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In college I was a film student. I still have copies of my scripts. My notebooks were filled with story ideas and snatches of dialog. The storyteller in me disappeared with my last student film. I could not capture what was lost.
Since then I’ve been reading voraciously. Hemingway. Oates. McCarthy. Hammett.
Last night I realized why I was burning through all of those books. I yearned for a story that did not exist.
I opened a notebook and started writing. No preamble. Just one word after another. It was shocking. It was also dreadful.
I made a few edits, and unearthed a love story. In an hour the romance evolved into a love triangle.
I went to sleep at 3 a.m.
The whole experience reminds me of something Hemingway said:
“I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.”
I had a little too much fun this morning while perusing my Itunes music library. The songs brought back some memories from my childhood that I had forgotten.
I think for the next couple of posts I will just focus on these nostalgic treats.
Growing up I had very few friends. I would follow my brother around. I was by nature very girly. If I was lucky my brother would play with me. He would take my barbie doll house and shake it until my bedroom floor was covered in devastation. That always made me laugh. I couldn’t help but look up to him.
Which brings me to tonight’s Song: “Enter Sandman” -Metallica
The song was all over MTV when my big brother was in high school.
Back then he was a football player. Which means I usually never saw him on a given day when he wasn’t exercising with my dad, training at the school, out of town on away games or resting up after a big night.
My parents and I would travel to every game. My dad would stand up the whole game holding up his video camera. My mom would sit there a nervous wreck. On those nights when they would shout out his name I could help but thinking that there was nobody as cool as my big brother.
That’s still true. He just doesn’t have to wear pads anymore.
Tomorrow I will add another song and another memory. Holiday’s always make me nostalgic.
May sound strange but yesterday I was searching my small library of books looking for meaning. I miss the joy of reading a new text. I was always a voracious reader but lately I’ve been rereading the same three books. The books in question just become more shallow with each successive read.
I stumbled upon a copy of Dante’s Inferno last night. I enjoy reading poetry aloud but this was a little more dark and moral than I intended.
Reading an illustrated copy of Dante’s Inferno before bedtime can result in some very interesting dreams. I just saw this artist on Mr.X-stitch’s website that brought the book to mind. It is disturbing and yet I could not turn my eyes away. Her work would make for a very interesting exhibition.
Beefranck’s Emporium – Alaina Varrone
I spent the bulk of my day in a knitting frenzy. I’ve got more knitting to do before tomorrow. Enjoy the link to Mr. X-stitch’s page he’s worth the trip.
Blogging late a night is a bad habit that ought to be broken. But in the hustle and bustle I need to get this one out of my system.
I love to create and I am working hard on turning that love into a business. Not asking for the moon. I am not aspiring to be a fashion designer.
Ever since I was a kid my dreams were simple. Have a family. Own a house with wood floors. Fall asleep in a bed covered in dogs.
Having said that I do what I can to keep my focus, keep up the optimism. I avoid most of the news. I don’t appreciate talk about politics, or gossip neither one make me feel better about the world. Instead I rely on fellow bloggers to keep my grounded in my own aspirations.
I just read this article: The Short but Powerful Guide to Finding Your Passion.
It made me smile. Its a good guide. I especially enjoyed #8. Banish your fears.
Much needs to be done before I go to bed so I will post again tomorrow.
I have gotten behind in my duties. I have actually written up two blog entries in the last couple of days. I have not been near a computer so the entries will be added later tonight.
I have seen much and done much in the last couple of days. I’ve been roaming a local mall and getting a feel for this current marketplace. Gotta tell you I was saddened and overjoyed. More on that later.
I also watch several new movies which are worth mentioning because I believe that inspiration comes for several unlikely places.
I am loving this winter, I am absolutely filled with optimism. For the past few weeks I have been praying for some cooler weather and overcast days so that at least I can feel as though its is winter here in AZ. Surprise. Overcast days although great also mean that I no longer have natural light for product photos. I am spending more time in Photoshop than I’d like to admit.
You can’t have it all. Until later tonight, have a great evening!
Didn’t get a pumpkin this year…for the most obvious reason.
Hope you enjoy a horrific Halloween. I’m off to watch some gore and silliness.
Be safe, zombies love the dark.
My little friends here made for a delightful treat.
As you can see they went well with a few scoops of ice cream. Friday was the day off and well spent.
Just watched two very good films. I felt as though I had fallen in love.
Ciaran Hinds in Persuasion
Not once but twice. Leaving me giddy and happy with all the world. You can’t fault a movie for being a joy…but what good is my opinion if I can’t share these two delights with the world.
First is the film Persuasion, made in 1995 it is an adaptation of Jane Austen’s book of the same name. As is her usual custom Ms. Austen’s men (the noble and the wicked) make for great eye candy.
The second film is A Star is Born.
Judy Garland from A Star is Born
I assumed many things about this movie prior to seeing it. Growing up post-Lolita (Kubrick’s film) I have never quite warmed to James Mason. I’m sorry to say that I thought that it would be impossible to find James Mason either attractive nor as equal suited to Judy.
James Mason as Norman Maine in A Star is Born
I could not be more wrong. His love for her, the charm of his courtship…its undeniable. To love this movie is to also love Norman Maine.
If that is not persuasive enough the music, the songs will stop you in their tracks. There is nothing quite so lovely as “The Man that Got Away.”
As I’ve been trying to keep myself motivated as I create projects I’ve been searching for something that might keep the momentum.
Usually that could be music, a piece of art but every so often its a film. In the past it was some Wes Anderson film, some Marlene Dietrich or film noir but I’ve discovered a gem hidden in my library of dvds, Volver.
The films has been praised and reviewed by folks far more eloquent than me.
I loved it. It’s a story about tragedy, love and family. Its a movie that reminds you that a mother’s love is not something to be taken lightly.
Watching Raimunda take risks and start over is enough to fuel anyone’s aspirations to move beyond their past.
Why not today?
