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 |  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 But the energy that goes for that purpose cannot be withdrawn.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.  |
Please, create me something using the following words: Garden, rabbit, aroma, picnic, helicopter and determination. Have fun! MELONIE’S RURAL GARDEN FANTASY (non rhyming) Melonie planned and prepped for two weeks intently, Requirements beyond big for an event this enormous, Location’s a problem, parking and shuttles, Without Wi-Fi access they’d wither and cry, Porta-potties of fiberglas have a special aroma, Not a Fairyland picnic, this plan was in chaos, Melonie Despaired, Melonie threatened to quit! The Committee consulted and lunched with fine wine, They raised Melonie’s paycheck, her determination rebooted, This picnic rated a budget, bigger than Bankers, better than the club, Move to the country, away from the smog, Abundant flowers, real trees and green grass, Helicopters will fly guests, their cars in long-term, Pre-validated tickets and limos to carry each to the pad, Trailers of toilets with water and flushing, And perfume to mask those unpleasant bad odors, To complete the perfect idyllic illusion, A picnic romantic, a fantasy rural, The rabbits were imported, fuzzy and bright, Pastel dyed pink, blue,and lavender too, The tables pristine white with napkins checkered red, Daises and name tags, China plates and crystal mugs The guests were delighted, the guests were amazed, How Melonie had managed to bring it together, Never mind that the helicopters down-drafted when landing Blew flowers off tables, place-settings were scrambled, The bunnies soon panicked and ran far and wide, To escape the dear children who hunted and taunted, The fuel for the generator failed to appear, The coolers were powerless, the ice disappeared, Barbecues soon dried up, turning cold useless hulks, Raw chicken, cold buns, and hamburger still frozen dripped in the truck, The labor strike of the drivers for limos so needed, Left guests walking, and walking, and lost in the big lot, Melonie was blamed, so cute in her sundress, Fled with the copter and cashed her check early, The picnic garden became a mass of debris, Grass crushed, burned and trampled and plowed underneath, The trucks for the trailers, the tanks full to brimming, Got stuck in the mud, the crane did more damage, Next year they‘ll ask Melonie’s cousin, Carlotta, To design for the hotel, no rural adventure, not ever...not ever. >>>iggy  ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable **  |
Blog City Prompt: Geoffrey Chaucer's Canterbury Tales was set during a spring pilgrimage, was one of the great early contributions to English Literature. What are some words you use today that would not have been around in the late 1300's? Do you think you'd have a tough time talking with people back then? Why or Why not? We read it and struggled with the language through tests and finals. But if you really had to talk to Chaucer and his folks---EVERYTHING about Radio, Television, Electronics, Computers,automobiles, airplanes and modern slang would have to be translated. Even today, grandma and grandpa have a tough time understanding their great grand children when they ask about their phones and tablets and a lot of the social media with it's fast-paced minute by minute updates and contacts. My grandfather, who was a blacksmith, had to deal with the new automobiles. He became an auto mechanic and made branding irons and horseshoes on the side. The transition from the 1300's to now is almost unbelievable. What happened? Who taught them about computer chips? Hmmm...? Now we're still learning about Mister Tesla and his experiments that had been suppressed. So many secrets floating around our skies, and we barely have words to describe them. Go figure. Peace...>>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
Blog City Prompt: You are chosen to be part of a movie production. You can't be a writer for the movie. What is your job? Producer, Actor, Director or what? I have been part of about 22 or 23 movie productions (in the distant past of the 70's) I worked as Makeup for individual stars, Sometimes hair, especially men's hair pieces. Was a Property Master, Special Effects, Set Dressing, Set Design, Artistic Director, Casting, Extra Coordination, Wardrobe Prep and handling star's wardrobes. A little lighting. Directed one production for Universal Children's Division. Out of all of that, I made many friends as a Makeup person, but really liked being Artistic Director and working with director of photography and directors. It was always very demanding work, terrible schedules with very long hours..But each film developed into a kind of team that worked together. Most of the actors were wonderful. I also worked years as a choreographer,director, Artistic Director for Regional Theater and dance companies. That's the true love, but the salaries were never very good. Many dear friends came from those years. There's more, but I'm not saying... You can enjoy the films and plays without knowing how they went together. Peace...>>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
Blog City Prompt: If you go anywhere for a writing retreat, where would it be and why? What project would you work on there? Do you think you would finish this project? There were times on top of the mountain in Wyoming in the early summer when the wild flowers were still blooming and the temperature was in the upper 70's. Just enough wind would blow to keep the bugs away. I had an outside worktable with a bench to sit on, and a hammock nearby for those thoughtful moments and a little nap. I could write all day in the shade of those pine trees. Now for a writer's retreat, that usually implies a group of writers who spend time together talking or just bulls***ting about their work. We had some fine conferences at the Wyoming Writer's Association. Lots of good speakers and presenters plus hours of conversation. Now I've never been to a real retreat where your work is critiqued and discussed and you do the same for the other writers. That's really concentrated time that can be valuable depending on who's attending and who's hosting. As far as finishing a project, it would have to be a short story. Novels take months or longer. I would love talking about new projects. However, I've found the best alternative right here on WDC as a member of the WYRM Writers Group. We do serious, in-depth reviews, one chapter at a time, of entire novels. That could mean twenty-five to fifty reviews for a single story. You can be certain that we learn a lot about each other and about our work. My Apex Project had forty chapters, and Knights of Sparrow will have at least as many. It is not casual. One review is due every week without fail. By their own right, each of the members is a brilliant, creative writer so the interaction is very lively, and productive. Interested writers are always welcome to drop in and see what WYRM is all about. Write on! >>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
Blog City Prompt: “Writers write about what obsesses them... I lost my mother when I was 14. My daughter died at the age of 6. I lost my faith as a Catholic. When I'm writing, the darkness is always there. I go where the pain is.” Anne Rice What do you think of Ann Rice’s approach? Do you also go, in your writing, to where the pain is? When I wrote Starman, I wrote about his pain of losing his wife. It was not my pain. When I wrote The Calling, it was about the family's loss of a son, espeially his mother's pain. It was not my pain In Knights of Sparrow, when Paloo has to tell Brezay that his father, the Grandmaster was executed, it caused enormous pain. But it was not my pain. Darkness and pain are a kind of dramatic device, very effective in short stories and novels. If you are bringing up your own personal pain, then it becomes biographical, and not my style. For other writers this may be their deepest source. I think obsessing about pain and loss is not the end of it. There is transformation and suviving and recovery. The beautiful and heroic parts of life that lift the reader far above the pain. That's what we want to read about. Yes? Do not sink into the darkness...>>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
Blog City Prompt: Emotional intelligence. If you were to design teaching emotional intelligence in schools what would your curriculum include? It starts with the willingness to deal with a situation from and with the point of view whether at the moment realized or not, that you are the source of what you are, what you do and what you have. This point of view extends to include even what is done to you and ultimately what another does to another. This involves responsibility for and of self. Responsibility is not fault, praise, blame, shame or guilt. All these include judgements and evaluations of good and bad, right and wrong, or better and worse. They are not responsibility as they are all beyond a simple acknowledgement that you are cause in your own experience. How can anyone operate successfully in this complex world without being aware of how so many others are not even aware of their non-responsibility for their emotional responses. And to be aware of their own emotional responses and know they do have control of their own experience---they do not have to run on stupid automatic. A very hard lesson. It sounds so simple, but the free, undisciplined flow and expression of emotions sometimes drift very far from intelligence, logic and reason. To each person, this simple understanding is the basic, core element of Emotional Intelligence. I fear that too often, the primary aim of education in emotional intelligence is to manipulate others. As you can see, we are bombarded every day with advertising and propaganda styled news to play on our emotions to buy, vote and approve (or obey) their agendas and promotions. And how many very young children do you see while they are learning language, they are also learning and having it reinforced that they can have anything they want---and if denied, a strong emotional response will get what they want plus the leaning of how to trigger emotional reactions from their parents. Just like their language, they never forget EVERYTHING they have learned. For young parents, it may come back to bite you when the child reaches thirteen or fourteen years of age. A great part of Emotional Intelligence Education is to break down and re-learn these deeply ingrained emotional attitudes and total lack of responsibility for their personal behavior and thinking. What a different world we could live in...>>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
Blog City Prompt: Trees can live for a particularly long time, even longer than humans. Describe what a tree might think upon watching a human grow up all the way from infancy to old age. Have fun! When I was writing Tears of the Willow, I lived in Ridgeway, Ontario. Just down the road there was a huge Willow tree fed by an irrigation ditch. The tree grew right beside the road. I could stand on the bridge and touch some of the lower branches. It became a habit to walk down and visit that old tree every day I was at home writing. It became the symbol for my book. There is something eternal and extremely powerful with the spirit of these old living creatures that must stand in one place observing all that passes by and goes on around their ever expanding trunk. When I lived on a mountain in Wyoming, there was one of the very old, original Lodge-pole Pines that survived numerous forest fires that destroyed almost all of those trees. It was so big, I could only reach about one-third of the way around it. I used to walk down and give it a hug every few days. Again so ancient and enduring. It's still there as I'm sure the Willow is still gracefully draped over the ditch after returning after another difficult winter of snow and ice. In Belize we still have some of the Royal Palms that grow very tall and elegant. Some planted, I'm sure by some of the original settlers. The buildings may have disintegrated to rot and insects, but the trees on the impressive entrance still survive. It is very humbling to realize the uncounted years of human existence these very long-lived entities have patiently observed and silently endured. Long live the trees! >>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
| No blog for a week. Sorry I've been traveling and out of WiFi range. Just getting caught up with reviews that were due. Life goes on and I'll be back soon. >>>iggy |
Blog City Prompt: "The Edge Of Tomorrow." What does this mean to you? How about the verge of tomorrow, Or the brink of tomorrow, Why not the brim of tomorrow We could have the brow of tomorrow Not quite the margin of tomorrow, Of if you're traveling, the border of tomorrow, Or when you get there, the threshold of tomorrow. And then there's this Anne kid who sings, "tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll love ya tomorrow! Now that's really on the edge. If you/re not on the edge...then tomorrow is another day. Here I am, just four hours from tomorrow...>>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
| Blog City Prompt: It has rained 3 days in a row. After it has stopped raining, you notice a giant sunflower that reaches clear to the sky. There is a rainbow above it. Do you get brave and climb it? What or who is at the top? This is too weird. a giant sunflower with a rainbow? Knowing sunflowers, my guess that you would find a lot of gay ants since they love sunflowers. I've been too distracted to write and this would require a story. My newly publish book, Apex Project, just made it to Kindle and Amazon along with Kobo, Barnes & Noble Nook, Lybrary, and iTunes. I've had lots of correspondence today! So iggy is happy! Yea! ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
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