Archive for the 'Inspiration' Category
May 27, 2008 | Inspiration
I’m really sad about Sydney Pollack. His movies, whether he directed or acted in them, were meaningful to me. I can’t remember the show at the moment, but he did a discourse on story structure that truly expanded my view of what makes a story great. It’s hard to realize there won’t be any more contributions from this gifted man.
April 10, 2008 | Inspiration
I’ve gotten all twittery over yet another cool brain thing. Yes, I’m a dork, but that’s beside the point. The cool brain thing? Synesthesia. Go here for some fascinating videos that show how people can taste words, see numbers, the possible origins of language, how metaphors are connected to synesthesia and more!
My niece actually has synesthesia. She hears music in colors. How fun would that be?
I, of course, don’t have synesthesia. Just like I don’t have any form of ESP, precognitive dreams, or alas, even very much intuition. So I’ve got phenomena envy. I even had an opportunity for a near-death experience, but no go. No white light, no tunnel, no nothing. Sometimes it sucks being me.
How about you? Any synesthetes out there? Do you know anyone with the condition? Can I borrow their brain for a bit?
March 17, 2008 | Inspiration,Plotting
I watched Chocolat last night. Again. And fell in love. Again. Not just with IrishJohnny! but with the wardrobe/hair combo of Juliet Binoche’s character. My God, I loved looking at her. Especially in the black dress/red shoes. If I could adopt any style at all, that would be it. Of course, I’d have to be much taller/skinnier/longer necked. I think I was drooling more over her clothes than the chocolat, although yes, I completely wanted to join Alfred Molina in the display case. I love it when I re-watch a movie and have that yummy anticipation of knowing exactly the kind of rush I’m going to have.
In writing news, I’m still plotting. Ah, the plotting. Where the ideas snake through my brain, building character lives, devising ways to reveal flaws and aha! moments. Seeing how putting those two people together is going to change everything for them. Not just love, but how the challenge of the other begets transformation and a new way of seeing themselves and the world. It all sounds so glorious in my head. Everything is possible at this point. When it’s all potential, it’s perfect. I just wish every book could turn out exactly like I imagine it at this stage. Alas, it rarely happens that way, but that’s the mechanism of the writer. Trying to convert the initial concept to words on a page. Without that ideal and the subsequent struggle, there would be no striving, no improvement, no experimentation. Perfection is always just out of reach, but the striving makes this job ever-challenging, ever new.