Yes, ok, I know it’s a corny phrase but somehow it struck some never before considered nerve in the mass of gelatinous grey sponge that is floating its way around in the bone casing at the top of my spine. As much I it pains me to admit that I watch it, I heard it on FOX TVs series, “The Following” the other day. I do not agree with the 28k odd people who gave the show a 7.7 rating on IMDB – at a push, I’d give it a 6 and I would need a serious push and possibly a bribe on the side. Beyond the gratuitous violence and fascination of waiting to see what some cameo actress psycho bitch is going to do next, I really have no idea why I am watching it. Game of Thrones, or Dexter it definitely is not!
Now, back to the full comment: “I am processing those feelings using the therapy of words!” I know. Just hang in there, barf bags at the exit. However, once I managed to hold down supper, the question I immediately asked myself was, “Do I write for therapeutic reasons?” Do we use our writing not only as a way to tell a story but also as a way to get that proverbial chip off our shoulder or cement block off our chests? Is this idea exclusive or can one write for multiple reasons?
It’s about time for some more interesting and inspiring art. This time around it’s a quick collection of animal illustrations. I have purposely tried to stay away from the traditional oil painting of someones favourite pooch and go for something a little more creative. One illustration is actually a design for a longboard (extra long skateboard for those of us showing a bit of grey). Enjoy.
Nothing deep and meaningful to write about today (do I ever write meaningful blog posts?), just some amazing music that I have found I like to listen to while I am writing. I have never been much of a musical person. I never made mix tapes or had a favourite band growing up. I usually cannot tell you who is singing a particular song or what it may be called. Yet somehow I enjoy listening to music while I am trying to be creative. I have always done this while I draw but only recently realised that I enjoy playing music while I write. Somehow it helps to focus my attention and keep me “in the zone”. I did an exercise once and found that I wrote more while listening to background noise than I did without it. Not a very scientific study mind, and most of the writing was still crap, but I am pretty much convinced a little music keeps my creative juices flowing. Here are a few online sources of music that you may like to investigate
Lets say that you don’t spring clean often, but wouldn’t you be able to smell where your favourite cat had disappeared to? Ok, I’ll grant you that perhaps it would be difficult over the stink of dried dog faeces, rotten food and rat urine. Or maybe the dull musty odour of wet moldy packing boxes and mildewed shower curtains has dulled your noses. Maybe the floor to ceiling pile of old newspapers, dirty clothes, discarded insulin syringes and teddybears prevents air from flowing through the bedroom. No? Can’t be? You have not been in the bedroom for years? And how long did you say your cat was missing again?
Ok, Ok, there are no cakes or hairstyles on this page. Don’t worry. I’ve been a member for a little while now, but what the hell is it with Pinterest? I have never seen so many variations of hair braids, cute puppies, chocolate oatmeal recipes or the backs of wedding dresses. And then there are the really bizarre things that no straight man can bare to look at for long: heart shaped carrot slices (WTF!) or watermelon Tiki Masks (Double WTF!) . I feel like I have rushed into the proverbial “Womans Sanctuary” and I need to very carefully and quietly ease my way back out before someone sees me and traps me there forever like I am in some Rip Van Winkle mockery. Don’t believe me? Go on then, just click on Pinterests Popular pins link. It’s decidedly testosterone deficient.
Yes, really. You might not find it in your local pharmacy but there is such a thing. I promise. Go look it up. My wife had a sinus operation and she wore an external variation that looks like a white moustache to catch the inevitable discharge (sorry for those imaginative visuals). We ran out pretty quick and I had to sew up some homemade ones with light bandage and cotton wool. Mass production is not expected anytime soon.