Writing Is Like...

5:19 AM Monday, April 26, 2010

... this Oreo cookie pie!
  

We're all attracted to it.
It is yummy.
It's delicious when you take a bite of it.
Too much may make you sick.
It's put together just like a story..

To make an Oreo cookie pie:


  1. Start with a crust.  It's not the best part of the pie, but without it, everything else will fall apart. The crust makes the dessert easier to dish out.  (Like a story, planning and preparation are essential to holding everything else together when you present it to a potential agent or publisher.)
  2. Fill it with yummy stuff.  Oreo ice cream is what I'd do, but as long as you've got complimentary ingredients, you can do just about anything. (Your story is subject to whatever you put in it. Better make it good!)
  3. Layer the topping.  Let's be honest, this is what really attracts us to the pie in the first place! It's the only part you can see until you get into it. It makes the whole thing look great, and it tastes good too. (We go into writing with that wonderfully, elusive dream of someday publishing our work. Often, we don't know just how involved that is until we get started.)
Sure, putting a pie together can be a lot of work, 
but the rewards are 
SWEET!

Book Review: Born Standing Up

9:44 AM Sunday, April 25, 2010

Born Standing Up: A Comic's Life Born Standing Up: A Comic's Life by Steve Martin

My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Steve Martin's journey into comedy is funny and inspiring. Through the narrative of his struggle to the top of comedy, anyone on a creative path will be able to draw insight from his thoughts and experiences.

In the book, Steve (not a ghostwriter, and it shows) chronicles his journey from small boy to big time comedian to movie star. I was surprised mostly by the amount of time and thought (did you know he majored in philosophy?) his journey took.

Family relationships make a major impact on the rising star, both in good and bad ways. The book is full of touching and tragic moments were we can see the life behind the man and his unique comic persona.

Most of all, what I took from the book was that the path to your dreams is not usually a short one. Thought, planning, practice, persistence, and old-fashioned hard work cannot be circumvented. Failures happen. Rejection happens. Depression happens. Self-doubt happens. And all of it is ok. Get through it and move on.

The only thing that disappointed me about this book was its rapid ending. After a detailed account of the early years of the 60's and 70's, which included stories on not only his professional but also his personal life, the book races through the 80's and 90's with much less detail. Was this because of it's more recent nature or because there is less to learn from the success then the struggle to get there? Only Mr. Martin knows. I would have liked the last 20 years to be as detailed as the rest.  Then again, maybe that's just not what the book was suppose to be about.

My favorite bit of insight: "There is no harm in charging oneself up with delusions between moments of valid inspiration."

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Hint Fiction

2:27 PM Saturday, April 24, 2010

Mental
I don't know why the neighbors look at me that way.  It's not my fault the naughty, little gnomes taunt me. They must be stopped!

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 As I have grown very fond of
Flash Fiction, I have discovered a new (or at least new to me) phenomenon called Hint Fiction

I like it...I like it a lot. :)

Definition of Hint Fiction (in my own words):  Fiction told remarkably fast (about 25 words or less) with a hint at a larger story within the title.  

For a longer definition by someone who knows much more about it then I do, go here

Of course, I felt the need to try out this new toy of sorts. Hope you enjoyed my first attempt at hint fiction with this story, "Mental."

Pounce

2:16 PM Sunday, April 18, 2010

Pounce

I crawled on hands and knees
Down the hall and through the doorway.

I was stealth child
Sneaking into the bedroom.

I knew he was lying there,
I could hear him snore.

My approach was slow but swift.
Dust bunnies swirling about as I moved.

I peer above the bed
Viewing my prey

He sleeps still, soundly,
Not moving.

BOO!

I leap high and fast,
A panther pouncing.

Screaming, my father
Jerks awake!

I spend the day
In the solitude of my room...