13000 days
I mentioned in my earlier post that I’ve been catching up on blogs and finding inspiration in other people’s writing lately. Ever thought about how many days you have left in your life, if you’re lucky? Read this. In the interest of full disclosure, it happens to have been written by my husband. But I read it for the first time just now, and it fit so well with some of the things I’ve been thinking about and having conversations about lately that I had to share it. Share...
Writing Through
I’ve been in a bit of a frustrating writing spot lately. It’s one of those times when the disconnect between my brain and my fingers seems particularly noticeable. I have all this great stuff in my head, but when it comes to actually putting in in words, I fail badly. What comes out is not only not brilliant, but just plain bad. It’s a little like when golfers simply lose their swing for awhile. They know how to do it right, but for whatever reason, they just can’t. Until they can again. I’m hoping “can again” comes soon. While I wait for my swing to come back*, I’ve been catching up online, reading blogs I’ve been behind on and finding inspiration in the writing of others. My daughter has Spring Break this upcoming week, so I’ll have a few days without a lot of computer time to absorb a bit of real life, too, which is never a bad idea for writers. And, of course, I’ve been working steadily on my other job, coordinating the Surrey International Writers’ Conference, and writing something – no matter how awful it might be – every day, because I figure I never know when it’s going to click again. Besides, not writing is not an option. What do you do when you lose your swing for awhile, in whatever your work or hobby may be? *this is entirely metaphorical, as I don’t actually have a golf swing. At least not one that can actually make contact with a golf ball. Share...
The end of publishing?
From A Novel Woman via a member at the Compuserve Books and Writers Forum: Share...
When good Photoshop goes bad
My husband’s a photographer, and since the big switch to digital, we get into a lot of conversations about the manipulation of images. His approach is simply to take good pictures and then enhance minimally to bring out what’s already there, much as film photographers have always done in the darkroom. You can check out some of his work at www.martinchung.com. He’s booking well into 2010, so don’t wait too long if you need a wedding or portrait shoot this year. Here’s one of his shots: There are those, however, who like to play a little fast and loose with “enhancement”. Maybe it’s just me, but are these not just a little too processed for comfort? (And yes, apparently she’s for real.) Share...
Olympic Boos? Not in Canada
Apparently I’m not the only one missing the Olympics. All over the net, I’m running into blogs and articles and posts about the amazing two weeks here, and I’m not even out looking for them. They just seem to turn up. One thing I’ve seen a couple of times is major kudos to Canadians for being so warm, friendly, welcoming and being such good sports even when we were booing the US hockey team. At first I didn’t know what they were talking about. I watched every minute of the final game, and I didn’t hear any booing. And then I realiized. Most of you have probabaly heard the explanation by now, but since I’m still seeing comments about it online, clearly not everyone has. If you hear anyone mention the booing, pass it on. Roberto Luongo, goalie extraordinaire, was not only the gold medal goaltender for Team Canada, but he’s also the number one netminder for the Vancouver Canucks. And his nickname is Bobby Lu. Every single time that man touches the puck, especially if he happens to be making a spectacular save at the time, the crowd yells, “LUUUUUUUUUUUU.” Which, admittedly, sounds very much like we’re booing the opposition for having a good scoring chance. But no. We’re just acknowledging our goalie for stopping it. Watch a Canucks home game sometime and you’ll see what I mean. The video quality’s terrible here, but you can hear a little of it during a shutout celebration: Share...
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