I Will Read Your Stuff, Maybe

I was reading an article by Academy Award nominated screenwriter Josh Olsen. He writes in it that he will not read anyone's script, and stated his reasons for this somewhat controversial stance.

Now from my view as someone who is a virtual nobody in the writing world, I say his reluctance in reading someone's screenplay, along with the reasons he gives, is because of competition. It does plays a small part.

The Tune And The Pen

I have this view that music is everything.

It is in my blood. My family comes from a long line of musicians.  My dad was a professional drummer for many years for numerous bands, both on the road and in a studio. My uncle, dad's brother, was a guitarist of some renown in the New England area for a long time. Their mom (Grandma) was pianist who had taught children to play.  My mom and sister are singers. I myself dabbled in music as a youngster, playing in garage bands and was an occasional studio fill-in.

Music for me, is like breathing.  I feel like I am suffocating if I go too long without it.  It soothes the savage breast,  calms the soul of inner turmoil. You can get lost in it, tuning out the outside things you might not want to deal with at the time.

A View From Afar (Part 1)

One day, a few months back, I was getting my morning coffee at my favorite franchise. I always go inside to the counter. (I make sure they get it right, it has been made wrong a few times.)

As I walk toward the entrance, a woman that seemed to be about thirty years old approached me. She looked kept and clean, her clothes in good condition. She surprised me with her first words to me.

"Excuse me, sir.  Can you please spare some change to get a cup of coffee." I saw sadness in those intelligent brown eyes. They told me how difficult it was to ask for help.

Lighting It Up

A few days ago, a friend of mine was relating to me about a someone, in her own perception, who committed an act of rudeness toward her. This is an excerpt and I paraphrase her words to me, somewhat edited for language:

“I walk outside to to get a quick smoke.  I usually go into the corner of  the building away from everyone who might be bothered by it  because you can’t smoke anywhere now.”

“Here I am freezing my butt off, minding my own business.  There was this guy who kept staring at me.  I try to ignore him, but he kept doing it."

So, Am I Arrogant?

"The arrogance of the artist is a very profound thing, and it fortifies you.” - James Michener.

Yeah, I have to agree with that. Sometimes, when you are guy that happens to create something of artistic value, others might see you as a "prick".

Which just happened to me recently. A writer friend of mine had this wonderful idea for a story and she asked me to help. I was a bit hesitant at first, because knowing her, I'd be just really a ghostwriter. This is not a knock against her ability, but I felt her work ethic was an issue.

Don't Be A Writer, Please.

A friend of mine and I were discussing our children and the funny things they say and do. The topic of what the kids wanted to be when they grew up surfaced.  The typical childhood ambitions of being a police officer, fire fighter, ballerina, doctor, lawyer, princess, etc.  Then he told be his 8 year old daughter wanted to be a writer. He asked me to be some sort of mentor for her.

"If you want a someone that is a mediocre writer that has struggled for years to get a major work published, and would most likely try everything to dissuade her to have writing as a occupation, then I'm your guy." I told him.

He didn't like my response, but that is how I feel about it. The reasons for this sentiment, as I said to him, will be explained below.

Pirates of the Internet Waters

I recently had a conversation about music with one of my younger online friends.  Only 21, she knows a good tune when she hears it, and we share information about different artists we both may enjoy. 

The question of how many music files on our I-Pod's came up. I tell her I have about 500, all from the CD's I bought and ripped. (Yes, I one of the few who still buys CD's.)  She tells me she has over 5000.  Of course, I asked her how she procured them, and she tells me she downloaded them...


... for free. (Her words.)  I said. "You mean you downloaded them with out PAYING for the privilege"  The vernacular that many use is "piracy".

The Return of a Blog

It has been a long while since I have posted anything here. In fact, it has been a few months since I have posted anything at all.

I have been writing, though.  I have been working on my book. I have been editing a friend's screenplay. (It has a fabulous premise that hasn't been done in quite a few years.) I have been writing the contracts for my company that is only a few months old. I write down phrases and fragments of ideas I might write in the future.

My blogs, unfortunately, have been neglected.