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 But the energy that goes for that purpose cannot be withdrawn.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: Use these words in a story, poem or anyway you want.
Malibu, bluejays, plates, lemonade, pancakes, syrup and a dog named Bob. Don't forget Bob!
.THE QUESTIONABLE VILLA
The new summer villa was in Malibu. At least her husband, Quentin, called it a villa. She looked skeptically at the one bathroom and the other half bath. Well, maybe he could shave in there. And the bedroom with french doors opening out toward the ocean. The bed would have to be replaced. God knows what the term ‘previously owned’ meant. The truck with their summer furniture just parked and the front door jammed open. The movers would just have to bring their own bed from Palm Springs. She shuddered to think about where she’d sleep tonight. Maybe one of the sun loungers.
Antonia rated the kitchen adequate. At least the ice maker in the fridge seemed to be still working. Opening all the cupboards, she found a set of cups and plates that must have belonged to somebody’s grandmother. The silverware in the drawer looked new like intruders from a stainless factory. The back door opened out to the wooden deck that featured the ‘ocean view’ that Quentin declared made the $2000 a week totally worth it.
She did like the little walled garden on the east side. A couple blue jays splashed in the fountain, adding their noise to the traffic passing too near the front of the house. She could imagine having coffee, pancakes with lots of butter and syrup on the little table under the umbrella and watch the sunrise. But then the thought of actually having to make the pancakes over a hot stove sort of diminished the idea. Now if Quentin would agree to a daily housekeeper that cooked? She could always use her money, but then Quentin would have a fit. But with her money they wouldn’t be renting a Malibu oceanfront cottage, they’d be in Santa Barbara in a real villa.
Avoiding the movers and all the fussing with Quentin, she settled into one of the loungers they’d just placed out on the deck. A coldpak from the car provided a container of lemonade, which Antonia sipped while she tried to find something nice to see in the ocean view. She almost dozed off when she realized someone had approached the front of the deck from the beach.
“Hello? I’m sorry, I must have woke you up.” Tall with sun-blonde hair, his smile changed her entire idea of ocean view.
“Oh. No problem. I was just relaxing.” Her eyes scanned his tan body with approval.
“I noticed you’re moving in, so I stopped by to say welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Edison. I have the house next door.”
Just then a dog barked and came running up to rub against Edison then stick his nose through the railing. His tail wagged a mile a minute.
“And this is my faithful companion, Bob.
Antonia got up to lean against the railing. “Well Bob. Happy to meet you.” She let the large dog smell her hand. “And Edison, we’ll have to invite you over for barbecue as soon as all the hardware is working. My husband does what he calls, ‘man’s meat’ with a really good sauce. By the way, my name is Antonia.” She gave him her special smile.
“Thanks, I’d like that. I’ll have you folks over once you’re settled in. Bob loves to have company. So...we’re off for our run. Once again, welcome, and we’ll be talking to you Antonia.” The broad shoulders turned, the dog barked, and they were off.
“Bye.” She watched the attractive man and his energetic dog run across the sand toward the splashing waves. Could be an interesting summer after all, she thought. One advantage to summer in Malibu, the neighbors are close by.
Alternate prompt: Did you ever get a phone call that changed your life?
Oh yes. Rosemany called me. back in about 1973. She was a coordinator for film productions in Hollywood. She said, “How would you like to to go Iran?” They were putting together a crew of British and American actors and crew to do a co-production with Iran and India, to be filmed in Iran.
I took the job as a make-up person for actor Ross Martin and young Ricky Segeal. The crew was topnotch with the techbus coming from England. Panavision camera and a Director of Photography who was old-time MGM and great.
We were six months out in the desert, that’s the real desert. We had horses, camels goats, a huge Iranian crew, Scenes with the army and caravans. It was a fabulous and difficult time. I got disentary and was sick. Later, before it was over, I was production manager with all the money and all that responsibility. Talk about learning experience.
A year later I was invited back to teach at the National Theater and stayed until the breakout of the revolution at the end of 1978.
So that one phone call really did change my life. And I’ve been back several times since, after about thirty years, to see old friends. (They are a lot older now!)
My book, Apex Project is partially set in Iran. Just published (Amazon, Kindle, iTunes, Lulu.com.)
You never know when a phone rings...>>>iggy
If you were making a summer/winter fruit smoothie what would you use? Would you add sugar or anything else to it? Why or Why not? recipes if you have one, please.
Why They Didn't Tell Us A Beverage That Is 10,000 Times Stronger Than Chemotherapy!
The combination of lemon and baking soda are proven stronger “killer” cancer than chemotherapy for about a whopping 10,000 times. Why no one told us anything about this? Well, because there is no profit from healthy people.
. It’s that easy. Billions and billions of dollars that the pharmaceutical industry gets in their budget would no longer exist. Lemon is a proven anti-carcinogen. On the organism it produces a strongly alkaline environment in which cysts and tumors simply cannot dwell. Specifically, cysts and tumors feed on substances that create acidic environment in the body, and as long as the body is acidic tumor can grow. But as soon as you stop the flow of acidity in the body the tumor has no food and becomes stagnant. Therefore, soda combined with lemon is an exceptional fighter against cancer because of their effect is quite alkaline.
So...with that information I have been doing a morning drink for years that consists of:
One Apple, cored, but skin included.
three-quarter cup of fresh Pineapple
three-quarter cup of fresh Papaya
Two tablespoons of whole powdered milk
The juice of one lemon or lime, lemons are best
One teaspoon of Baking Soda
One tablespoon of Coconut Oil
Enough cold water to fill blender, you could add ice.
Blend until smooth.
Now we cut the pineapple and papaya and store in ziplock bags in the freezer. Each bag one helping. It’s like adding ice, cool. It is not very sweet, but so good. Adding sugar to this or anything is a mini-death-wish.
This should establish a good alkaline condition for your day. If you research each of those ingredients you will find their value to your body and health.
In addition to this drink regime, I take 1000 units of Vitamin C, E, B-complex EVERY DAY and a Vitamin A, once a week. For some folks B-17 is something to check into.
I’m not recommending this for anyone. My experience is that I’m older than dirt and have not been sick, even with cold or flu for many, many years. However, I do drink coffee, but do not drink alcohol and I stopped smoking about 1970. I trained as a dancer and still practice yoga. So, go figure.
Peace and good health...>>>iggy
You left your window open this evening, what sounds might you hear lying in your bed? Are these the same sounds you heard in your childhood or different?
In the three-story house in Corozal where I’m house sitting there are no glass windows. There are many windows on all sides that are screened with wooden shutters that close almost tight. This is the old style.
The house sits in 10 acre site that is 80% jungle and outside the site is, guess what? Jungle. The Ocean is about a quarter mile to the east. Now in this season the Trade Winds are blowing almost constantly at ten to twenty knots force.
With wooden shutters, that almost close tight, the wind makes the house sing.
The wind finds every open crack at the ends and edges of the shutters to:
whistle - sometimes high pitches.
sigh - soft shushing like whispers.
moan - deep sounds that wrap around the corners.
scream - the sharp attack of sudden gusts, maybe 30 knots.
howl - Long, slow, persistent, sometimes low and distant.
harmonize - never one tone, always multiple pitches.
rustle - the sound of hundreds of dry palm leaves rubbing against each other.
wheeze - when it changes direction and blows sideways on the shutters.
rattle - Usually tree branches against the tiles.
creak - A wall of shutters suddenly taking a wind push.
A million leaves moving at once just outside the windows.
This creates an orchestra of ever changing sound that moves around the house on different sides. Sometimes soft and gentle, other times forcefully blasting.
I call it the Wind Song House.
The first couple nights I lay awake, but now I sleep with the song. If the wind stops, it gets kind of lonely.
It happens in the day as well, only you add hundreds of wild birds from large black ravens and crows to tiny florescent orange and yellow guys that sing and chirp all the time. Flocks of parrots stop to chatter and add their energy to the symphony. And sometimes the three dogs add a barking chorus.
I’m at the most amazing Wind Song House!...>>>iggy
Prompt: I am going to keep having fun every day I have left because there is no other way of life. You just have to decide whether you are a Tigger or an Eeyore. Randy Pausch Do you agree?
I can’t believe that anyone would want to be an Eeyore. He’s soooo saaad.
My experiece with that choice was very personal.
For more than a year I played the part of Winnie-the-Poo in a traveling children’s production with professional actors. That included a glued-on rubber bear nose and a very hot, padded, bear-fur suit. We toured schools all across California plus the summer season at our theater in Carmel Valley. That was a long time ago, but I’ve never forgot saying, “Isn’t it funny how a bear likes honey.”
Now those times would be called The Good Old Days, when America was quite wonderful.
Maybe I don’t have ‘fun’ every day like Tigger wants, but always the mood and intent is positive. Always positive.
By the way, has anyone noticed how much faster everything seems to be happening? Lots of my old friends have suddenly made contact. Changes at the marina and now that I’m house sitting in Corozal a whole bunch of friends from five years ago gathered for Sunday breakfast. Fabulous!
Keep up the spirit!...>>>iggy
Prompt: Which emotions fade away the most easily for you and which ones have a way of lingering?
>>>Anger and upset fade away almost as fast as they happen. I can recognize my physical reactions like blood pressure---face flush, feel hot, tightness in throat and voice. Just let it go. Once you can see/feel it, it’s gone. Then what caused the emotion can be examinaned and worked on, forgiven, dealt with, whatever.
I like the happiness and contentment to linger a long time. Doesn’t everyone?
Alternate Prompt: When you are writing, do you ever find yourself influenced by what you’re reading at the time?
>>>No, because i read so many different styles and content. I write speculative fiction, fantasy, science-fiction. I live in a fantasy world. Anything is possible. (I said that yesterday)
Plus I’m reviewing novels for WYRM. We look at writing with such a detailed eye that it’s beyond influence. I just love good writing.
What do you think of your life, in the sense of: Can it be a mystery novel or can it qualify for any other genre?
I don’t know about a mystery novel, but for sure my life could qualify for some action adventure, political and travel themed novel. That would include the dance world, theater and hollywood from the 1960s and 70s.
But of course, I’ll never write it. Information from those areas can be generic source, but my life...no way!
I like the part about creating fictional characters to write about. No hurt feelings, law suits, embarrassed families, etc. I write fantasy and science fiction---therefore I live in a fantasy world. Cool!
Aside from the sun, what are some things you might need to protect yourself from during the summer and why? Or winter where you live?
I live in Belize. We have tropical sun. It can turn white skin into a brilliant shade of rosy red in about twenty minutes. I witness all the cruise ship passengers who visit our beach. Ouch! such pain. I respect that sun and crave it, but only for about 15 minutes on a side. And out on the ocean the time is even less because of the reflection off the water. I am very brown and maintain that.
The sun gives Vitamin D which is essential to health and immune system. There are a lot of studies that show sunscreen to be very dangerous. Better to teach the young ones that limited time is absolutely necessary to have healthy skin later in life. The only protection I use is coconut oil.
Now living on and beside the ocean, we have LOTS of insects. The tiny invisible ones are Sand Fleas. I think they are all mouth. Their bite stings, itches and leaves a little red spot that lasts for several days. They especially like untanned white skin. Yum! They are so small they can fit through regular window screen. The trade winds keep them away, blowing them back into the mangrove swamps. But when the wind dies, watch out.
We cleared the sailboat of roaches. Big cockroaches! However, on land they are a plague in older houses.
Now in the sailboat, which is old and the interior is built with wood. Wood is the essential food for termites. They are very clever, leaving the outer layer and varnish or paint untouched. Huge colonies excavate the insides of most woods except teak. Over time they can destroy just about anything. Several times a year they push out the new ones to mate and go find some new wood to start a new colony. Termites are attracted to bright light. We have a bright LED over the sink which is full of soapy water. Most of them fly into that and die. It is a constant battle.
Then there are the Doctor Flies. Bigger than a house fly, but smaller than a horse fly. They are black and metallic orange in color. They are some kind of advanced warrior-stalker that only hunts the blood of humans. When they strike the initial touch is the bite. It burns, stings, itches, swells up. Ugh! An itching zone 8 to 10 inches around the bite for most of a day. The bite effect lasts a week or more leaving a scar that heals slowly. They don’t buzz around like stupid flies. They stalk, wait, hide and then strike! But they are arrogant and bold. Often they come an land on my computer screen. Of if you are holding a phone or tablet, they come behind you hand where you can’t see them until it’s too late. They are seasonal, so at least not all year like the sand fleas.
Bug spray, poison powder, flyswatters, extra clothes (long sleeves & pants) It’s a war zone sometimes. But when the wind is right, the 30 minutes in the sun is tropical heaven! That part of the world really belongs to the insects and we’re visitors and a food source. Mexico controls tourist areas with daily (before dawn) mist-sprayers that move through the streets and beaches. I don’t know which is worse.
Happy in Belize...>>>iggy
Throughout Hemingway's career as a writer he believe that it was bad luck to talk about writing----- that it takes off "whatever butterflies have on their wings and the arrangement of hawks feathers if you show or talk about it." Do you agree or disagree?
Do you personally have any superstitions about your writing craft?
I trust my dreams. Many solutions about story-plot come from dreams.
I’m uncomfortable when people ask, “What is your book about?” How do you explain a complex novel plot that really needs to be read to be understood?
If you try to explain, their eyes cloud over and they never hear the whole idea.
I don’t mind talking about writing in general terms. I have learned that most people have no idea about the kind of patience, perserverance required to actually write and finish a novel. Writers are a particular breed that get along great together. I used to belong to the Wyoming Writers Association, and their annual conference-get together was great. I joined them again on FaceBook.
Prompt: Well behaved women seldom make history. Do you agree?
No, I don’t agree. Now if you said make scandalous history, yes, I’d agree.
We have a lot of powerful women in government who manage to keep their personal behavior almost secret, but their public-political history is filled with untruths and secret arrangements that have deadly effect on hundreds if not thousands of persons.
There have been well behaved women writers, poets, wives of politicians who left their mark on history. We have to really define ‘well behaved’ to have that idea understood.
How about a prostitute who had a heart of gold, and through her spying and passing of information, saved thousands of lives? There are contradictions and amazing people in awkward situations who come through in the end. They make great characters in stories and novels.
Our media culture puts enormous emphasis on scandalous women, and always have. The number of photos of women in low-cut dresses or less is beyond count, and that is new every day. Have you ever looked at the Daily Mail? And there are certain proper-appearing women who hide behind that image while fiddling to delete their thousands of secret emails. Ha!
It’s a scandalous world...>>>iggy