Disturbing…
Posted By admin on March 22, 2011
No, those are not stitches–that’s a fence! This is the painting from my class. I really enjoyed it though clearly–I’m not burdened with paintbrush talent! However, we’re going back next week to paint a still life. I’m already afraid of the oranges and the pitcher, but I’m looking forward to it, too!
We were pretty busy around here last week–non-stop stuff going on, but I’m feeling quite proud. I managed to make healthy food choices, exercise regularly (amazing how important that becomes with a sedentary job), and finish my proposal.
Last night I nailed down the edits on the snopes* and I’m about to return to chapter 2 of the edit-palooza! I truly love this story. I so hope it’s the one I get to finish.
Do any of you watch American Idol? This is going to seem random, but I’ve taken a lesson from AI. This is the third season I’ve watched it. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before, but I never had any interest in it until the husband asked me to watch it with him. We have absolutely nothing in common. Seriously. We had no furniture the first year we were married because we couldn’t agree on anything. In the saga of the bathroom reno, we still don’t have tile. Can’t agree on it. Somehow he doesn’t love either the historical info shows I watch–or the total crap that fascinates me. And I don’t like the food contests, biker build-offs (sort of interesting actually because they’re building something from nothing–I get that), or the hunting shows that bind him to the TV screen. So–he asked me to watch AI. I thought this year that I’d be off the hook because the judges changed, and I really haven’t loved the show in previous years. (Okay–so Simon Cowell is gorgeous–those sleepy eyes.)
Sadly, I’ve fallen in love with Steven Tyler and Jennifer Lopez. I’m here in front of the DVR every night they’re on. (We DVR so we can watch it later and ff through the commercials.) I like that J and S try to offer some practical advice, and that they’re kind. These kids are going to watch their own DVRs. They’re going to hear when they’re off-key just as we hear it. They’re going to see the mess-ups that no doubt stand out even more strongly to the people who make them.
This has been a bit of a tangent, but I’m veering back to the lesson I’ve learned. My lesson has a name. It’s Casey Abrams. That man is fearless. He throws himself into every performance as if he’s blissful at getting to sing and he may never get another chance. He doesn’t get afraid of looking foolish. He doesn’t fear failing at a risk.
I’ve learned about writing from Casey Abrams. I’m telling a story I love. I’m telling it the way I love it. Much like my handsome painting up there, it may not be as perfect as it looks in my head, but it is the best I can do at this very moment, and I’m loving even the process of working on my writing.
Trust is the story theme I return to over and over. But for the work of writing, fear had become my theme. I’m afraid I’m going to fail. Well–so, what? If I fail, I’m going to fail throwing all of the best words I can produce into my story! (Thank you, Casey Abrams.)
*synopsis (with credit to Faulkner on his wicked, barn-burning family)
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