I'm testing here and there posts where I don't alert social media, and feel I might post random thoughts like this more often. The good thing is I wouldn't feel anxiety about having to post the notification on all my social media outlets.
Takes a lot of pressure off me when I just want to get a few thoughts off my mind quickly.
So I got to thinking about if I'm spreading myself too thin.
And come to think of it, the first part of this post does deal with this a bit.
All those social media sites I feel I have to alert of when I have a thought. Some thoughts should just be thrown onto the blog without fanfare.
But it's not just that. Then there's making YouTube videos, and creating content for Instagram, like billboards (that's what I call them). Guess they're thumbnails on YouTube.
It can become overwhelming and I'm here to write, right?
I'm in the cafe writing, thinking about what I could possibly write for the blog. I have a pretty decent session with a story I'm tinkering with and then realize the time. I get up to go and just after pushing through the revolving doors, I see this. I've talked about this before. There's a movie called The Secret. It's very interesting how things can come to you if you just think about them. As that story went, I had just finished the movie on my phone on the train into work when I looked up and saw a billboard that said STOP WAITING. The movie had just been talking about noticing the signs.
The really strange thing about this sign, a wooden billboard with the words maybe painted on, was that I never saw it again after that day.
Very strange. It was such a funny occurrence. I couldn't believe it. There was the sign I'd been looking for. Sometimes we have to see these things to have it sink in. So here I am, the holidays are getting close, and I have nothing…
What do you write about when you have nothing to write about?
I remember as a kid having my favorite toy. When guests would come over, I'd grab that favorite toy and present it proudly. This is my toy, look, it represents what I feel about myself as a kid, and I'm proud of it. Of course (well, maybe) the adult never understood all the underlying connotations the toy represented. That toy would never get used the way I wanted to use it, but I liked it. Loved it. Something about it, as if I could see into the future and all was okay, it was an alright place.
It embodied something about myself, gave me a brief window into my adult years of thought.
Yeah yeah, it was just a toy, I know. I would look at it and want to play with it, but never have the chance. And when I did it didn't live up to what I thought it would. Of course eventually the yearning fizzled out and new toys were had. But that toy was remembered, for the most part. I guess just having it was the great thing, kno…
I remember as a kid making snowballs. It didn't happen too often because I'd lived in an apartment and the snow would have to fall either on a weekend or a school break. But when it did, it was so much fun. I'd roll them and at first it was difficult. Nothing would form, or the ball would crumble before gaining any mass. Eventually it formed, and I rolled that snowball and rolled it and eventually it grew into the base of a wonderful snowman.
So here's something I was pondering. Will I find the time to write? I can't do it as much as I want now because life gets in the way, you're thinking too much about your job, where's the money going to come from for the car repair, food?! You sit down to write in between all this and you can push out a tiny bit in between YouTube bouts of research (yes, research, that's what I call it!) And you wonder how the heck am I going to ever get things done when I finally do this hopefully for a living? I think, even if I have the…
Holidays mean many things to many different people. It's a time to make memories with family and friends, and it's a time for various religious reflection. It can even be a depressing time of year. To that I say come read my posts, listen or watch the YouTube channel. Gary Buller and I are trying to get a fun show off the ground. You are not alone. There are many other places to turn to. I think of you this Movember. But what I am thinking about this time around is how the holidays make room for time to write. It gets slow in the city, and they ask me to come in earlier to work. I go to the cafe before and get down to business with a flat white. So good.
In fact, I'm finishing this post off on site at the cafe. And look what I'm doing when I should be working on my novel? Well, time to get to work. Talk soon. WCM
You ever read a novel and notice there are many memorable moments that remind you of things you've went through in your life? Me too! You can call them anything you want. I was thinking "special moments" this time around. A story has many things running beneath it. A theme, sometimes a hidden message whether that being religious, political, or anything else the writer may want to get across without coming out and just saying it, or coming out and saying it, as well. But there are other moments inside the story. I usually judge books I read based on these moments. I love a great ending, wrapping everything up in a way you can not expect. But there are those moments in a book where special scenes happen. These moments happen in music, too. The memorable moments that keep you listening to that song over and over. I read that you have to have three memorable parts in a song to have a listener have it subliminally in their mind. Sounds similar to a novel. Except it's the feel…
I was thinking about the differences between novel and movie adaptation. (And I know this isn't always the case, before I start.)
Let me say before I lay out the details that I am talking in a for-the-most-part manner, and there can be a separate category for a story that starts out as a movie and not as a novel.
Lets talk adaptations, though. I'm not thinking about how accurate the adaptation is.
Rather, I'm thinking about how a novel can get more into the mind of the character/s and paint a realistic picture that rings true to those reading/watching.
While a movie paints a somewhere-in-the-ballpark picture based off of the novel. It's never truly realistic.
Now, there are those movies created initially for the big screen. Those usually ring more true than adaptations. But it seems like movies aren't as equipped to really get into the mind of the characters for the viewer.
This could be because cinema relies on visual over internal dialogue. This is why if I was ever wr…
You come into this world alone, and you will leave the same way. No matter how you want to think differently, the truth is we are alone inside our heads.
If you think otherwise, you're only fooling yourself. And there are things no one else will ever know that lurk inside the folds of your grey matter.
Things that horror reminds us of. Now, for writers, we get to tap into that stuff. The stuff that would otherwise label you as perhaps crazy, or an outcast, to those who don't want to admit to those bizarre things we think about at night as we stare a the ceiling and everything is set free to run wild inside.
Everyone has these thoughts, whether they want to believe it or not. Stephen King touched on it in Lizzy's Story, where her husband went into a place in his head to write stories. She, of course, goes to that place in the book. But that's for you to read about. We all have these places inside our minds. Sometimes special, sometimes downright freaky. Some can properl…