When everything feels like it’s going south in one’s life, how does one have the temerity to sit down at the keyboard and keep on filling the white screen with black shapes?
It’s not always “write, write, write”. I have to stimulate the mind in other ways as well.
One is editing. I love editing. I’m just now getting back into editing other people’s prose, which is a joy for me. It’s like a logic puzzle in English; which is just as well since I am terrible at math.
This is a problem I understand is common with a lot of “creative types” (or lazy types like me.) And that is a shame. I have a huge amount of respect for mathematicians. Especially considering I have a better chance of becoming a unicorn than I do a mathematician it makes the profession all that more mystical to me.
In “If You Can’t Say Something Nice,” I try to take a work of “art” that is widely (and justifiably) scorned and try to see the bright side of things.
Size might matter, but so does scale. Ha! A pun!
Ever hear of Maria Pitillo? There’s no reason why you should have. She was an up-and-comer, someone to look out for – in short, a future star. Her acting credits included “Chaplin,” “True Romance,” and “Natural Born Killers.” She was climbing up the system, getting larger roles and honing her camera presence. Then something tragic happened.
She was the leading lady in 1998’s “Godzilla.”
It drove her to TV roles. She fled mainstream blockbusters; or more to the point they fled her.
by Michael Cristiano Happy one year anniversary to me! As of yesterday, I have been blogging for a year. A lot has happened in that year: I launched all of my social media/blogging efforts f…
Kicking up my feet for the weekend. I have three more pieces for this blog, five concurrent short stories a-brewin’, a massive re-write on my novel, and a cracking great filthy haiku just aching for a bus station wall to call home.
I’m thinking Union Station in D.C. Immortality awaits!
See y’all Monday!
P.S. Please post any questionable haiku in the comments section. I’ll see if my sharpie has enough juice. But please: keep it sweet, Pete! Innuendo only.