In the Night

my hands, my hands

your curves, your curves

your hands, your hands

my curves, my curves

our lips, our lips

past forgotten and remembered

brought up and pushed back

flaming and inflamed

in the night

Today’s Theme Music

It’s a mellow Friday here in Ashland, a breath between storms. Temperatures remained down in the teens but we expect to hit thirty again. A warm front is coming in so temperatures in the thirties are expected, and lots of rain.

That’s why today’s song is appropriate. The warmer weather is still cold, like blue on black or tears on a river. But we’re mellow, reflective and waiting.

From 1998, the Kenny Wayne Shepherd Band, ‘Blue on Black’.

 

Best Writing Movies

I’ve been thinking about the writing process once again, specifically my writing process.

Catching a piece of ‘Mike & Molly’ triggered the thinking. Molly, as a teacher, decides to write, and quickly and seemingly easily writes a book, finds a publisher, gets it published and so on. Although I know from other glimpses of the show that she struggled at times, the sitcom’s presentation of writing effort and success is the sort of sequence that makes me growl and pour a fresh glass of wine to guzzle my irritation. This is the sort of story-telling that makes people say, “I’ve always wanted to write a novel,” the sort of avenue of writing that makes other people ask, “Are you published yet?” Because it is just that fucking easy.

Everyone can present their own movies about writers and why they like them. I liked these movies because of their focus on writers and their processes, and the struggles they encounter while trying to write. These movies present the sense of battle that I feel I endure on frequent days, a sense of battle imposed by the tensions of living, struggling to write, coping with low self-esteem and pursuing a prize in isolation, all somehow with the sense and understanding that no matter what I write or achieve, I’ll probably never be happy with it.

‘Adaptation’. Number one, I’m a Charlie Kaufman fan. He wrote this screenplay. Number two, I’m a Spike Jonz fan, and he directed the film.

This movie has a good cast: Nicholas Cage as a writer, Charlie Kaufman, struggling to adapt ‘The Orchid Thief’, but then we have Tilda Swinton and Meryl Streep, Brian Cox and Chris Cooper, and Judy Greer and Maggie Gyllenhaal. Kaufman is going nuts trying to write the screenplay. In an interview given in 2002, Kaufman says, “The emotions that Charlie is going through are real and they reflect what I was goin’ through when I was trying to write the script.”

Then there is the question of Charlie Kaufman’s twin brother, who helps him write the movie. I often refer to my writing side as another person who happens to live in my shell, and that’s how I interpreted Donald Kaufman’s existence, since Donald is fictional.

‘Stranger than Fiction’. I’m not a huge Will Farrell fan. I like Emma Thompson but I was quite ready to not like this movie (because I am not a huge Will Farrell fan), so I was surprised that I enjoyed it. I particularly enjoyed Emma T as Karen struggling with writer’s block and pensively thinking through what she wants to write, rejecting different approaches and hating herself and the world in the process…but also coming to grips with it all.

That, also, is part of the writing life.

‘Wonder Boys’. I’m once again influenced by the cast and inspiration here, as much as anything, considering myself a fan of Michaels Chabon and Douglas, Tobey Maguire, Francis McDormand, Alan Tudyk and Robert Downy, Jr.

This movie is about several writers as played by Douglas and Maguire. One is the aging, struggling novelist trying to publish another novel, whose novel is now over twenty-five hundred pages; the other is a brilliant young talent (Maguire) on the verge of his career.

‘Barfly’. Kind of based on Charles Bukowski’s life, this is a gritty portrayal of the complications that haunt humans, including writers. Our writer in this movie is Henry. As so many are, Henry is self-aware and intelligent but victimizes himself and his supporters by his inability to deal with his flaws. And so, he begins and ends the movie changed but the same, fighting with the bartender in back of the bar.

Charles Bukowski wrote the screenplay. Mickey Rourke played the fictionalized version of Bukowski, Henry.

Honorable Mention: 

‘Death at A Funeral’. I’ve never seen the American version of this film, just the original British, which represents a great example of British black humor.

The Brit version’s cast includes Peter Dinklage, Alan Tudyk, Keely Hawes, Jane Asher, Matthew Macfadyen and Rupert Graves. Macfadyen and Graves play brothers who are writers. Graves is successful, living it up in New York and fawned upon by everyone as the famous writer while Macfadyen has remained at home, coping with his parents and his marriage and struggling to write a novel. This is carried through into the writing of the eulogy; Macfadyen’s character, Daniel, is writing it, and everyone is disappointed that his brother, Robert (played by Graves), isn’t writing it.

That’s the basic premise of their relationship. I don’t want to spoil the movie by revealing more.

I’m not an expert on these matters, or a pro critic or anything. Please, offer your take on any movies that attract your interest because of their portrayal of writers.

I always want more.

Today’s Theme Music

I thought, here we are. It’s a little cold. The sun is up over the mountains. Sunshine is coming in through the windows at last. Snow and ice rule with a relentless grip but it is up to twenty degrees Fahrenheit. There’s hope that we’ll reach thirty-one today and it is sunny. Something with a little pop is needed for today’s theme music to counter winter.

After some noodling, I pulled one out that’s not too old, although it was popular at one time that it became one of those songs you became tired of hearing. But that was then, and this is now, and all things must change, and whatever else you want to apply here, “Like, oh my God.”

Here we are, then, ‘I Gotta Feeling’ by the Black Eyed Peas, from 2009.

Today’s Theme Music

I will admit, I know little about this song. I think it came out around 1985 or 1986. I’m not sure. I could look it up, I suppose, but I prefer letting it float in the sea of memories of the period. I was doing a lot of travel for America at that time. I’d come back to the states, stay a few weeks, hear some new music, and leave again.

Yet, the song, ‘Word Up!’, was very popular and catchy. I knew about half of the words, I suppose. Word up was an expression that seemed to be used like, “That’s true,” “I agree,” or, “You bet.” The expression further evolved into just, “Word.” Yet, back then, and even now, I can’t reconcile the song’s use of the word with those expressions. To me, this song seems to be asking, “What’s going on?” Still, easy to sing to, and a cool techno beat. Well, we thought it cool, back when we were young.

Here is Cameo with ‘Word Up!’, from sometime in the last quarter of the twentieth century.

 

New Words

Skoth and fald have entered my writing vocabulary for my science fiction novel.

Skoth: skin clothing. Smart clothing which mimics Human skin’s respiration functions but also can shield and protect the body, and cover people so they don’t seem naked, while sculpting and shaping their forms according to their settings.

Fald: fake world. Artificial planetoids constructed to be planets for human activities, called falds to differentiate them from bioships and starships, moons, satellites and planets, and the other places Humans occupy in the far, far, far future.

These are both essentially future marketing terms.

Complications

I’m involved in the part of my novel that’s labeled ‘the dance’ in my mind.

The multiple story lines have snaked into a knot. Each of these story lines are represented by a character with a third person personal POV. You’re in their thoughts; you know their lies, perceptions, fears, histories and plans. Now, all of that is running up against the others’ realities and activities.

I end up with multiple documents open:

  • the main document, with the chapters embedded, the actual work in progress, used to confirm scenes and sequence;
  • the bible, so I can look up terms, characters, and details without losing my place;
  • a map of where we’re at and expected to go;
  • and then a document for each of the story lines in progress.

I find myself writing one of the story lines but then switching to another doc and another story line, so as to keep it all integrated and true to the character and their story line.

Then, there are complications, because I love complications. There are the secrets that I know that even the characters don’t know, and that the readers certainly don’t know. There are secrets that the writers and some characters know that others don’t know, and some secrets the readers know that none of the characters know. Complications arise from politics, visions, time and memory. Writing it becomes a breathtaking, cerebral exercise to keep the complications from running me into the ground.

It’s all so satisfying and fun.

Oh, I think, I hope some readers someday find this novel, read it, and enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it. I wonder what they will see in it that I’ve written that I never noticed.

Time to write like crazy, at least one more time, just for the sheer joy of it.

Today’s Theme Music

I thought I’d honor my starry dream in song. I selected one my recent favorites, ‘Counting Stars’, by One Republic, 2013. I like its juxtaposition with a religious meeting going on, with its revivalist overtones.

Dream on.

Starry Dream

It was a trip of  dream, setting itself up and apart from all the other dreams. Not long, nor very detail.

My perspective was outside of myself, so I could see me. It was a younger me, in a tan Member’s Only jacket so popular in the 1980s.

I was in a place I first thought of it as a void but I believe that’s incorrect. It wasn’t a void. It was in space, though, but there was gravity and I had no problems breathing. I was standing on something but it defied my senses to know what I stood upon.

A little old man was present, opposite me, essentially a bearded, robed, bespectacled fellow of cream-in-coffee complexion. He had an aura of age with a sense of being timeless. He was moving stars around.

I watched. He would move stars and then look off. Down, to the right, toward the world, to my left. I realized he was moving the stars and showing me the impact. I was delighted. “He’s helping me cheat,” I said to myself. Then I realized he wanted me to do as he was doing.

So I reached for a star.

I had to spread my arms as wide as I could to envelop the star. Glowing with soft golden light and shaped like an old-fashioned star on a Christmas tree, it was comfortable to hold, and very light. I moved it and then stepped back to see my work in the constellations. I was pleased and amazed. He was nodding while smiling encouragement.

He pointed back down toward the planet. I looked down and saw the changes I made. I knew I was doing that but my perspective only allowed me to see my dream self looking down. I couldn’t see what he saw, but I was laughing.

I thought, “How cool is this? He’s helping me re-arrange the stars.” I construed it to mean I was changing my fortunes, and that really excited dream me and watching me.

I think it’s a good dream to begin a new year.

Today’s Theme Music

You call,

they call,

memories,

family,

friends,

keeping you up,

holding you back,

they won’t let go. 

Thinking of a new year and all your plans, one cannot help but remember the past. That’s what’s today’s song is about. And it has a good beat, easy to dance to and sing as you surf the wave of the day.

Here is Elle King with ‘Ex’s & Oh’s, 2015.

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