My Random Writing Process

CJ Schwartz was kind enough to ask me to join a blog hop. I shall do more, but I really needed to post something fresh this week so I'm jumping, not hopping, into it with both feet.

I met CJ through the Bedford Library writer's group. Her eagerness to learn, her modesty (she'd do a pre-critique of herself before reading a really excellent chapter), and her laughter added a spark to the group. I'm happy to continue our writer friendship, and I'm glad she's meeting her blog and word count goals.   www.cjswriting.wordpress.com

I'm truly not the best example as a writer, and seemed to lose momentum in 2013. I did publish three poetry books, but that lends itself to more of a joke than an accomplishment. I'm proud of my books, but it's a tough sell. Though a marketing major in college, I'm terrible at promotions.

I will be talking about my writing process this Saturday - March 22nd - at the Abilene Writer's Guild workshop.  www.abilenewritersguild.org.    My talk is entitled "Soundtrack of a Writer" and against the backdrop of tunes - Paperback Writer by the Beatles, Words by Bee Gees, What Kills You Makes You Stronger by Kelly Clarkson, et al, I shall discuss my ascent, plateau, and pitfalls as a writer. I do not meet daily word count goals, nor weekly. I tend to wing it. Words flow and I write a poem, or a flash fiction, or a memoir, or a movie review ( I like them the best). It might be better to focus on one genre, but that's not me. I'm glad I have a day job for "real" money. I'm proud to be on Amazon, but I am not going to be a million dollar author. I'll buy you a taco every quarter if you are nice to me.

It's important to find your voice - one person who's done that is Ann Summerville. Her cozy mystery series are a joy to read and she's done well with promotion. Check out her blog www.cozyintexas.blogspot.com

If you want to learn about writing process and see a huge success in erotic literature, check out Roni Loren. I met this shy unassuming writer at a DFW Writer's Conference a few years ago. She's grown leaps and bounds and made a NY Times listing.  www.roniloren.com

Finally, I did an April A - Z challenge one year, and met Annalisa Crawford. She's across the pond in Cornwall, UK and her writing and goals are inspirational. Her short story collection That Sadie Thing is a winner. Her blog is varied and you'll learn about writing growth from her.
www.annalisacrawford.blogspot.com

For me, writing is fun. I've met a lot of great people. I've published a memoir - My Zoo World, a story collection - Wordsplash Flash, and poetry - Wordsplash: Nature,  Tread Water, and Hazy Memory.  Next up is another humorous memoir - Athletic Antics. Until that is completed in the fall, I keep sending out poems, writing flash fiction for Doorknobs & Bodypaint, and I write reviews for The Little Paper of San Saba.

Keep tapping out words. They do turn into something.

Art & Appetite at the Amon Carter Museum

The Amon Carter museum, invites you to a feast. “Art and Appetite” go together. From lush oil paintings of fruit to Norman Rockwell’s famous Freedom From Want picture of Thanksgiving turkey to Andy Warhol’s Campbells soup can, you can stroll through America’s changing approach to food. From times of depression to overindulgence, food has brought people together. Paintings of picnics and a half empty diner (Edward Hopper's Nighthawks) adorn the Amon Carter walls.  

One picture and poem stood out. Marsden Hartley’s “Fisherman’s Last Supper” shows a gathering after a funeral. Several members of a family drowned at sea. His poem for the painting begins

“For wine, they drank the ocean/

For bread, they ate their own despairs”

Quite heartbreaking. 

In contrast, best to grab lunch prior to your visit. Or after seeing Wayne Thibaud’s slices of pie painting, you’ll hanker for dessert.

Movie Madness: Philomena

I now see why Judi Dench was nominated for an Oscar for her portrayal of Philomena. Dench’s face is so expressive and she acts effortlessly. Her performance is gritty and touching. As an Irish teen, Philomena met and fell in love with a terrific boy. Unfortunately back in the 1950s, an unwanted pregnancy brought shame to a family and she was shipped off to the Magdelene nuns. There she worked in the laundry, and her baby – a boy named Anthony was born. This story is told in flashback, as an elderly Philomena keeps thinking about the son she gave up and she enlists her daughter to help find him.  

Meanwhile, a journalist played by Stephen Coogan, loses his job with the BBC in disgrace. Now he needs a project and circumstances bring him and Philomena together. He’s rather snobby and even annoyed that he’s stuck with this needle in a haystack search. But slowly he comes around and sees that the nuns were essentially selling babies to Americans. With his research and connections, they travel to America to follow a trail from the convent to an adoptive home. When Judi Dench says, “Oh Martin…” you just know she’s going to put him in his place. Indeed, this hardened journalist grows immensely in Philomena’s company. For her, she learns the fate of her son and you will appreciate her years of love, anguish, and resolution.

 

Philomena is a small film with a big heart. At the center is Judi Dench, a woman in her twilight years filled with wisdom and determination.  She gives a quiet acting master class, and you will seek to answer a key question, “ Could I forgive?”

Samurai and More in Fort Worth

The Kimbell Art Museum has more space now that the Renzo Piano Pavillion has opened. This is glorious because they have rearranged their art work and brought out more goodies to share. More statues and bronzes. A new Dutch acquisition adorns a wall. The museum feels fresh, and the building itself is an iconic design by architect Louis Kahn. The double height vault allows natural light which enhances the art viewing experience. Concrete walls, travertine marble, stainless steel handrails all keep the building sleek.  Here’s a quote from Mr.Kahn. “What’s neat about the porticos is that they are absolutely unnecessary.”  And yet, they are key to the flow of the building. The Kimbell is a Fort Worth treasure.   www.kimbellart.org  

The new addition, Renzo Piano Pavillion, makes a nice companion. It’s modern and modest with complimentary materials. Check out the building and the current exhibit of Samurai armor.  “Fearsome warriors clad head to toe in highly decorated armor symbolized power, honor, and valor of military elite from the 12^th to 19^th century.” (brochure)  The exhibition has more than 140 pieces from elaborate helmets to fierce masks, and embellished chest covers. Arrows and swords complete the fighting machine, along with armor for horses. The pageantry of samurai is presented well with 18 full suits plus 4 mounted horses. You will be transported to another time and culture.

Book Review: Death Wore White

Death Wore White by Jim Kelly is not new, but it’s a 2008 goodie. From the cover blurb – On a frigid winter night, Harvey Ellis is trapped on a coastal road – stranded by a blizzard in a line of eight cars. Within a few hours, he is dead, viciously stabbed at the wheel of his truck.  Nobody saw this happen and there are no footprints in the snow. Peter Shaw, young Detective Inspector and his partner, old grizzled veteran George Valentine, have to work fast. The crime scene is melting, and the body count is rising as suspects are targeted one by one.  

This whodunit will keep you turning pages and gasping in surprise. For such a small target location, a lot happens and what seems like coincidence at first turns into a highly detailed plan of deception. And to add to the mix Peter Shaw’s father had worked with Valentine. Both went into disgrace after a botched case. Now George is trying to climb up the ladder, and Peter reluctantly seeks to redeem his father’s name.  

The author keeps up the pace and ties up the whole package neatly, without giving away too much too soon. The writing and dialogue are tight, and the characters are well drawn. Death Wore White is a worthy addition to crime fiction.  P. 19 The line of eight vehicles stood as if fashioned in icing sugar, an exquisite model on an untouched wedding cake.

Poem: Mexican Petunias

Mexican Petunias

 

by Joanne Faries

 

crumpled brown stalks

faltered after freeze

ice smothered, they collapsed

no memory of purple posies

withered bleak garden

 wind rustled

hunkered  slumber

Movie Madness: Pompeii

Sunday - it's Oscar night and we celebrate the best of 2013.

 

Here in contrast is a movie I saw last Sunday with a friend. This one deserves a Razzie in 2014.

 

Pompeii should have been a majestic film with Mount Vesuvius spurting lava and wiping out a tremendous city. Instead, this is a cheesy gladiator movie with Mt. Vesuvius rumbling its warnings and people saying, “Oh the Gods must be angry.”  This film critic is seriously considering a foray into screenwriting. Surely, I could have written better dialogue.  

It’s AD 79 and we meet our slave fighter (a very ab-o-licious Kit Harrington). He is splendid, but you can only appreciate his beauty for so long. Then we need some plot. Well, of course the young heiress has eyes for him and he saves her when her horse breaks away. He’s the Celtic slave horse whisperer. But the evil Roman Senator played by a very mismatched Kieffer Sutherland has plans to marry her and is blackmailing her weenie parents for her hand. Meanwhile, it’s a grand festival for gladiator fighting. Somehow Kit and Atticus, a huge black man, can kill every fighter possible.  

The walls start tumbling down as Mt. Vesuvius blows. It’s far too late to run to the harbor. It’s far too late to even think about fleeing by horse. It’s pretty much too late to redeem this movie. But….. huge plot giveaway, our fearless lovers give it a decent try. It’s laughable and rather sadly futile.  

I was obviously not the target audience. Not sure who this film was aimed toward. The special effects are decent. I will throw out that crumb. Otherwise – DO NOT BLOW your money on this bomb. Not now, not on Netflix. Truly the Gods must be angry to allow this flimsy material into our lives.