Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Sometimes, having a “grown up life” allows me less free time then I had as a teenager. I always enjoyed reading, and would often devour a book every day or two back then. Nowadays, I cannot keep up with that volume, of course, but I still try to read as often as my busy life allows me to.
This week, I am reading a graphic novel, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (v.1), as well as a novel, John Dies at the End. When I cannot get the words out to write, I resort to reading. It is a great way to find inspiration. By studying other author’s voices, one can help hone their own, and realize how they’d like to write (or, what they want to avoid sounding like).
If it turns out that you haven’t read a book in a while, (whether “a little while” is a week, a month or a year), I hope that you are inspired to pick one up and start reading! You never know what you may find.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Today, I did a few things that I had never done before. From the outside they may not seem like a lot. However, they made my day sparkle with a new and exciting glow, despite how “normal” and “blasé” they might seem.
Firstly. I got contact lenses. After years of glasses, on a whim, at the eye doctors (where I was fully prepared to get new frames), I decided, why not? Previously, the idea of them had freaked me out a little bit, but there I was, in the chair, being fitted for contact lenses. Before I knew it, I was putting them in, and taking them out, and I’ve never seen so well in my life. I mean, my eyesight isn’t that bad, but still, crystal clear peripheral vision is something I never knew that I didn’t already have. I never knew how gorgeous my own eyes were, seeing them clearly for the first time since childhood was amazing.
The second small thing was a new ice cream parlor. One that Christopher and I didn’t even know existed. We drove around a part of town (Kingston, NY) we never had before, again, on a whim. On his lunch break. We went inside, and just looked. We didn’t even get anything. Still, this small foray into a ice cream parlor bedecked with frogs and Yodas was an interesting, and refreshing, part of my day.
The last new thing that I did today was go through a drive through totally alone. I realized that I had never done that. When I had gone through drive through restaurants before, it was always with at least one other person. As soon as I made that connection, I turned into the nearest Dunkin’ Donuts and got myself an iced tea. Man, that was the sweetest iced tea I’ve had in a long time, and it had no sugar in it!
My point is that it is important to take the time in our daily lives to try new things. Even if they are tiny new things, like trying a new food, or watching a new TV show, or really, really big things, like your first time at a rock concert or on a roller coaster, these are the things that define our days, years, and lives. These are the things that make life interesting. I mean, yes, there are plenty of things that I will do over, and over again. There are books that I will reread, trails I will hike again and again, and I will probably keep eating my favorite cereal (Blueberry Morning)at least once a month. Still, it is often the NEW experiences that make life sparkle a little more and shine a little brighter.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Anyone who has ever had a dream that was long enough and good enough to actually be translated into a novel (or miniseries), understands how wonderful that experience can be. Seriously, having an overloaded imagination is a great thing. Today, the thing that inspired me most was the dream I had just before I woke up.
In a dream, nothing is impossible. That is a great lesson for a writer to learn. When you write, anything is possible. The only limit is your own mind. Whether it is a flock of winged, bubblegum colored crocodiles, a flying VW Beetle, or an epic battle against Nazi-zombies,(yes, my dreams are nuts) you can accomplish anything that you can imagine.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Friday, May 3, 2013
When one is in the mood for Chai Tea (in a very serious, only-Chai-will-satisfy kind of way), and one makes a nicely brewed pot of aforementioned Chai Tea (of very good quality...Teavana's Samurai Chai, in fact), what could possibly make it any better? My answer: a Cinnamon Stick.
It seems so simple, so trivial, so insignificant. After all, why would a Cinnamon Stick make much of a difference at all, in a very good and satisfying cup of tea? Maybe because you can stir the tea with the Cinnamon Stick, (and sip the tea through the Cinnamon Stick) and it adds just another layer of flavor. Relaxing, soothing, all-will-be-well flavor. It is like the playfulness of childhood accompanied by the complex, yet simple pleasures of adulthood. It is perfection.
Some writers drink booze. I drink tea. Nothing refreshes my brain more, nothing makes my soul sing, like a cup of freshly-brewed, good quality tea. So, I am off to enjoy another cup of Chai (with a drizzle of Agave, and a Cinnamon Stick)
Thursday, May 2, 2013
|Teatime is like...so great|
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
|my hometown (taken from Daily Freeman website)|
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Hopefully there will be a completed poem up here sometime today...if not, then you know how the rest of my day went!
Monday, April 29, 2013
Coming back in from a walk, I went into the bathroom, feeling a bit down about the progress of my book, and lo and behold, there was Oscar, my nearly 5 month old Himalayan kitty. He smiled serenely up from the white porcelain, as if to say that everything would be fine...and then slyly dared me to wash my hands. (Don't worry, I did).
Oscar may be "just a cat", but he is more than that to me. He is my buddy, hardly more than a yard away from wherever I am, always ready for a cuddle, and quite the little muse. I couldn't ask for a better pal to write with. By the way, typing well with a fluffy kitten on your laptop is a skill WORTH learning.
The problem is, I can only let one free at a time. One poem. One painting. One word. Hopefully, this blog will help me do just that. Hopefully, whether you, my dear readers, actually exist, or not, I will be able to purge some of this pent up creativity, and free myself little by little in the process.
Off I go, to conquer a story. After I slay the beast, I will mount the carcass here for you all to enjoy, or pick apart. In a word (or three), beloved readers (both real and imaginary), adieu (for now).