Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Blood For Poppies

I know it’s been awhile since I last wrote. Hmmm, I can only blame it on this pesky chest cold, * cough, cough * It took me out of commission late last week and I’ve been trying to stay warm, in this icebox of an office, wrapped in a thick flow-y sweater and drinking lots of hot tea. I can feel the stirrings of Spring fever as I sit here listening to some tunes from Chicago (the Broadway musical) on Pandora music. The jazzy vibe from the music is intoxicating today.

Yes, I have a soft spot for Broadway musicals. Hello? it makes sense, I love music. Wish I could hold a tune better because I’d be out there peddling myself as a musician. But alas, the gods chose to make me a shy, wilting wallflower. BAH! That last sentence made me laugh out loud. Maybe my next collaboration will be for a Broadway musical. Good golly miss molly....that is a huge undertaking that my poor sickly constitution can’t quite allow me to wrap my head around. But wouldn’t it be fantastic!! It would have to be a love story...but whose? Perhaps it can be part cabaret with a story threading its way thru a series of songs and dances. Yes, my wheels are turning. That’s going to have to be for another day though. My to-do list seems to be growing by the day.

I am in the process of pulling my writing portfolio together so I can start sending it out to some NYC studios again. I need to find a full time gig preferably writing for television. I’ve spent enough time spinning my wheels trying to finish this novel. Right now I wish I had my laptop here so I can pull strong scenes from plays I’ve written. I also need to convert some video footage from VHS to digital to burn DVDs to include in that packet of work that I’ve put up. It’s going to be a full-on package of works produced by yours truly. I am excited and very nervous. I have giant butterflies in my stomach just thinking about.

So my song choice for today is Garbage, Blood For Poppies.

I love Shirley Manson’s voice and OMG! Duke Erikson's bass playing on this album is sick. I keep listening to it just to listen to the man riff. I can’t wait for their album to drop. I looked up tour dates and sure enough tickets are already sold out to their concert in NYC. I am a day late and a dollar short. Story of my life....

Rock on people...rock on!!

L~~

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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Writing Update part deux and a groovy tune.

I've spent the last couple of weeks mulling in the back of my brain the problems with Indigo.  I would jot a line, a note but it stayed on the shelf.  I've been working on the play, listening to music,  reading, I even went to see Hunger Games on Sunday.  Very cool thing to watch to get my creative juices flowing again. 

Then I had an idea and spent time restructuring the arc of the story.  Moving chapters around so the historical aspects are coming up earlier.  Painting a clearer picture of the social landscape. It's very exciting. I can barely stop smiling and doing a little James Brown side shuffle from time to time.  I haven't quite started shouting out Yea! just quite yet but I can feeling it bubbling up.  :-)

I don't feel quite so pathetic at the moment.  Hehehe.  If you wait five minutes, I'm sure that it'll pass. *giggling * 

One more little bit...in my quest for some new tunes, I came across the following song: Facing the Sun by Fritz Kalkbrenner.  I know it's a couple of years old but I like the laid back sound of it.  It's definitely not the thrashing music that I'm fond of at the moment but I thought folks might enjoy it. 


Peace,

L~

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Friday, March 23, 2012

Odd Bits

I’ve had all sorts of odd bits to share and as I sit here writing this up, they seemed to have dissipated. The weather has warmed up but my body refuses to believe it and I’ve been running cold all week. Hmmm, feels like a spring cold is fast approaching.

It’s Friday, my favorite day of the week and I’m trying to put together some plans to go out tonight. Alas, I am the fickle type, one minute I’m up for going (want to check out some live music); the next I want to go home with a good bottle of wine to curl up on the couch and read Mike Carey’s The Devil You Know. So I’ve called for back-up. Music is still a strong component right now so perhaps I won’t need to strong arm someone into coming along. We shall see how it pans out.

So the other day, I read a writer’s blog and she wrote about the three book deal she just signed. My green-eyed monster came out. Every time something good happens for one of us (creative writer types) there is this little petty fire-breathing dragon that comes out in its wake. The rational part of me thinks it’s fantastic. The dragon part wraps my insides up tight with craving-want. I know I’m not the only writer that has ever felt that way so I won’t add any guilt or shame for feeling this way. Rather, I just acknowledge that it’s there so I can move on. Writing this up right now even makes me giggle a bit. Because the jealousy is not coming from a rational place. I have a strong desire to finish the two projects that I’m working on but they have taken a lot longer than I have anticipated. I’m impatient but I know I just have to keep plugging away at it. How else will these projects come to fruition?

Anyway, that’s all I have...now I’m off to listen to some head-thrashing punk music.

Rock on people!!
L~
 
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