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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. |
| Working on my own goal-setting and conception of prosperity has been particularly difficult for me recently. I realized after talking it over with my spouse that part of what I have to work with is expanding my view, not settling on one view. |
| RealityTVCalendar is accepting my writing again. I'm covering the highlights of the Who Wants to Be a Superhero 2 competition on the SciFi Channel Thursdays at 8pm Pacific. I'm also jazzed to have won a new merit badge for my participation in AliceNgoreland's Vampire Ball. winning entry:
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| I stumbled on a site called MeStew today. It had it's share of celeb popularity speculation and related polls. The thing that I found disquieting was the number of entries that admitted first off that the writer knew no details about a topic they were then spewing about. The specific reference I think had to do with Harry Potter and the film opening line frenzy. The site is a two author stop on the way to nothing, and like the show about nothing, it seems to have enough of a buzz to garner advertising. This seems to cast the world-class newspaper model on its ear. Maybe that is what is so disturbing to me. that Advertisers will allow their ads to populate a page of cyberspace where nothing of substance need be said. I hope I say things of some lasting value. Perhaps MeStew does over time as well. It is yet to be seen. |
| I've convinced myself that ten minutes of space in my day allows me to fulfill the blog for the day requirement. But this is what I end up with. This is what you end up with. Haven't y'all better taste than that? Summer doesn't do much for me. I suppose I'll give myself a break though, I'm only just fully feeling over the fever that hit me a week ago. (Ahh, she is human after all...) Summer makes you want to find different places to sleep [Read: in front of the real air conditioner, outside, anywhere but the usual comforter covered bed down the hall]. |
| Well, being sick (at this point, getting over being sick) in July is no fun. Fever started after breakfast on July 4th. Of course, I could be the only one suffering. I don't think I had that much presence of mind to be that conceited, actually. But it certainly was funny as I despaired today over everytime that I found myself sweating — finally realizing, it's just hot in here! That was the time to rinse off, put on a fresh shirt and occupy the library for an hour. |
| I'm teasing myself; not really getting down on my practice of waiting to the last minute. But it's almost a good habit because I am writing consistantly, even if it is at the last possible moment to fill the calendar. |
| The L.A. County Public Library branch near me just acquired a 360 plus page coffetable hardback on The Making of Star Wars, a topic I would've sworn to you, "I am over." But I really was engrossed. The real essence of the struggle to birth this movie is written, both in exposition and through following the creative process, bit by bit in seeing portions of the first through fourth drafts of the screenplay. I feel like every authoritative magazine article I've read on Star Wars or George Lucas, only allowed half-truths. Maybe insight into the "making" (besides the post-production effects) was never considered high on the general public's interest list. After reading this book, almost in its entirety, however, I find that was very, very important to me. The struggle to write a marketable story is very close to my reality, now, as it was to young George Lucas thirty-four years ago. I think the journalists covering the beginning, re-release, and subsequent sequels and prequels just never had the insight to dig or research. In this volume, every influence during George Lucas' writing process is pieced together or at least speculated on. The photos and drawings are more "insider" or archival than any previous volume related to the Star Wars franchise. That, plus the depth of insight into the rewriting progress that had Lucas define his universe in a one to two year window, actually made this seventy-five dollar book attractive to me. And I counted myself as someone who'd given up my childhood love of Star Wars. |
| Okay, much like the enigma of a Sara Sidle / Gil Grissom romance in the past season of CSI, is my being stuck making my entries with only minutes to spare before the day is out. Is this a metaphor for what it takes to get me writing consistantly. I have exaggerated in job interviews by saying I like jobs where the pressure is on. I know that is not completely true. I do accomplish under pressure, but that doesn't mean I actually do have to like it. |
| It's just a juvenile, pop-up book version of Dicken's classic, A Christmas Carol, I've read along with my daughter tonight, but I can tell she enjoys it due to all the questions. I am enjoying being there to share the reading adventure with my daughter. I can tell that with a recommitment to reading together this summer, her capability is going to soar. She needs this as she enters 3rd grade. I'm keeping track of the books we are reading together each night in a word search on WDC. I hope she will enjoy doing the search when it's complete. |
| Thought I had already made my entry. Guess not, And now, I'm really cheating. (*8:58...8:59 - Midnight Eastern time) [Now in edit mode] Wondering what replies I got on IMDB for my opinion on Babel? I replied to a thread on the nudity in Babel, stating the following: Paraphrasing the end of your comment: On why developing the (Chieko) character was at all necessary Listen to yourself; How marginalizing. I wonder what it was about this character that would have you question it? Could it be because she's Japanese, Deaf, young, female, emotionally needy, already marginalized, flirty, naive, naked..? There's quite a lot to discover in ourselves from the messages this film sends. Thinking about how a traumatized person feels, especially when communication is limited is one area which society rarely touches upon. (My sig there) When the final light is extinguished, your next Source will come from darkness. |
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