4/30/12

It's a bit Island-of-Dr.-Moreau-ish in my head...

Should I even admit that in a public forum? Or for that matter, in a private forum?? Ah well, too late now.

Doodling snails wasn't enough. I had to dress the snails in evening gowns, tuxes, and tiaras. Now, I've decided to morph snails and fairies together. Why? I. Have. No. Clue. The scary thing? Nothing seems to be stopping me from continuing down (up?) this curious path.

Still...I'm having fun. Hope you are, too. You deserve it.


4/22/12

Still Looking Closely...

There probably comes a time when you need to stop looking closely and move on. Wherever that time is, apparently I've not arrived. There's just too damn much holding my attention right here to even consider moving on...

I've not been able to type (or doodle) in the last week or so, due to out-of-the-flipping-blue-inexplicably painful joints in my hands and fingers. Who knew joints were so necessary? Oh. Everyone but me. I see.

Although currently, I'm not as "fine" as I'd like to be (ah, but will I ever? hah!), at least I can (finally!) type a sentence or two. While I was out of commission (sounds much more official put that way), I took longish walks and let Nature do her amazing Magic on me.







 







I sound fairly calm about all this joint-pain-out-of-no-where-crap, don't I? You should have heard me last week. Below is sample of the shenanigans:

Me:This is fucking unacceptable.
Body: Oh yeah?
Me: Yeah! Now type damn it.
Body: Sure.
Me: Freaking ouch already. Type withOUT pain, please.
Body: Oh. Without pain? Why didn't you say so? No.
Me: No???
Body: No.
Me: At least turn it down a notch, would ya?
Body: Uh, no.
Me: F*ck you, Body!! F*ck you AND f*ck the horse you f*cking rode in on!!!! Who the hell do you think you are??? If I want to type, I should be able to type. You are NOT the boss of me!!!
Body: Oh yeah?
Me: ^^$@$!! ##! ^@$! !$!@$*!@#&$******&(&##@!!!***$!@#$!!$@#$@@@~~!!#!!#$%$#$!#!#! 

The balance of the conversation has been deleted due to the graphic nature of the violence that ensued. 

Thanks for tuning in and hope all is well with you. 


4/4/12

Looking Closely

Details create the bigger picture.
- Sandford I. Weil

And the only way to see those details is by getting in close. Miss the details and you could quite possibly miss the bigger picture...

In life I tend toward, get the heck up there and soar! I like aerobatics. Zoom. It’s fun. It’s exhilarating. And hey, we’ve got to check out that "big picture," right? It is a dilemma though (one of many), because I also love the details. Yeah, the details can drive me to utter distraction, which is already a failing of mine. “Utter Distraction” could be my middle name. I’ll never know though, because it doesn’t hold my interest long enough for me to find out. I’d have to check out my birth certificate. And on the way to looking for my birth certificate, I’m sure I’d find a bazillion other pieces of paper that would be fun to browse and by the time dinner rolled around I’ll have forgotten what I was looking for in the first place. See? Distracted. Easily.

As distracted as I may (may? hah!) get, I do realize that we really need to view everything in life from both angles: way up high and down in close. Otherwise, you will miss stuff. Important stuff. There are things that you absolutely cannot see unless you get down in close and really look. 

"Getting down," in the non-Jungle Boogie-Kool & The Gang sense, is necessary in life (and in writing). Getting close to something or someone or examining an idea...it can get messy. It can be disillusioning. That's the risk of looking closely.

My point (yep. I do have one) is that unless you're willing to look at things closely you'll never see all those lovely and not-so-lovely fine details. Up close, you will see those wrinkles and scars, but it is the only way you’ll ever get to see that sparkle in someone's eye and the real texture of someone's soul…especially your own.


I can't take credit for this one. My husband  (definitely the more grounded one of  us) spotted this little guy. I just snapped a picture. He's cute though, isn't he? He just posed for us...almost blending in with the fence post he sat on. 



3/26/12

It's a Strange Life...

But someone's got to live it. Might as well be me.

This is my most recent snail doodle. I call them Nick & Nora. Yeah, I know. I'm seeking help, but can't find anyone who specializes in weirdo doodlers who have no delusions of grandeur. Plenty of them deal with delusions of grandeur types. Go figure. At this point I do believe I deserve a specialist, so if you do know of anyone, please feel free to pass their name on to me.



My inspiration. Sigh. Ah, to have been born in a 1934 madcap detective movie...







3/19/12

Gorgeous Evil


The antagonist is a character, characters, or force that the protagonist must deal with essentially in order to end the story. You can pick up a book or two that doesn’t follow the “protagonist vs. antagonist” formula, but ultimately these stories (although interesting in theory) are pointless because they simply do not go anywhere. And we all want the story to take us somewhere. At the conclusion, whether we like where the story took us or not, we will set that story aside and move on to the next. But if we really like where the story took us? We'll remember it.

Every writer knows the importance of having an antagonist (of some sort) in their stories. The better the antagonist, the better the conflict, and of course the better the conflict the more fascinating the story.  That’s just the way it is. You can argue and fuss, whine and ponder, but eventually if you want a vivid, absorbing, can’t-put-it-down-can’t-get-it-out-of-your-head story you must include a compelling villain. Is this what’s meant by the phrase, “necessary evil”? Perhaps. If you’re a Storyteller, yes. It’s pretty close to the top of the list of must-do’s, thereby necessary. And evil? Well, evil speaks for Itself. 

If you run across a villain that nearly makes you want to choke the author while demanding the answer to “how could you create such a fiend?” That’s a damn good villain. If the villain has reasoning and can make us see his/her point, that’s a plus. If tragedy made the villain, that’s an A+. We like to get to know our villains. If they’re interesting, that is. Who wants to get to know a boring villain? Just get rid of him/her/it and move on, right? But if the story exposes more than one dimension of the villain, we begin to wonder what made him/her? It’s fun to find out. A great villain will know or be able to easily read your protagonist (like a book, hah!). An excellent villain will always be one or more steps ahead of your hero*, this makes for a lively, thrilling, adventurous tale. When we get to know what’s coming next, but the hero doesn’t know what’s coming, this is exciting. We’re all just a little bent, aren’t we?

The highest honor I can bestow a villain is the title Gorgeous Evil.  “Gorgeous Evil” is the exceptional villain, the especially decadently delicious villain, the villain’s villain, the we-love-to-hate-him/her variety of villain. You know. The villain who you’re almost rooting for at the end. Whoops. Is that no-no? I don’t think so, but then I’m (more than) a little bent myself. 
  
Storyteller or not, we all know that the very existence of that Gorgeous Evil is what makes our Heroes grow. Without Gorgeous Evil, our Hero would have wandered aimlessly in Oz or just stayed at their uncle’s farm on Tatooine. Without Captain Hook, Neverland is merely a fun place full of anarchists and bohemians. Sherlock Holmes rouses from his rather pompous and cool demeanor when challenged by a criminal mind and is never more passionate than when on the trail of Moriarty. And what would Cinderella be without her Wicked Stepmother? A spoiled, daddy's girl. Legend's Jack and Lily without Darkness? Two lowly humans frolicking among the fairies. Or comic book superheros without his or her supervillains? Dull, dull, dullsky.

Long live Gorgeous Evil. May it continue to flourish and be defeated in equal measure.


*I chose not to use the term “heroine” for a female hero. It annoys me. A hero is by definition someone who commits an act or acts of bravery. That is simply not limited to males. Period.