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 But the energy that goes for that purpose cannot be withdrawn.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: The person sitting next to you on the plane is quite talkative. Do you try to switch seats or make this person your new best friend?
It depends on who is sitting next to me. The seats are smaller and closer together. One has to deal with those who invade your narrow space with their elbows and inane comments---those I do not talk to. There are other who are polite, interesting, and willing to share a conversation, not totally about themselves. Topics such as religion, politics and racism are dangerous and usually a turnoff.
I don’t usually fly alone so I know who’s sitting next to me. Ha!
The best people to meet are writers, artists, and musicians, then come dancers, actors and theater technicians, followed by movie folk.
I ride buses and trains a lot, and it’s rare that the other person in the seat says anything. Each in their own world, and only shared with their phone. Young people do not talk to old people, and in Central America the young do not give their seats to old men or women with babies. The old women are strong enough to demand a seat and usually get it.
In France the trains had special seats for the elderly. Very nice.
In Iran, they always gave me a seat with curtesy and a smile. Plus if you share a seat, they often offer food or snacks. They love Americans and always have many questions. They only know about California and New York.
I had an art teacher in high school that encouraged me more than any other teacher. He got me involved in painting sets for the Christmas Pageant. That transitioned into working in the Drama Department building sets and learning more about painting and lighting, which led to a job with the Stage Hands Union. From the Drama teacher I learned to have confidence in my abilities, which led to an undergraduate assistantship my first quarter at Univ.of Denver. Wow! I owe a great deal to a number of very fine teachers.
From my professor at DU I learned how to duplicate and paint other designer’s work in their style. Scene painters have to work from detailed color illustrations down to scribbles on a napkin and keep the designer happy. I did a lot of those jobs before I got to paint my own designs.
From my piano teacher I learned about dedication and accuracy when working with music. She also taught me to sit up straight, and I’ve never forgotten. I sit up straight when I type!
From my Dance teacher, Hanya Holme in NY, I learned more about discipline and control and how to teach dance.
Little pieces of my life filter out. That’s what blogging does, you know.
Birthday Wishes, WDC! >>>iggy
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Labor or Labour Day... why is this a holiday? Does it have the same meaning as it did when it was declared a national holiday?
What does it mean to you? Is it celebrated where you live?
Labor Day in the United States is a public holiday celebrated on the first Monday in September. It honors the American labor movement and the contributions that workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of their country. Started by the labor associations, does that mean unions?
Growing up, it was the last big family picnic get-together before school started, the first freeze and snow. Fried chicken, corn on the cob, cooked over a campfire on Casper Mountain. I don’t remember anyone talking about labor or work, just family good cheer. Oh and games of horseshoes.
Now with high unemployment, thousands being laid off, malls and stores closing, the meaning for Labor Day should be different, but I’m afraid most people will just take the holiday and forget what it stood for.
I don’t think it’s celebrated in Belize. We did get two cruise ships on Wednesday so business boomed for a few hours. This is the month of Belize Independence Day so many national flags are flying. There will be parades and a Carnival pageant this month. A more personal holiday time for the folks here. They are not really aware about the well-being of the United States.
Record 94,031,000 Americans Not in Labor Force; Participation Rate Stuck at 38-Year Low for 3rd Straight Month
Very sad numbers...>>> iggy
Prompt: If you could live forever, would you want to be a child, adolescent or an adult?
I want to know.
Living forever as a child or adolescent would be the curse of arrested development, never to reach full body potential. Now long-lived individuals would eventially have the technology to alter their body type and age at will. See, without trying it turns around to being Science-Fiction, which is speculative abut the future. Have you noticed that most of those older science-fiction stories have come true?
Now in my novel, Knights of Sparrow, I have a character who is already over two-hundred years old. He looks like a young adult, but feels like a very old man. He had a great love, young and beautiful. He watched her become his mother, then his grandmother, then she died. He never stopped loving her. Living forever alone is not a good condition. If there are others and lives can be shared doing projects and having adventures, it would be different.
I leave it to all our wonderful writers.
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Prompt: If you could write on something you have never thought of to write about before, like a different idea,
genre, or method, what would it be and how would you go about it?
I think I would like to explore the British Victorian period and maybe into a kind of fantasy Steampunk. I really like Steampunk and think all the imaginary gadgets are great. I’ve reviewed some Steampunk stories, but never written one myself.
There would be a lot of research into locations and clothing, transportation, social behavior. Maybe it would be good to read a biography from the period to get a better idea of the language, customs and traditions.
The antique technology of the Victorians was amazing. Elaborate gears and little machines, finely crafted and designed. It’s a wonderland of ideas.
Or there’s the idea of bringing magic into the mix and really going over the edge. Cool! These highly stylized period also made it’s way into the American West. I remember a great TV series with Ross Martin. I think Wild, Wild West.
Something to think about...>>>iggy
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Prompt: How much do you think the life-stories of parents affect their children? To what degree has the story of your parents affected you, if it has?
My parents were from farming and blacksmithing families. They were poor, but worked hard. The oil fields were booming so there were jobs. My dad became a supervisor and I grew up beside an oil tank farm. During the war they provided fuel for the military. My grandparents came to live with us so my grandfather could help build the new airbase in Casper. They all made a decent living.
My folks saved and my aunt helped them buy their own three lots and a new house was built by my dad and myself as a pre-teen. Dad worked for years under the corporate rules of Standard Oil. I learned how to do part-time jobs including some paper routes and cleaning oil field tools. I learned from my folks how to cook and take care of my clothes and keep the house clean. I helped build it so I really cared.
My mother got nerve damage living down wind of the refinery and was partly disabled by the time she reached her late 50’s. I left at age 17 never to come home for 30 years except for occasional visits. I never had a problem because they had taught me to be independent and take care of myself.
Mom died at age 68 after years of institutional care. My father lived to nearly 90 with total Alzheimer loss of memory, which also required years of special care. So any family fortune was wiped out for Medicare-Medicaid. That was in the mid 90’s. So I know it must be terrible on families these days.
My father herded sheep as a boy and my mother rode a horse to elementary school. I remember my mother crying when President Roosevelt died. Funny how one remembers moments like that.
Peace and Love...>>>iggy
Tomorrow it begins! Happy Birthday WDC!
WYRM has a wonderful contest for writers of novels and short stories.
Lots of GPs to give away. Check it out.
We often make the mistake that we have to be "in the right mood to write". Do you simply sit down and write? Or do you procrastinate until you are in the right mood? Do you need to have a topic when you start writing or do you let your mind take you wherever?
Writing is a general term. The question is what kind of writing? If the material you are writing is TECHNICAL, then you have research notes, source documents printed or digital, maybe photos or diagrams. This requires discipline and focus to organize and write with the correct technical language of non-fiction.
Now if the writing is PERSONAL possibly emotional, then maybe the mood to express yourself is important. Getting in the mood may require the right atmosphere---lighting, incense, music...I don’t know, everyone is different.
If the writing is CREATIVE, that has a lot of varieties as well. Poets usually need some kind of inspiration or prompt to start them off. Fiction writers have a multitude of methods they use to write whether it be pure imagination. Mystery and action writers usually need some research and technical or historical information to fill out their story.
I think FANTASY and SCIENCE FICTION writers have the most creative freedom to write. World-building is an art in itself. Writing in a pure science-based story about space, or the magic rules about vampires, dragons and faeries, the creative juice flows.
But still those writers may require the right mood or conditions to be creative. Personally I need to be free of outside distractions like music with lyrics, visitors who want to talk, the electricity being cut off. or...you know. Also I have volumes of plot outlines, maps, charts---all the world-building elements that I’m working within for the story. A great deal of preparation goes into a chapter, or sometimes just a scene. When the prep is done, the material almost writes itself. My characters move freely within the structure. Many times the characters lead me because it’s their world.
Underlying all of this writing business is the need for discipline. Sometimes getting the first paragraph of a chapter is the hardest. Once it’s started the flow begins. The second hardest is the editing discipline to separate yourself from the content and judge the grammar, punctuation, wording, phrasing, flow of your work. Painful at times, but absolutely necessary to produce finished work.
Now I have to eat my own words and get back to Knights of Sparrow.
This contest is roaring down on us for next Tuesday, Sept. 1st!
That’s a very general question for a broad variety of wrongs that might be committed. Is it personal? Is it corporate? Is it governmental? Is it social? In your house or family? Where you work? In your home town or city? Is it political? Is it religious? Who is affected?
Sometimes the knowledge of wrongdoing can cause you to lose your means of support. What is the effect on your family?
Sometimes honor and ethics are balanced against personal survival.
We live in a world where the silence of survival effects all our lives in one way or another.
Of course we are responsible. Do we act about it? Depends. It is a huge grey area, which is full of snares and tangles.
I honor those who step forward at great risk to themselves. And often their life changes forever. Hear their information and judge it’s worth. Support them if you can, even if it’s just not buying a product again or changing your vote.
Listen to the silence...>>>iggy
That was a long time ago. I know that I was heavy into the Drama Department at my high school and worked on every show. I was learning how to paint scenery and some set construction. I was a dancer in our Junior Follies, and knew that I wanted to learn how to really dance. I was starting to work for the Stage Hands Union and did lighting on all the visiting concerts and shows. We lived out of town so getting me back and forth was a big effort for my folks. When I had a license my mom and I shared the car.
My drama teacher and his wife fed me when I stayed in town for rehearsals and performances. They were really great people. I was also singing in the school chorus and studying piano. My life was very full and that year was good. I had lots of friends. One friend had a convertible and we’d drive main street from one end to the other in the evenings. Still I was almost always working at the theater. And I was in National Thespians.
That’s about all I can recall. I know I didn’t turn seventeen until after the start of my Senior year. Our world was so different then. (Sigh.)
Peace and Love...>>> iggy
The truth does not hurt, IT INFORMS, IT EDUCATES, it allows you to make informed decisions, like right now in this early election campaign process. The people are responding to Trump so strongly because he is asking difficult questions that require a truthful answers. The truth in America has been so controlled by the White House and government agencies along with Big Pharma and Medical organizations that now are revealing that they have been lying for years. Wall Street, the Federal Banks have never told the exact truth. All information is filtered to protect and enhance the powers that be. Follow the money, especially in the US Congress. And look who owns what.
If the truth were known, a lot of people would be maybe looking for a new country or joining the ever-growing food lines. Or as one of the Bushes said, “Hanging from the light poles.
And lots of time the truth is simply not mentioned. The media merely switches to a scandal or distracting story, and the truth about something important has vanished. Here is one small example that worries me:
FOR YOUR AWARENESS...
Most people, however, have no awareness at all that commercial wheat products are saturated with glyphosate before harvest. They think glyphosate is only used on genetically modified crops like corn and soybeans. But it turns out that glyphosate is routinely used as a wheat crop drying chemical to speed up harvesting. The white flour that is used for so many foods is NOT THE SAME AS THE FLOUR USED BY YOUR GRANDMOTHER. Wheat fields are sprayed with glyphosate to make them dry faster. Where do you think it goes? I would think beside the wheat products it goes into the soil for the next crop. This is a truth that hurts.
All of this requires research. Almost all the information is out there if you ignore the Main Stream Media.
Do you hear the silence?...>>>iggy