WCMarchese

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…

So I had a blog post ready to go.


I had a blog post ready to go, added to it. I was excited because this was the first Friday Musings I had done in quite a while.

I got to the café early with an extra half hour and an idea of what I wanted to say.

It was something along the line of why Twitter is a distraction to creativity.

So I went to save it, and it seemed as though it saved. But then I must not have published the post. I sent the link and a couple people responded, then my browser failed.

I reset it and when it came back up I noticed something strange, my blog post was half of what I had written.

I had a suspicion and checked the link I’d posted on Twitter and yup it didn’t publish, the link came up dead.

I was furious.

Later I also come to find a Word document I’d been worked on didn’t save the way I thought it would, either. Strange.

Now I’m at work trying to grab a moment here and there and literally none are to be had.

Well, there are a few, I am writing this in fits and spurts. 

But on …