Definately a Ying-Yang day on Saturday.
Why? Well, let's see....it started with a bad nightmare...followed later by a good dream. At work, I finally got to be treated to a Queer Eye for the Straight Guy episode--my first in over a year (don't have cable, remember). But later on, got saddled with carting out over 200 lbs worth of racing programs and papers to the dumpster and didn't get to finish my work (they don't pay for overtime at my work). For the first time all week, I had a dry night at work--(no rain, no puddles, not too hot or too cold)...only, literally---the minute I get on the interstate going home, it starts raining, and rains all the way home. Most certainly both a good and bad kind of day.
I do enjoy watching the guys from Queer Eye. They are just so much fun and seem so charming and engaging. I've really really missed this show. It was about the only show on cable where I used to drop everything just to watch it...I generally dislike a lot of the TV that's on these days--and I positively hate most reality shows, so that's saying something about these truly cool gentlemen.
During my dinner break, clear out of the blue, I came up with some great brainstorming ideas for my Doctor Who story. I haven't written fiction like this in quite long time, and forgot how fun and exciting it can get--especially when you have a million ideas popping into your head, and no writer's block to contend with. Initally, I had planned on simply deleting it from my files when it was done...but don't know now...have to wait and see how it turns out, I guess. I may save it just to have it to call my own. I think the Doctor and Rose are going to be in for a few surprises...I know I've been surprising myself with some of the ideas that have been popping into my head.
You see, as a writer, although I enjoy it always, I do frequently find writing an awful lot of work, sometimes..quite often, there's no inspiration, you just do your best to grab a reader's attention with good descriptions, good flow and good copy. And yet, once in a while, sometimes...well, sometimes something very special happens: you start writing a piece, and zap! Suddenly, the work almost seems to be writing itself. You don't know where it's coming from, it just...is. The story seems to take on a life of it's own, it becomes almost like a living thing...and the wonder, the real wonder of it all, is that it's coming from somewhere inside you. The feeling, umm--well, it's brillant! It's utterly fanstastic and amazing. And the work may not be a Pulitzer Prize in the making, but it's coming from your head and your heart...and possibly your soul, as well. And it feels absolutely fantastic when it's happening. Gosh, honestly, I haven't had this much fun writing a story since I was in high school. It's the one thing that is truly positive in my life right now. About the only thing, really.
I am so incredibly worried...I just know something really bad is bound to happen. It's been more than 2 years of bad stuff, bad stuff and even more bad stuff...and with this black cloud seemingly perpetually over my head (pun intended), I just can't bring myself to feel positive for any long stretch of time these days--as hard as I genuinely do try.
LATER: (1:36 PM EST)
I just now read an E message from a reader. Don't get many of those. It seems that I've attacted a fellow Whovian--or anorak, if you're a Brit. I wasn't expecting that, so I was a bit surprised. I didn't think that many people knew what I've been talking about, when I mention the show on this blog, (didn't even know anybody in particular has been reading this blog at all, honestly) guess that asumption was incorrect. But, anyway, to get back to the point, this young man has asked if I was going to put my Doctor Who story on my blog or some other website. The answer is, no. Sorry, but no plans for this piece, other than I might save it rather than delete it like I usually do with most of my stories when they're done. But, on reflection, I've decided that I'll compromise. I will put here, just this one time, literally the last paragraph that I wrote--fresh from MS Word, written about 30 minutes ago. Here it is: (It's a short paragraph, so if you don't like Doctor Who, or aren't at all familar with the show, just skip it.)
The saloon was not only empty, it simply didn’t exist. The Doctor stared down at the brush and tumbleweeds at his feet. He looked up and saw dun-coloured rocks and the hazy blue outline of mountain peaks in the far distance. Suddenly, he felt the ground tremble. A sound like thunder reverberated in the distance, a growing rumble that began to shake the very ground on which the Doctor stood. “An earthquake?” He asked himself. As the rumbling grew increasingly louder, it was punctuated by wild bawling. The Doctor gasped with sudden realization. “Rose!” He whispered with growing horror, and bolted out the door. Through the mounting clouds of dust that filled the air, the Doctor glimpsed Rose, standing fixated with shock, staring down the street. Some forty brindle coloured steers were charging wildly towards her, less than fifty meters from where she stood. And with a cold dread in his hearts, the Doctor knew. He’d never get to her in time. There wasn’t even time to yell at her to run.
Hope that satisfies the young man's curiosity. Honestly, this is just a fun project...like doing the crossword puzzle, or needlepoint (neither of which I'm very good at). I have no illusions as to my writing abilities. I'm an adequate writer and that's okay. I'm not trying to be modest or humble, just totally realistic. In truth, my writer's ego was shot down by someone I deeply respected (as a writer and an aquaitance) a long time ago. I not only got over it, I've learned to simply accept reality, and adjust my attitude accordingly. Nowadays, I just let myself enjoy writing, without the bothersome burden of a massive writer's ego--(well, precious little of that, anyway). Wrting is also a tool, for me. Usually, it's an outlet for my emotions and a pleasant way to pass the time, and...most importantly, it makes me feel...well, like I'm actually doing something. Even if I"m not, really. It's hard to explain, I guess. Anyway, With this story, I am trying to capture the flavor of the show--even to the point of trying to keep the wording and even the words themselves, as close to British as my limited knowlege of both the "new" series and the culture, allows. Only because this makes the piece an added challenge for me...and I do love a writing challenge....okay, usually. I chose a western setting because I grew up adoring westerns...so the story is an amalgamation of my two favorite types of story...which is an added dimention to the fun. If I publish stuff on the net, or anywhere else, it's not so much ego, as it's just trying to reach out to the world, to feel less isolated, I guess. It's why I write this blog. While I really am used to being alone, and have long since learned to live with it...I'd be lying if I said I didn't ever feel lonely or isolated from the world at large. Hey, I'm human. Human beings are like horses...herd animals.
Gosh, I love my Sunday's off. I usually can just sleep in, write, catch up on my housework, if the tourists aren't too thick I might go into town for a stroll, make myself a decent meal for a change, read a book, it's...very pleasant. I do miss going for drives, or checking out out yard sales. But, I have what I have, and must be content with that. Of course, the nicest thing about Sunday is: no job woes (usually), no mail, no phone calls, no bills, no errands (usually)...just can do what I want, and have no worries (because I can't do anything about them on Sundays). Okay, I'm trying very hard not to think about that bad dream that I wrote about, yesterday, too.
Was listening to some jazz while soaking my bad foot, and heard David Sanborn's "Sunshine." You know, not to belittle Sanborne, but the song sounds remarkably like a slowed down version of the Odd Couple theme, by Neil Hefti. Really, I'm not kidding. By the by, here's some bit of TV trivia for you. There's lyrics to the Odd Couple TV Show. They can be found, if you're at all interested, at this link:
http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/televisiontvthemelyrics-50s60s70s/theoddcouple.htm
The deejay must have a thing for TV tunes, as a previous song was a jazzed up version of the Bewitched TV theme. I liked that, it was kind of neat. I haven't heard my fav song lately, by Ramsey Lewis, his jazz rendition of "Oh Happy Day," too bad. I really like that, it makes me feel good just listening to it. Would adore hearing a jazz version of the Dr. Who theme, ha-ha. I heard an nice album today, as well, that I'd never heard before, by Accoustic Alchemy: The Best of Accoustic Alchemy. It's really nice, and would make a great "driving" album, especially for those long drives down country backroads...at least, I believe so.
It's partly sunny for a change, the 50,000 bikers are beginning to putt-putt their various ways out of town, and I had a nice relaxing lunch. Got some writing done. I guess things aren't too bad, today, right? And, I'm happy to say, a friend of mine is planning to call me long distance tonight, someone I've not talked to in a long time. I'm looking forward to that.
While am thinking of it, here's some more links to some of my other favorite blogs:
http://www.doctorwhoblog.com/ (Dr. Who TV show)
http://blog.liberalvoices.com/ (American politics)
http://blog.tcpl.lib.in.us/drupal/ (Books)
http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-A7K31ro1fqRdomHQh6oeQ5W59XX0dmFW1w--?cq=1 (Model horses)
http://topicdrift.blogspot.com/2005/02/antiques-roadshow-deceivers-liars.html
(Humor)
And finally, (I nearly forgot) here's a wonderful Dr. Who fan fiction site. I go to it whenever I feel starved for a DW fix. It's got some wonderful writing by fans of the show. http://www.whofic.com/
Just a few, anyway...don't get much chance to read a lot of blogs, but once in a while I find a couple that grab my interest.
Thought for the day:
One rainy day with a good friend, is better than a thousand sunny days alone.
Why? Well, let's see....it started with a bad nightmare...followed later by a good dream. At work, I finally got to be treated to a Queer Eye for the Straight Guy episode--my first in over a year (don't have cable, remember). But later on, got saddled with carting out over 200 lbs worth of racing programs and papers to the dumpster and didn't get to finish my work (they don't pay for overtime at my work). For the first time all week, I had a dry night at work--(no rain, no puddles, not too hot or too cold)...only, literally---the minute I get on the interstate going home, it starts raining, and rains all the way home. Most certainly both a good and bad kind of day.
I do enjoy watching the guys from Queer Eye. They are just so much fun and seem so charming and engaging. I've really really missed this show. It was about the only show on cable where I used to drop everything just to watch it...I generally dislike a lot of the TV that's on these days--and I positively hate most reality shows, so that's saying something about these truly cool gentlemen.
During my dinner break, clear out of the blue, I came up with some great brainstorming ideas for my Doctor Who story. I haven't written fiction like this in quite long time, and forgot how fun and exciting it can get--especially when you have a million ideas popping into your head, and no writer's block to contend with. Initally, I had planned on simply deleting it from my files when it was done...but don't know now...have to wait and see how it turns out, I guess. I may save it just to have it to call my own. I think the Doctor and Rose are going to be in for a few surprises...I know I've been surprising myself with some of the ideas that have been popping into my head.
You see, as a writer, although I enjoy it always, I do frequently find writing an awful lot of work, sometimes..quite often, there's no inspiration, you just do your best to grab a reader's attention with good descriptions, good flow and good copy. And yet, once in a while, sometimes...well, sometimes something very special happens: you start writing a piece, and zap! Suddenly, the work almost seems to be writing itself. You don't know where it's coming from, it just...is. The story seems to take on a life of it's own, it becomes almost like a living thing...and the wonder, the real wonder of it all, is that it's coming from somewhere inside you. The feeling, umm--well, it's brillant! It's utterly fanstastic and amazing. And the work may not be a Pulitzer Prize in the making, but it's coming from your head and your heart...and possibly your soul, as well. And it feels absolutely fantastic when it's happening. Gosh, honestly, I haven't had this much fun writing a story since I was in high school. It's the one thing that is truly positive in my life right now. About the only thing, really.
I am so incredibly worried...I just know something really bad is bound to happen. It's been more than 2 years of bad stuff, bad stuff and even more bad stuff...and with this black cloud seemingly perpetually over my head (pun intended), I just can't bring myself to feel positive for any long stretch of time these days--as hard as I genuinely do try.
LATER: (1:36 PM EST)
I just now read an E message from a reader. Don't get many of those. It seems that I've attacted a fellow Whovian--or anorak, if you're a Brit. I wasn't expecting that, so I was a bit surprised. I didn't think that many people knew what I've been talking about, when I mention the show on this blog, (didn't even know anybody in particular has been reading this blog at all, honestly) guess that asumption was incorrect. But, anyway, to get back to the point, this young man has asked if I was going to put my Doctor Who story on my blog or some other website. The answer is, no. Sorry, but no plans for this piece, other than I might save it rather than delete it like I usually do with most of my stories when they're done. But, on reflection, I've decided that I'll compromise. I will put here, just this one time, literally the last paragraph that I wrote--fresh from MS Word, written about 30 minutes ago. Here it is: (It's a short paragraph, so if you don't like Doctor Who, or aren't at all familar with the show, just skip it.)
The saloon was not only empty, it simply didn’t exist. The Doctor stared down at the brush and tumbleweeds at his feet. He looked up and saw dun-coloured rocks and the hazy blue outline of mountain peaks in the far distance. Suddenly, he felt the ground tremble. A sound like thunder reverberated in the distance, a growing rumble that began to shake the very ground on which the Doctor stood. “An earthquake?” He asked himself. As the rumbling grew increasingly louder, it was punctuated by wild bawling. The Doctor gasped with sudden realization. “Rose!” He whispered with growing horror, and bolted out the door. Through the mounting clouds of dust that filled the air, the Doctor glimpsed Rose, standing fixated with shock, staring down the street. Some forty brindle coloured steers were charging wildly towards her, less than fifty meters from where she stood. And with a cold dread in his hearts, the Doctor knew. He’d never get to her in time. There wasn’t even time to yell at her to run.
Hope that satisfies the young man's curiosity. Honestly, this is just a fun project...like doing the crossword puzzle, or needlepoint (neither of which I'm very good at). I have no illusions as to my writing abilities. I'm an adequate writer and that's okay. I'm not trying to be modest or humble, just totally realistic. In truth, my writer's ego was shot down by someone I deeply respected (as a writer and an aquaitance) a long time ago. I not only got over it, I've learned to simply accept reality, and adjust my attitude accordingly. Nowadays, I just let myself enjoy writing, without the bothersome burden of a massive writer's ego--(well, precious little of that, anyway). Wrting is also a tool, for me. Usually, it's an outlet for my emotions and a pleasant way to pass the time, and...most importantly, it makes me feel...well, like I'm actually doing something. Even if I"m not, really. It's hard to explain, I guess. Anyway, With this story, I am trying to capture the flavor of the show--even to the point of trying to keep the wording and even the words themselves, as close to British as my limited knowlege of both the "new" series and the culture, allows. Only because this makes the piece an added challenge for me...and I do love a writing challenge....okay, usually. I chose a western setting because I grew up adoring westerns...so the story is an amalgamation of my two favorite types of story...which is an added dimention to the fun. If I publish stuff on the net, or anywhere else, it's not so much ego, as it's just trying to reach out to the world, to feel less isolated, I guess. It's why I write this blog. While I really am used to being alone, and have long since learned to live with it...I'd be lying if I said I didn't ever feel lonely or isolated from the world at large. Hey, I'm human. Human beings are like horses...herd animals.
Gosh, I love my Sunday's off. I usually can just sleep in, write, catch up on my housework, if the tourists aren't too thick I might go into town for a stroll, make myself a decent meal for a change, read a book, it's...very pleasant. I do miss going for drives, or checking out out yard sales. But, I have what I have, and must be content with that. Of course, the nicest thing about Sunday is: no job woes (usually), no mail, no phone calls, no bills, no errands (usually)...just can do what I want, and have no worries (because I can't do anything about them on Sundays). Okay, I'm trying very hard not to think about that bad dream that I wrote about, yesterday, too.
Was listening to some jazz while soaking my bad foot, and heard David Sanborn's "Sunshine." You know, not to belittle Sanborne, but the song sounds remarkably like a slowed down version of the Odd Couple theme, by Neil Hefti. Really, I'm not kidding. By the by, here's some bit of TV trivia for you. There's lyrics to the Odd Couple TV Show. They can be found, if you're at all interested, at this link:
http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/televisiontvthemelyrics-50s60s70s/theoddcouple.htm
The deejay must have a thing for TV tunes, as a previous song was a jazzed up version of the Bewitched TV theme. I liked that, it was kind of neat. I haven't heard my fav song lately, by Ramsey Lewis, his jazz rendition of "Oh Happy Day," too bad. I really like that, it makes me feel good just listening to it. Would adore hearing a jazz version of the Dr. Who theme, ha-ha. I heard an nice album today, as well, that I'd never heard before, by Accoustic Alchemy: The Best of Accoustic Alchemy. It's really nice, and would make a great "driving" album, especially for those long drives down country backroads...at least, I believe so.
It's partly sunny for a change, the 50,000 bikers are beginning to putt-putt their various ways out of town, and I had a nice relaxing lunch. Got some writing done. I guess things aren't too bad, today, right? And, I'm happy to say, a friend of mine is planning to call me long distance tonight, someone I've not talked to in a long time. I'm looking forward to that.
While am thinking of it, here's some more links to some of my other favorite blogs:
http://www.doctorwhoblog.com/ (Dr. Who TV show)
http://blog.liberalvoices.com/ (American politics)
http://blog.tcpl.lib.in.us/drupal/ (Books)
http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-A7K31ro1fqRdomHQh6oeQ5W59XX0dmFW1w--?cq=1 (Model horses)
http://topicdrift.blogspot.com/2005/02/antiques-roadshow-deceivers-liars.html
(Humor)
And finally, (I nearly forgot) here's a wonderful Dr. Who fan fiction site. I go to it whenever I feel starved for a DW fix. It's got some wonderful writing by fans of the show. http://www.whofic.com/
Just a few, anyway...don't get much chance to read a lot of blogs, but once in a while I find a couple that grab my interest.
Thought for the day:
One rainy day with a good friend, is better than a thousand sunny days alone.
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