He took a duck to the face at 500 knots...
She kisses his sleeping back and falls asleep...Finally finished Pattern Recognition, the second installment of my Gibson obsession. The way how he writes is so fluid and simple yet dense in detail it helps me a lot when trying to write especially in Radiohead. I have a pet peeve with writing in first person but I guess it fits a character who is on the brink of insanity, living in the moment, and easily overwhelmed by the things that happen. Writing in first person can be limiting, as all the perspectives can be, I find myself writing more factually, as things happen, instead of prose like some of my stuff which can tend to hang me up.
I'm watching the oddest french movie about a woman writer suffering from a block (I can sympathize with that) and the daughter of her publisher who is this sexy blonde girl in the throws of sexual liberation. Its approprietly intriguing, relevant, and oh so french - this chick, for being so hot, does sleep with some stereotypical french men...si vous, not so much.
There is something that feels a little off. Like something I need to do - Like paint or somthing. A certain thing I need to write that hasn't come out yet. There's that itch that gets underneath some peoples skin but I'm just not sure how to scratch it. I can't wait to see Gioia tomorrow - she's very self assured. If I can learn anything from her, its the ability to know what you want and go for it, while still maintaining other desires and obligations. She's sussed out a way to have your cake and eat it to - especially if its a little unconventional, chocolate and pickles if you will (Alex knows the combination). I'm sure its not easy, if anything in life was easy it wouldn't be any fun (if thats the word for it) figuring it out and growing from it, but she has a good grasp on managing things.
And he's in top form.
She kisses his sleeping back and falls asleep. - what a great line.
[I love that music has this weird effect where I can physically feel something it reminds me of. Kiss from a rose by Seal always makes me feel and think of standing outside my house in Ohio when it was bitterly cold and snowing, watching the fire burn from through the large window in the living room. Blink hypes me up, and in a way, makes me 'feel' the story (how lame is that?), like I can sense the charcters attitude, that doesn't make sense. Does it? ::shrugs:: I don't know what i'm saying. Kissing in the rain, ect. Like this one song, sums a sensation. Audrey remember "the soundtrack", nothing puts it perfectly than that. Songs that inspired scenes and charcters complied in a what? 200 song mp3 cd. I came up with a short story from every one of those songs, in fact, that is my trick to dissolving a block - writing it or not, whether I just sit there and run it through my head, but it helps to imagine. Before I used to drive, when I was the passenger, and all those long hauls driving cross country, zoning out of the window was the best way to lose myself in my head. I got the best planning done on long road trips, uhauls of death. Driving distracts too much, it clears my mind where as being the passenger allows me to sort through it. Zen, notebook, a good 300 mile stretch (W texas works well for this) and obviously a chauffer and we're back in business. Showers too, I sympathize with my dads water bill. He thought I was manic depressive when actually I was indulging my imagination. I was so productive in my youth - now all I get is circles. That's my doing, I'm gonna work on a way to fix it. I vote for a regress back to those days when daydreaming passed as an occupation - people don't take enough time out of their days to ponder or mull things over.
I'm a professional daydreamer.
Got a nice ring to to it, don'cha think?
"You make me want to pick up a guitar, and celebrate the myriad ways I love you"
I'm gonna take a shower, a nice warm long one, and dedicate my day off to writing. Sounds like a plan, a little initiative is a good thing.
I'm watching the oddest french movie about a woman writer suffering from a block (I can sympathize with that) and the daughter of her publisher who is this sexy blonde girl in the throws of sexual liberation. Its approprietly intriguing, relevant, and oh so french - this chick, for being so hot, does sleep with some stereotypical french men...si vous, not so much.
There is something that feels a little off. Like something I need to do - Like paint or somthing. A certain thing I need to write that hasn't come out yet. There's that itch that gets underneath some peoples skin but I'm just not sure how to scratch it. I can't wait to see Gioia tomorrow - she's very self assured. If I can learn anything from her, its the ability to know what you want and go for it, while still maintaining other desires and obligations. She's sussed out a way to have your cake and eat it to - especially if its a little unconventional, chocolate and pickles if you will (Alex knows the combination). I'm sure its not easy, if anything in life was easy it wouldn't be any fun (if thats the word for it) figuring it out and growing from it, but she has a good grasp on managing things.
And he's in top form.
She kisses his sleeping back and falls asleep. - what a great line.
[I love that music has this weird effect where I can physically feel something it reminds me of. Kiss from a rose by Seal always makes me feel and think of standing outside my house in Ohio when it was bitterly cold and snowing, watching the fire burn from through the large window in the living room. Blink hypes me up, and in a way, makes me 'feel' the story (how lame is that?), like I can sense the charcters attitude, that doesn't make sense. Does it? ::shrugs:: I don't know what i'm saying. Kissing in the rain, ect. Like this one song, sums a sensation. Audrey remember "the soundtrack", nothing puts it perfectly than that. Songs that inspired scenes and charcters complied in a what? 200 song mp3 cd. I came up with a short story from every one of those songs, in fact, that is my trick to dissolving a block - writing it or not, whether I just sit there and run it through my head, but it helps to imagine. Before I used to drive, when I was the passenger, and all those long hauls driving cross country, zoning out of the window was the best way to lose myself in my head. I got the best planning done on long road trips, uhauls of death. Driving distracts too much, it clears my mind where as being the passenger allows me to sort through it. Zen, notebook, a good 300 mile stretch (W texas works well for this) and obviously a chauffer and we're back in business. Showers too, I sympathize with my dads water bill. He thought I was manic depressive when actually I was indulging my imagination. I was so productive in my youth - now all I get is circles. That's my doing, I'm gonna work on a way to fix it. I vote for a regress back to those days when daydreaming passed as an occupation - people don't take enough time out of their days to ponder or mull things over.
I'm a professional daydreamer.
Got a nice ring to to it, don'cha think?
"You make me want to pick up a guitar, and celebrate the myriad ways I love you"
I'm gonna take a shower, a nice warm long one, and dedicate my day off to writing. Sounds like a plan, a little initiative is a good thing.