Wednesday, August 29, 2012

On The Road- Jack Kerouac

I'm reading this right now:

And, let me tell you-- it's been PHENOMENAL thus far!  I've never read anything written like this.  I was nervous at first-- afraid that it would be slightly off putting to read something in such a format.  There was nothing to be nervous about, let me tell you!  It's like your best friend is sitting across from you; him with a whiskey on the rocks and you with a dry red slowly sipping as he recalls his journey.

It's personal.

I love when you can hear the author's voice when you read.

I hear you Jack Kerouac!  I hear you when you write, 
"... because the only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing.. but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night."
And then I read this and I felt it in my bones:
"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion." 
 I thank my lucky stars that I'm able to continually have amazing books at my finger tips.  To attempt to think about a life in which I was unable to read all of these amazing words is incomprehensible.  Luck... it's a funny thing, isn't it?
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What are YOU reading right now?
Does it speak to you?
Does it make your mind wander?
Tug at you?

Saturday, August 18, 2012

YAY for THG on DVD!

So, I'm excited to say that today The Hunger Games is released on DVD!

I may be a 26 year old mother of two-- but that does not mean I will ever grow out of my love of YA literature... Movies are just another great way to enjoy a favorite story!

So, in honor of one of my favorite books-  let's all drink Woodchuck Cider and watch The Hunger Games tonight!  Accept for those of you who the books and films are actually geared towards... because you are too young.  Apple juice only for you!


Friday, August 10, 2012

Writer's Block-- What a BIT--

Wow.

I really wanted to say the b-word.  Placing it in the title just didn't feel appropriate though..  So I'll just say it now because if I don't say it, I'll be thinking it the entire time--- I just need to get it out of my system--

Writer's Block is a total bitch.

I know, feminists shouldn't use that word.  But, get over it.  I used it.  I'm already over it.  And, damn!  That felt GOOD.  

I cannot freaking write!  My mind is all like "$%*&(*$^#T!!!!!!!!!!" when I sit in front of a computer screen and no words end up on the page.  Usually by that time I will then attempt to scribble in my illegible scrawl in my notebook- where the fuck is my notebook anyway?  Have yet to find it-- or my purse.  It has to be in my purse.  

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I'm trying to find the source of my writer's block... lack of sleep?  I do have a newborn.  Lack of creativity?  possibly.. but, I have a lot of ideas actually-- just none are materializing.  I'm having a problem actually executing these ideas.

It must be guilt!

I can only write when the children are asleep.  But, that is also the only time I can clean or unpack.  Even sitting here, while Eva is napping (she is NOT napping by the way, I can hear her banging around in her bedroom, but I'm choosing to ignore it for sanity's sake) and, Abram is asleep across my chest-- I feel GUILTY.  I should put the baby down (even though after 5 minutes he'll be awake-- he likes being held by his mother) and do some damn housework.

But, I want to write dammit.  I need that release, the satisfaction that you feel when you crank out a couple hundred words or pages. 

I've been fantasizing about total silence, a blank word document and a gallon jug of wine... I think I need a drunken session to jump start the honesty.  But, I need to be realistic.  And, that is not realistic unfortunately. 

I did write a few pages last Sunday (last Sunday ALREADY?!  Wow... that is forever ago) about a lady who had nothing to write about.  Ha.  I know.  Pathetic.

But, then I was reminded by Bukowski that:

"Writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all."

And I've started a generic essay about Facebook.  I edited a few short-stories.  That is it.

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WRITER FRIENDS-- help me!  I can't wait until Christmas to write!