Yeah, I'm sure people are sick of me talking about it. I'm not. (Bill types with a big grin on his face.)
I try and work into my story that I had been working on that dang novel for over 10 years.
And what gave me the idea for the story in the first place?
I’m supposed to write an article filled with biblical and practical wisdom that will inspire pastors to be better leaders, counselors and preachers, all the while knowing that I need to be on the other end of that article. I need to be the reader, not the writer. So I sat in my office, staring at a blank page.
And it's the end of another week! Party with The Batman Lego Movie -- It's fun and awesome!
Update: I caught the movie at my favorite movie theater - The Alamo in Winchester. I think it's every bit as good as "The Lego Movie" and the message about doing things as part of a team is well done.
Even though the Alamo is my favorite theater, they have recently switched to all reserved seating - which now means that you can't just walk into the theater and sit down. No, now you could pick your seat and end up having someone siting next to you even though you might have selected one that was fairly free of other people at the time of ticket purchase. (Granted, it could end up like that anyway if the movie is popular and new and the theater gets sold out. But that happens after having purchased a ticket and you sit in a fairly unoccupied area of the theater. I know, I'm nuts, but I like my space.) So unless you're willing to purchase an extra seat to give you some space between yourself and whoever shows up beside you, you'll find yourself being invaded by whoever picks the seat beside you. For me, that meant some guy in a long trench coat and a cowboy hat who was an open mouth eater. And beside him was a group of two men, two anklebiters, and a woman; the men were drinking Corona beers and ignoring their noisy children (one boy was constantly saying "Batman wouldn't do that...") and a mother who appeared as though she had checked out once the lights were lowered and the movie began. So I'm guessing I'm going to have to look for another theater -- or just wait for the movie to appear on pay per view and watch it at home.
The death of John Hurt reminded me of the many characters he portrayed in his acting career: the man who "birthed" the alien from his chest, Olivander in the Harry Potter movies, Oxley in the last Indiana Jones movie, and so many others. But I remembered the one film where he was so totally lost in the recreation of an historical figure, that he seemed to become the person - John Merrick, the Elephant Man.
Hurt was one of those rare actors who made the characters he portrayed so memorable that when he appeared in the movie, you really couldn't see anyone else in the role.
I landed on PBS one evening - I'm not sure now what program I watched - but the one thing I DO remember is the advertisement that appeared after the program.
It featured a young lady who suffered from Tourette syndrome who found that her love of the Downton Abbey series created a desire within her to read about Edwardian England. Her research led to her being inspired by the lives and times of that era. Despite the painful effects of her condition, she started to write her thoughts and stories down. Now, her inspiration inspires...
How many times do I give up because the way ahead is painful? What truly counts truly costs.
(Insert bored gasps...)
I know, I know. I keep telling myself to finish the dam thing. And I want to. But one thing keeps stopping me.
Lately I've been looking into the reviews of books I've read and in particular I've been looking over the criticisms that appear within a book's listing on websites like Amazon and Good Reads:
- "The novel just plodded; it was advertised as 'fast-paced', but that's false advertising..."
- "I couldn't connect with the characters..."
- "The book is full of barely sketched characters and the writing was so pedestrian that I was never drawn in..."
Ouch. And it wasn't even said about MY book.
And there are many examples of now famous novels which were panned by readers and critics when they were first published - like "Brave New World", "The Grapes of Wrath", and "Catcher in the Rye". My book isn't anything as life-changing as those classic writings - but it was never written to be anything more than a good story and a personal dare to see if I could finish something.
I realize that I won't be able to stop people from picking up my book and saying to themselves and to others, "What a load of crap." And I never intended for it to be up there with Steinbeck or Hemingway. An idea popped into my head one day after reading a news article, I asked myself "What if...", and the story and the character seemed to evolve from there.
But now that I'm on the brink of publishing it, I find myself full of doubts, questions, and anxiety.
I don't know if that's normal for anyone who has gotten to the point of sending out their effort, but thoughts of my first novel effort not being worth anyone's time to read has grabbed me by the throat like a Harry Potter dementor - and seems to just suck the writing joy right out of me.
And so...there it sits. The manuscript is on it's final update, and I've told myself that after this current edit, I'll upload it to the self-publisher I've selected and move forward from there.
I had hopes that it would be ready for this Christmas, but it probably won't make that deadline.
Where's my dam patronus when I need it?
I watched this video a few days ago...and it captured my imagination. The beauty of creativity and play.
I'm not good with cards. People I knew when I was growing up had all sorts of card games they would play and it would fascinate me with all the rules they would know and all the games they could play with a deck (or two) of cards.
Personally, we had a few card games like Old Maid and Go Fish, but we didn't play many card games with our parents. I remember watching Mom play solitaire a couple of times, and she played the old Memory game with us a few times, but that was about it.
So when someone is showing a card trick, I just have to watch. Here's one from Willie Nelson that is just perfect...