Just watched the Project Runway finale (thanks to hulu NOT my delete-happy tivo) and since Dayton is deep into the examination of the back of his eyelids I will let it all out here-in my (wait for it, wait for it) space.
The girl who won this season was a meanie head the entire time, which I think is a big mistake for one huge reason (that can also be contrived into a life lesson, so shut the yawn)...She may need a favor from the other contestants some day you never know. And yet she stepped on everyone she could and was not afraid to bad mouth people in front of the judges and I think that's wrong.
The super sweet girl from Charleston who won me over with her Pillsbury giggle should have won, but she'll go on to greatness no doubt.
I am pumped to go out and contrive my winter wardrobe after this episode which I love.
It's so true about having a vision (it stems from the Bible so-duh) but I hate it when I go shopping and have no vision for the look I'm going for, no creative stimulation if you will. That's why I like to keep clothes magazines lying around, really any kind of magazine with good pictures cause honestly, I've drawn inspiration from the strangest of places.
Now my creative cup is filled and with cash in my pocket I am wishing it was 11:19 am and not pm or else I would immediately storm the mall and go wild.
Oh well, a task for tomorrow night I guess.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Confession:
I am intentionally committing a self-proclaimed sin. I'm not going to finish the book I started.
Certain I'm not the only one to do this, I do it fully aware of the breech in many things, such as the flow of the book if I choose to pick it back up, or the flow of my reading list, which for this year includes now 14 and 1/2 books, and the breech in my self inflicted contract of researching childrens books before I write my own.
I just can't finish this one. It's by someone who once was my favorite children's author, but is now teetering on the brink of #2.
The book is called, The mysterious edge of the heroic world and it's the characters (flat) and the scenery (dilapidated) that have failed to meet my imagination's standards. I may push through, but really is it so wrong to shut the door on that world in the middle of a scene?
Is it so rude to excuse oneself without giving the characters a fore-warning?
I think not. At least half of me does, the other half will embark on a condemning diatribe every time I pass the thing and I will think to myself, "I should pick that up again" which is invariably followed by, "but really I should start from the beginning" and then I will blink and the notion will pass.
Hopefully, my new book (The Great Gatsby) will give my imagination enough of a workout to be in shape again.
Certain I'm not the only one to do this, I do it fully aware of the breech in many things, such as the flow of the book if I choose to pick it back up, or the flow of my reading list, which for this year includes now 14 and 1/2 books, and the breech in my self inflicted contract of researching childrens books before I write my own.
I just can't finish this one. It's by someone who once was my favorite children's author, but is now teetering on the brink of #2.
The book is called, The mysterious edge of the heroic world and it's the characters (flat) and the scenery (dilapidated) that have failed to meet my imagination's standards. I may push through, but really is it so wrong to shut the door on that world in the middle of a scene?
Is it so rude to excuse oneself without giving the characters a fore-warning?
I think not. At least half of me does, the other half will embark on a condemning diatribe every time I pass the thing and I will think to myself, "I should pick that up again" which is invariably followed by, "but really I should start from the beginning" and then I will blink and the notion will pass.
Hopefully, my new book (The Great Gatsby) will give my imagination enough of a workout to be in shape again.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Family
There are a good many writers/comedians out there who make a decent living by telling us about their family.
In fact I think it's quite near comedic genius to be able to take one idiosyncratic element about your own family and tell it in such a way that people can relate and laugh along with you.
(Example: "If you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, craziest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to a state fair. Because five minutes at the fair, you'll be going, 'you know, we're alright. We are dang near royalty.'" -jeff foxworthy)
Without that group of people that we all both strongly love and sometimes strongly hate we wouldn't be who we are today and would probably take out our frustrations on strangers more often then need be.
I love getting together with extended family. Not just because it's fun to catch up with these people who will always be in your life, no matter the frequency, but because it's fun to learn that you share more than a nose, you share personalities, senses of humor and it just makes you feel a little less unique (in a good way).
My brother got married this past weekend which gave us all a good excuse to get together. And while it was undoubtedly relaxing to not be the bride, it was also great fun seeing old faces together with the fresh additions.
The greatest thing about my family is there needn't be a comedian around to make them funny, they do it pretty well on their own. In the hours we were together more jokes were cracked then eggs in a bakery (hey that's a good one). And laughter was shared like an infectious disease (hmm).
I love that though. And I love seeing where I came from and being able to blame my sometimes all too silly nature on my aunts and uncles :)
In fact I think it's quite near comedic genius to be able to take one idiosyncratic element about your own family and tell it in such a way that people can relate and laugh along with you.
(Example: "If you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, craziest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to a state fair. Because five minutes at the fair, you'll be going, 'you know, we're alright. We are dang near royalty.'" -jeff foxworthy)
Without that group of people that we all both strongly love and sometimes strongly hate we wouldn't be who we are today and would probably take out our frustrations on strangers more often then need be.
I love getting together with extended family. Not just because it's fun to catch up with these people who will always be in your life, no matter the frequency, but because it's fun to learn that you share more than a nose, you share personalities, senses of humor and it just makes you feel a little less unique (in a good way).
My brother got married this past weekend which gave us all a good excuse to get together. And while it was undoubtedly relaxing to not be the bride, it was also great fun seeing old faces together with the fresh additions.
The greatest thing about my family is there needn't be a comedian around to make them funny, they do it pretty well on their own. In the hours we were together more jokes were cracked then eggs in a bakery (hey that's a good one). And laughter was shared like an infectious disease (hmm).
I love that though. And I love seeing where I came from and being able to blame my sometimes all too silly nature on my aunts and uncles :)
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Free Range Thoughts
Today is what I'm calling Free Range Thought Day.
Hopefully by calling it this my thoughts will come organically (whatever the flip that means) and I'll have a wildly creative day.
I'm not even going to edit this blog. I'm going to write it, run it up the flag pole and see if it flies.
I'm giddy with possibilities cause today is a day when I have little to no writing responsibilities imposed upon me by the outside world, and I get to work on whatever I want to.
So I thought I'd start on this blog and go from there.
I was in conversation recently with someone about what I do.
I love it when people ask me that now, by the way, because I love saying it but I think sometimes I get too giddy about it and it doesn't eek out with as much smoothness as I'd prefer.
Instead of a silky nonchalant, "I'm a writer" it most often, at least in my head, sounds like, "I'm a writer..HuHu..yeah..*giggles"
In the course of our conversation I was presented with the need to explain why I love what I do and I answered it with this...Back in July someone (who I consider to be a notch above an acquaintance of mine) started spouting out deeply person problems to me.
In the moment that this was going on I was confused and could think of more to say to a block of cheese then I could to them about their problem.
It was then that the thought was born, "this is exactly why I want to be writer, that way I can work for hours at a time and not have to talk to anyone."
I think it's truly amazing how we're all built different ways and how our personalities match up with what it is we're supposed to do.
I also think it's perfectly satisfying to be content with your own personality. When you can settle down with a hot cup of coffee and relax in your own skin, that's a good day.
*holds up coffee* Here's to a warm blanket of skin....wow, that sounds horrible, but since I'm not editing, it's what I will end on.
Hopefully by calling it this my thoughts will come organically (whatever the flip that means) and I'll have a wildly creative day.
I'm not even going to edit this blog. I'm going to write it, run it up the flag pole and see if it flies.
I'm giddy with possibilities cause today is a day when I have little to no writing responsibilities imposed upon me by the outside world, and I get to work on whatever I want to.
So I thought I'd start on this blog and go from there.
I was in conversation recently with someone about what I do.
I love it when people ask me that now, by the way, because I love saying it but I think sometimes I get too giddy about it and it doesn't eek out with as much smoothness as I'd prefer.
Instead of a silky nonchalant, "I'm a writer" it most often, at least in my head, sounds like, "I'm a writer..HuHu..yeah..*giggles"
In the course of our conversation I was presented with the need to explain why I love what I do and I answered it with this...Back in July someone (who I consider to be a notch above an acquaintance of mine) started spouting out deeply person problems to me.
In the moment that this was going on I was confused and could think of more to say to a block of cheese then I could to them about their problem.
It was then that the thought was born, "this is exactly why I want to be writer, that way I can work for hours at a time and not have to talk to anyone."
I think it's truly amazing how we're all built different ways and how our personalities match up with what it is we're supposed to do.
I also think it's perfectly satisfying to be content with your own personality. When you can settle down with a hot cup of coffee and relax in your own skin, that's a good day.
*holds up coffee* Here's to a warm blanket of skin....wow, that sounds horrible, but since I'm not editing, it's what I will end on.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Post One Hundred and Fifty
Ooo a post milestone! How exciting.
I have lots and lots of writing to do today so I've set up my office perfectly:
Clean chalkboard (giving me eight feet of free range thought).
Autumn wreath candle (because fall inspires writing like nobodies business).
Cup of "Awake" tea (which does the caffeine trick *see twitter).
Window open (I love LOVE outside sounds almost as much as I love jazz).
Blinds completely open (cause that's HOW I LIKE THEM).
Banana (in case of a wandering urge to go to the kitchen and break concentration spell).
Cloudy day (set up by God-appreciated by me).
And
Dog bed-Why? Oh I don't know, right now the picture would have been perfect if my new puppy (now 3 weeks new to me) were sleeping peacefully in the large zebra bed I've carefully placed next to the desk and on top of his cage insuring the perfect height he apparently craves. But no puppy. He's been lured by the sliding glass door and the constant entertainment there. So I'm one Jax short of having the perfect office set up.
But he'll come around.
He likes to sleep on top of the couch (not on, but on top of where the pillows reach the highest height) but this poses a problem. Last time I was writing in the office I heard the jingle of his collar..jingle jingle...BAM! He had shifted positions and then fallen off the back of the couch. Silly boy.
That's how I know he'll come around.
*sips tea*
It's going to be a good day.
I have lots and lots of writing to do today so I've set up my office perfectly:
Clean chalkboard (giving me eight feet of free range thought).
Autumn wreath candle (because fall inspires writing like nobodies business).
Cup of "Awake" tea (which does the caffeine trick *see twitter).
Window open (I love LOVE outside sounds almost as much as I love jazz).
Blinds completely open (cause that's HOW I LIKE THEM).
Banana (in case of a wandering urge to go to the kitchen and break concentration spell).
Cloudy day (set up by God-appreciated by me).
And
Dog bed-Why? Oh I don't know, right now the picture would have been perfect if my new puppy (now 3 weeks new to me) were sleeping peacefully in the large zebra bed I've carefully placed next to the desk and on top of his cage insuring the perfect height he apparently craves. But no puppy. He's been lured by the sliding glass door and the constant entertainment there. So I'm one Jax short of having the perfect office set up.
But he'll come around.
He likes to sleep on top of the couch (not on, but on top of where the pillows reach the highest height) but this poses a problem. Last time I was writing in the office I heard the jingle of his collar..jingle jingle...BAM! He had shifted positions and then fallen off the back of the couch. Silly boy.
That's how I know he'll come around.
*sips tea*
It's going to be a good day.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
With the promise of other blogs...here's something entirely different.
I just finished an email to a dear friend of mine who lives in another city but who provides me with the release of writing emails that Jane Austin herself would appreciate.
It's a curious thing, and I am using this blog to wonder aloud (and by aloud I mean in black and white to the internet community) why is it that certain people evoke certain abilities from us?
For example, when I try to write well worded emails to other people I feel as if I come out tripping over my words and blubbering pedestrian things like "hey whats up" but when I write to a particular group of people the Austin-esq words and phrases just flow out of me, "with you, what is up?" (that was a joke).
The same is true for joke-making. There are certain people who when I am around them the funny comes spilling out the way God intended it, but around others (particularly those who I would like to consider me as the go to for comedy)...eh...not so much, "knock-knock?"
I guess the key word is "try" maybe it is that when we try to hard it doesn't work. Which would make sense like that "cool" blog I wrote, the harder you try to be cool the less it actually works out for you (duh, elizabeth).
Ok well, I don't know how to remedy that cause there'll always be people you want to impress, maybe we (assuming you have the same sort of issue) maybe we need to approach it like a lie detector test. They say the way to beat those things is to trick yourself into thinking that when you're answering simple things like "What is your name" you are actually telling a lie that way when you tell a lie the stress that registers is the same as when you said your name.
So maybe I need to think that when I'm writing to my dear friend I need to amp up the stress level making my other, more professional emails come off beautiful.
There. Problem solved.
Thanks for listening internet community :)
It's a curious thing, and I am using this blog to wonder aloud (and by aloud I mean in black and white to the internet community) why is it that certain people evoke certain abilities from us?
For example, when I try to write well worded emails to other people I feel as if I come out tripping over my words and blubbering pedestrian things like "hey whats up" but when I write to a particular group of people the Austin-esq words and phrases just flow out of me, "with you, what is up?" (that was a joke).
The same is true for joke-making. There are certain people who when I am around them the funny comes spilling out the way God intended it, but around others (particularly those who I would like to consider me as the go to for comedy)...eh...not so much, "knock-knock?"
I guess the key word is "try" maybe it is that when we try to hard it doesn't work. Which would make sense like that "cool" blog I wrote, the harder you try to be cool the less it actually works out for you (duh, elizabeth).
Ok well, I don't know how to remedy that cause there'll always be people you want to impress, maybe we (assuming you have the same sort of issue) maybe we need to approach it like a lie detector test. They say the way to beat those things is to trick yourself into thinking that when you're answering simple things like "What is your name" you are actually telling a lie that way when you tell a lie the stress that registers is the same as when you said your name.
So maybe I need to think that when I'm writing to my dear friend I need to amp up the stress level making my other, more professional emails come off beautiful.
There. Problem solved.
Thanks for listening internet community :)
Monday, September 28, 2009
Coming soon to a blog very near to you:
Here are some subjects that I am now committing to write and have been twirling 'round my brain as of late:
1. My new puppy!!! (this one not so much twirling 'round my brain, as it has been twirling 'round my living room floor :)
2. Worship. I have been reading, and experiencing and loving this avenue of God so much more than ever lately and have decided to write a few blogs about it. SO get ready cause it's a subject I'm quite passionate about. :)
1. My new puppy!!! (this one not so much twirling 'round my brain, as it has been twirling 'round my living room floor :)
2. Worship. I have been reading, and experiencing and loving this avenue of God so much more than ever lately and have decided to write a few blogs about it. SO get ready cause it's a subject I'm quite passionate about. :)
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