I’ve got a box of old ’78 records in the garage that belonged to my mother years ago when she was accordion playing young mom. As you might guess, there are a number of polka songs in the mix. There were also a couple of the records that I used to play over and over when I was a kid.
One was Frank Sinatra singing Five Minutes More.
“Give me five minutes more,
only five minutes more
Let me stay, let me stay in your arms
Here am I, begging for
only five minutes more
Only five minutes more of your charms”
The other was Bing Crosby singing Accentuate the Positive.
“You’ve got to accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don’t mess with Mister In-Between”
I recently came across the box of records and wound up the old Victrola to give them a listen (yes, I really do still have one). They were a little scratchier sounding than then used to be, but they were just as much fun as I remembered. I thought Accentuate the Positive was especially fitting, given all that’s going on in the world these days. Continue reading
What better way to wrap up Valentine’s week than with a little hot, sweaty sex?
For the last few weeks we’ve been talking about writing (or not writing, as the case may be) sex scenes. If you missed the posts, you can check them out here, here, here, here, and here. It’s an interesting topic and one that has no real right or wrong answers. What works for one reader may leave another cold, bored, dissatisfied, or skipping ahead.
I did a little research via my own bookshelves and found that, as a reader, I’m not even consistent about which scenes work for me and which don’t. One of the “didn’t work for me” scenes was 27 pages long. I’m still not entirely certain exactly what happened and I’m pretty sure some things were anatomically impossible. Conversely, a scene that “did work for me” was almost as long, but had great pacing, a dash of humor, advanced the plot, and left a nice tingly feeling at the end.
What’s a writer to do? Continue reading
The Gates of Hell, Rodin, Stanford University
This week I was at a conference at a local university. In between the plenary sessions, break-out discussions, and appallingly health conscious breakfasts and lunches, there were chunks of time set aside for networking and “continuing to discuss the material covered with other attendees.”
Naturally I chose to slip out, despite the ongoing rain, and use some of that time to explore the university’s nearby Rodin sculpture garden. What can I say? You can lead an introvert to people, but you can’t make her talk. Or something like that.
I’m a big fan of Rodin’s work and was even lucky enough to see a number of his pieces in the Musée Rodin in Paris several years ago. Looking the Gates of Hell yesterday, I couldn’t help but think of all the stories it contains and what a monument to persistence it is (he worked on it, on and off, for 37 years).
Next time I get discouraged with the progress on my WIP, I’m going to remember that persistence and be glad that I haven’t quite hit the 37-year mark with my current characters. Continue reading
Facts have come under attack recently, especially those “alternative” ones (pretty sure we used to call those lies). In reality, people have been finding facts to back up whatever point they want to make while conveniently ignoring those that don’t for ages.
That’s why I was interested to come across an article at work about how storytelling, not facts, was a more effective way to provide information, get people to listen and change minds. It makes sense. Think about those commercials on late night television seeking donations for animals in shelters. If someone tells you there are 100,000 dogs currently in shelters it’s not going to be as memorable (or impactful) as seeing a picture of a poor abandoned pup. Storytelling makes the difference.
The other tangentially related news story Continue reading
No, I’m not talking about politics in today’s post, I’m referring to the recent announcement that, after 146 years, the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus will be folding up the tents and calling it a day later this spring.
I don’t know about you, but I have fond memories of going to the circus when I was a kid. The jugglers and acrobats were my favorites, though the clowns were always a bit disturbing. As I got older, the lure of the circus faded, especially when they added the noisy, smelly motorcycles that used to race around and around in big circular steel cages. The lure apparently faded for others as well, especially those against the continued inclusion of animals.
As a fan of Regency fiction, mention of the circus brings to mind Astley’s Amphitheater in London which, in 1768 pioneered the standard circus ring and was the place to go to see feats of trick horse riding, acrobats, clowns, and other acts. It was entertainment enjoyed by Londoners of all ages.
While we might not be able to run away to the circus right now, we can bring it to life here on the blog in today’s round of Random Word Improv.
Care to join me? Continue reading
Last weekend I paid a visit to a local salvage yard. The outside grounds were filled with all kinds of recycled building supplies – windows, doors, sinks, etc. – while the inside was a cross between a hardware store and garage sale on steroids. Looking for some antique door knobs, a set of cane dining room chairs, some go-go boots, or a reel-to-reel tape player? Look no further.
I had high hopes of unearthing a treasure, but didn’t find anything I couldn’t live without (sadly, the 6-foot ornate 1910 balusters, like something Lord Elgin might have souvenired from Greece, were already marked ‘sold’). There was, however, Continue reading
I’ve always been a fan of order – alphabetical order, numerical order, law and order (the concept, not the television show) – but life seems to have a tendency to be messy and complex and downright disorderly at times.
While I can’t organize the rest of the world, I can (and do) take care of my little corner of it during my annual New Year’s Clean-a-thon. The local donation centers benefit from my efforts and I always feel more creative when not distracted by clutter. As a bonus, I usually find something that I forgot I even had.
Now that order has been restored here in the Writing Castle, it’s time put my newly restored creativity to work in a round of Random Word Improv.
Care to join me? Continue reading