Writing is tough, but what happens when it’s not? Say you’re working on the first draft of a story. You’re humming along and things are going great. Then you notice you’ve written 5,000 words and you’re nowhere near the end of it. How do you solve this problem?
Last week, we lost Neil Peart, one of the best (if not the best) drummers in the world and the primary lyricist for the Toronto-based prog rock trio Rush. It still boggles the mind that he’s no longer with us. Both a poet and a polymath, Peart was his own man and a tremendous inspiration to many. Haven’t you ever air drummed along with a Rush song?
Is it a movie or a film?
I’ve been called a film snob so many times throughout my life, I’ve lost count. I used to tease people about their favorite movies: “How can you like Top Gun?” My cinematic tastes are discerning, for sure. I don’t like everything I see. But who does?
Here we are at the dawn of a new decade. Troubling times. I try not to read the news too much these days. Instead, what I choose to do is make things.
They’re just thoughts, ideas and stories, but hopefully they can help you notice things you’d never give a second look. Or help you recall a feeling you had before and forgot. At least that’s my goal. We’ll see how it goes.
Watch this space for consistent things from me. Scribblings. Tales. Rants. All on a regular basis. This is a promise. I’m counting on you to keep me honest.
May the New Year bring all of us a much needed dose of compassion, well-being and humanity. And I hope you’ll choose to make things too.
I’d been to industry trade shows before. Hotel ballrooms filled with crowds of people. The kind who steal a glance at your badge, wondering if you’re someone worth talking to. After realizing you’re just a guppy they move on, looking for the next big fish.
A hero is reborn on the big screen
In December 1978, the world saw the dawn of the big-budget superhero film with the release of Superman. Created in 1938 by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster, Superman made his comic book debut in Action Comics #1. The Adventures of Superman, starring George Reeves, aired on TV in the 50s. Growing up as a kid in the 70s, I read the comic books and watched Superman reruns on TV.
I’ve been fascinated with shopping malls ever since my childhood. Before I could drive, I bugged my parents to take us to the mall. It was the place where I fell in love with the movies, witnessed the latest fashions, wasted quarters at the video arcade and had a few adventures of my own.
I can remember the first time I heard Joe Frank on the air. His wasn’t your standard public radio talk show or drama/comedy. This was a different animal altogether. Like all great art, it was a by-product of his experiences, neuroses and obsessions.
I was a kid growing up in Texas when I came across George A. Romero’s Night of the Living Dead for the first time. It aired each Halloween on a local TV channel. I could never watch the entire movie, it was too scary for my young mind. The bits I did see gave me bad dreams of zombies chasing me and my family through the desert sands of far east El Paso. At the time, I didn’t realize this was a good thing.
No, I’m not telling you what to do. When I say you should be writing, I’m talking to myself. Am I some preachy, best selling author looking down his nose at dilettante writers who can’t eke out a few hundred words a day? Far from it. I need to whip myself back into writing shape, which is why I’m putting these words down. What’s your story?