The title is the first thing that came to mind when I came to this site. It just appeared in my mind like on a movie screen. It was funny enough to me, so I said, "What the hell. Good a title as any. Plus, I can pretend for a moment that what I write matters to anyone."
Well, I do have an answer for who this blog matters to.....me. Writers write for themselves, and if anybody else likes it, then it is a plus.
There is always the delete button, so if I don't like this entry, I can always jettison it into the recycle bin of computer inner space where all unwanted blogs drift around forever in limbo.
Anyway, it was a good day. No complaints. I bought frames for my art show, I had a good yoga class, I ate chicken noodle soup with crackers, I drank coffee...what more do I want? Not much more. A couple of things, but not much more.
I am starting to get tired of the poverty thing. There's got to be a way to remedy that. I'll find a way eventually. It just takes time. It is like a game. Just keep playing until you win.
I played little league for eight years, and four of those years my team took last place....hahahahaha. It is funny now, it wasn't at the time, but I never gave up.
I used to love to play ball.
I wish I had written more when I was growing up. Oh well. No big deal. I wish I had done a lot of things.
It is never too late to live, you know.
I got to watch videos of Stephen King, Ray Bradbury, and Kurt Vonnegut....wow. To have the material of these great authors so readily available on youtube is stunning to me. It is just great, and very instructive to me, besides being great entertainment.
Actors get a platform to talk, writers not as often.
I find that actors don't have much to say. Their job is to say other people's lines, not their own.
I like actors, though. I admire many of them.
But when I want to hear someone who has some balls to say something, give me a writer...someone who has thought about things.
I also managed to buy three jars of paint. Red, Black, and White...Philip Guston colors. I have plans. I'm going to have some fun if I can.
I want to lay down, I've been awake all day.
I haven't even begun to paint. Well, I have....I painted for half the day....what I am trying to say is I have barely started the day's work...I expect more out of myself.
I spent time talking to siblings, and that was mostly pleasurable. Doing that is a necessity. Painting can wait...but not for too long. The Queen of Painting doesn't like to wait. When she wants it, she wants it now....otherwise, things can get cold, if you know what I mean. It can take a while to warm up that oven again, especially in the dead of winter.
Well, I don't know if this blog is 'holy', but it certainly is 'official'....haha.
Any editor to come along can help polish my work up. It's no big deal. Celebrities write books all the time, I think the ghost writer just tape records them and then transcribes the tapes. The celebrity is then given credit for writing the book.
William Shatner does a lot of his own writing, so good for him. That is why he is 'The Captain'.
Uh...let's see...what else is there?
I just like what Stephen King says, and that is, "To be a writer, you have to read a lot, and you have to write a lot." I like that. To the point, and no bullshit. No pretending that it isn't a lot of work. Some may want the book sales, or some fame, or movie deals or what have you...but writing is work, and it is hard. It isn't easy at all. There are lots of false starts. Lots of dead ends. But it is beautiful when something good does get churned out.
I never know if what I write is any good until later, when I have some perspective. Same goes with my painting. Things can always wait a week until you get some fresh eyes.
I'm going to lay down, and maybe read a book.
:)
Laterz. ( Ugh...this new spelling is for the birds...but the kids these days like it. )
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