Cover via Amazon
Where has this writer been all my life? How’ve I missed this guy? Too busy hearing about him and thinking yeah, one of these days I’ll read him. Or hmm, didn’t I read his work back in grad school? No, I hadn’t. If I had, I never would have forgotten.
Currently reading his book, From Where You Dream: The Process of Writing Fiction. It’s blowin’ my doors off, and changing the way I look at writing.
Read this last night. Amazing short story. As the author himself might say, “It thrums.”
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I think having land and not ruining it is the most beautiful art that anybody could ever want to own. –Andy Warhol
A nice idea, in part. Makes me wonder if there’s a way to not own it, but still keep it pristine (without hammering up “No Trespassing” signs).
Re: the pic
A magical, tucked away place that hasn’t changed too terribly much thanks to the savvy of a small but dedicated band of locals. Stumbled across Montezuma one cold, snowy evening while thumbing through–was picked up by a transplanted Californian by the name of **** (well, I won’t say; he may still live there. That night he pulled over, promptly jumped out of his van, took a leak in the snow, and invited me to crash near his wood stove for the night)–I ended up staying nearby that winter. Used to live right outside of this little burg, camped out at 10,100 ft. (’bout a hundred feet lower elevation than the town itself).
I got the idea they weren’t real keen on touristy types, but I think they figured I was harmless when I trekked into town to visit a friend or two. (“Ah, camped out,” someone would inevitably say. Was it the campfire smell in my hair and clothes that gave me away? Or the burnt rag wool socks…?)
That was thirty years ago. Want inspiration? Try a winter in the Rockies in a makeshift tent with no electricity or running water. Or phones. Cold, but heavenly.
I’ve dug Ray Harryhausen to the max since childhood. I’ve seen nearly every one of the movies that contain his special effects. Possibly all of them. Many of those flicks came to me via my family’s tiny little black & white TV, the aqua-colored one my parents perched on a high shelf due to lack of space. That was way back when I was a “trailer kid”…
…and conjures up my first big memory of television: A crick-in-the-neck experience if you watched too much. Unless something too amazing like Lost in Space–the first season or two, before it got “silly haha”–was on, you did better to play outside among the dirt and weeds, or feed alligators in the sewers. (And yes, kids–once upon a time there was no such creature as a giant, flat-screened color TV in every living room. No video games either. Scores of neighborhood children did this unheard of thing called playing outside. We weren’t plugged into any contraptions. No iPods or Bluetooths or…I know, I know. Say it isn’t so. But it’s true!)
I can honestly say that my personal “release date” was in the same month and year as that classic, The 7th Voyage of Sinbad. I guess that puts me into the “getting on in years” category. Okay, December 1958. There. All upfront and everything. But I’m a very young fifty-one! (Isn’t that what all the coolest Baby Boomers say?)
Check this out. Tony Trov’s “Ray Harryhausen Inspired Everything that I find Awesome.” I second that. And yeah. Pure awesomeness:
A New Favorite Video
(Oh, and for anyone who’s wondering: Interviews are brewing and cooking, and before you know it that part of the blog will be up and running. Interviewing, I’m finding, can be much, much fun!)
Years ago–sometime in the ’80s–I saw a short film fest and could never get this out of my mind. I thought of it the other day and for the heck of it tried searching on YouTube. Surprised me that the artist/filmmaker, Sally Cruikshank herself, has posted several of her shorts for viewers to enjoy. So darn cool of her!
Thought I’d share this with you all. If you’ve never seen Face Like a Frog, and you love offbeat, strange animation, this should be right down your dark and foreboding (yet funny) alley.
Recognize the music? Yep. It’s Danny Elfman, around that Oingo Boingo time period:
Face Like a Frog
I’m back from my travels, yes, and will be working on interview questions over the weekend. Or, hmm, maybe I hadn’t mentioned I was going. Took a trip to the high country. After thirty years away from those Fourteeners in Summit County, it was eye opening.
But back to future blogging: Of course, we have to give Mystery Daniel time to respond, but he’s one of those people who lights the fire under his own…feet (if you think I’m editing myself to avoid “language,” I’m not. I just thought I’d step away from the cliché).
Anyone out there get into affirmations? You might think I’m Woo Woo after this, but think what you will. It doesn’t toss sand into my oatmeal, you know?
Check this out if you dig positive thinking and that sort of thing. If you don’t, then no one’s pushing. Exercise your free will, hey?
I love this!
And speaking of thoughts…
I’ll be back sooner than you think.