowledge it!
AWARENESS for Tuesday, December 12th...
Macy’s plans to close nearly 40 stores, The company is also cutting more than 4,000 jobs. Understand, like Sears, Macy’s is an anchor store for many malls in medium-sized towns and cities. When they close it is a devastating blow to the other smaller stores in the mall. The masses of shoppers stop coming and their business gets even slower. More jobs are at risk.
Compare that to:
Last year, the United States dropped an estimated total of 23,144 bombs in six countries. Of these, 22,110 were dropped in Iraq and Syria. This estimate is based on the fact that the United States has conducted 77 percent of all airstrikes in Iraq and Syria, while there were 28,714 U.S.-led coalition munitions dropped in 2015. This overall estimate is probably slightly low, because it also assumes one bomb dropped in each drone strike in Pakistan, Yemen, and Somalia, which is not always the case"
Official figures are almost nonexistent, but there is a soft quote of $7,500,000 per day, but that was just for Iraq. Some of the planes cost $68,000 per hour to operate and one big missile can cost $600,000 each and the smaller bombs average about $250,000 each. They do not like to include the transportation, maintenance, personnel, planning, training and supervision necessary to make this happen. The cost is beyond comprehension and what has been accomplished is even more difficult to understand. All of this did not happen by accident...
Who do you blame for Macy’s closing 40 stores? ------Macy’s is just a tiny, tiny example of a very big iceberg that used to be called “The home of the brave, land of the free”... I just chose that because it’s part of ‘consumer USA’, and for sure Macy’s was part of the Middle Class experience. Long ago, and far away, I used to shop there and use my Macy’s Credit Card. (so long ago.)
QUESTION: Did it go wrong? Or was it wrong from the beginning? If blame is placed on an individual, or group, or organization, or corporation, or a sovereign nation, is that the truth? How do you know? These days, the concept of the truth of the raw reality, is just as incomprehensible as the illusion we live in.
I have found that the very hard words of Judge Anna Von Reitz (Supreme Court, Alaska) comes closer to the unvarnished truth than anything I’ve read in a long time. Her website has hours of stuff to read. Check it out at:
oom2 dot com/f9-anna-von-reitz (You know to replace the ‘dot’ with a ‘.’, yeah? I don’t put direct links like this because ‘they’ are very nervous about her truths, It makes my head hurt just to wonder how ‘they’ got away with so much for such a long time. I guess it’s what I aways say...
...follow the money! Peace and Love...>>>iggy
Prompt: Does extreme eccentricity add to a story’s literary value, as in an eccentric character, plot, or setting
or is it just a cute trick?
Extreme eccentricity is often a matter of opinion when the character might seem really quite normal and just like somebody’s mother, or old Uncle Carl. When compared to the rest of the cast, a certain character might have a great impact. I think we try to avoid anything like a cute trick.
A rather odd character I've currently created, appears in Knights of Sparrow: (This will be her debut as no one has read this yet)
“Ready are we?” A loud cracked voice asked.
They both turned to see the old woman in the doorway, stooped and limping as she entered. She wore layers upon layers of braided and beaded cords that waved and rattled with each movement. Beady black eyes sparkled under folds of sun-burnt skin.
She moved to a position at the head of the table, wrinkled hands gesturing. “I need the glass, the juice, and the hand of the Holy One. Come, come, the energies of this universe is being anxious to see the Tesa blood put to use.” She pulled a long three-sided knife from under the braids with an ominous rustle.
“Please, Highness” Lady Ravii addressed Eleanor, indicating she should sit on the platform. “We must witness the ritual.” The two women arranged themselves opposite the table.
Looking around with a scowl, the old woman screeched, “There be more witness! Come I say!”
Four white cloaked figures hurried into the temple with two going to each side of the Queen and the Demi-Goddess. Paloo could not see their faces inside the heavy hoods. He caught Eleanor's eyes. She looked more uncomfortable now that it actually had become a reality.
“Nowwww...” She drew out the word. “Who is to receive the Tesa blood from distant tears?”
Ravii nodded to Eleanor who whispered, “I am Eleanor Dorvean-Velous, Queen of Nostrom and daughter of Rudegund the Fourth.”
“You girl, watch with all your being the gift of life from the Hidden holy Tesa king that will now name himself.” She looked at Paloo, eyes squinting.
“Stepping closer to the table, Paloo announced, “I am Paloo Denari-Tesa, Great-Grandson of Sathibey Tesa the Fourth.”
“Well you said!” She cackled her dry laugh and she reached for his right hand. “Hand you give willingly?”
“I do,” he said, wondering if he should be willing or not. The knife looked deadly.
“Ravii, Demi-Goddess of the Sun, know you what to do?” She began pulling Paloo's hand down to the table on top of a folded towel. More of her beads rasped against the edge of the table.
“I do.” Ravii stepped to the table, picking up the crystal-stemmed glass.
The ancient voice directed, “Under the hand when drop is ready.”
As he stood with his little finger sticking out, Paloo felt silly. If the moment weren't so serious he could giggle. He looked up at Eleanor, past Ravii, not wanting to see the knife action. He felt the prick and the tight grip on his hand as she squeezed the finger and turned his hand over the glass. He had to look to see a large drop of his blood hit the bottom of the crystal.
“Not to cool---juice be now!” Ravii poured the purple colored juice into the crystal, and began to stir with a narrow glass spoon. The clink of the glass seemed extra loud.
The towel wiped the knife, and wrapped his hand. “Hold that until it stop.” She waved to Eleanor. “Stand and drink, Queen of cursed blood. Receive the gift of the Tesa King who comes from the three generations who died for this to be.”
Eleanor looked almost disgusted, but raised the crystal and drained the glass. Ravii gently wiped her mouth with a small cloth.
“Time be for fire bowl!” the old lady again shouted. Immediately from outside a Selve rushed in with a large earthen bowl, which went to the center of the table to receive Paloo's slightly blood-stained towel, the mouth cloth and the crystal drinking vessel. Another Selve came to hand the ritual woman a jar of oil to pour and soak the contents of the bowl. The four witnesses with faces still concealed, hurried out of the room.
Ravii dropped something into the bowl and it burst into hot orange flames that burned blue around the edges. Everyone moved quickly back and waited while the old woman murmured some kind of prayer or incantation. Her movements filled the chamber with the clatter of her beads. When she finished she moved to the door. “Tomorrow morning, same!” And she was gone.
(excerpt from Chapter 40 of Knights of Sparrow)
Write On and let the eccentrics loose once in a while....>>>iggy