Remedy for Writer's Block

"All you have to do is write one true sentence." - Hemingway.

Start with one true statement, then let your mind take you wherever it choses to go for the following sentence. Then keep building. It seems so obvious and simple, but it works.

True statement: "I ended up in a parking lot, fifty miles from home..."
Third person: "He ended up in a parking lot, fifty miles from home..."

Then continue the thought...

More Blog Traffic

I am definitely new to the world of blogging. Yet, I know that I can't have a successful blog without readers. So, I've been doing a lot of reading on the subject and I've come to the conclusion to test Blog Rush. Blog Rush is a widget that's added to your blog to offer readers other blogs of interest. By having this on my blog, I will be placed in the mix on someone else's widget. Hopefully this will provide a bit more exposure.

For those of you that have the Blog Rush widget, what do you think of it so far? Has it made an overall difference?

I welcome all questions, comments, and suggestions.

Licorice Pizza

Today, I stumbled upon a blog; Licorice Pizza. It was in the "Blogs of Note" section. I clicked on it for a few reasons: it was an 'original' name, it sounded funny, but most of all it was familiar. Yet, I couldn't place it until I went to his page. It was the name of a small pizza shop a few blocks away from my old neighborhood; Redondo Beach! The author, Aikin (from Miami, Florida), knew it only as a slang for vinyl and a good picture. Finding this picture gave me a surge of nostalgia, and made me feel really good.

I've always found it interesting how we respond to seeing something/someone we are emotionally invested in reach some level of... fame?. Maybe, in some sense, it's a feeling that a piece of 'you' has become famous. I hope I was able to bring a bit of backstory to the picture that has served as a mascot for a year of his blogging. Thank you Aikin

Good Quality Wifing

It's 12:20am and I have class in the morning; start of another week. But, I can't bring myself to go to sleep until I do something... creative. With nothing in mind I have decided to browse the intraweb. I stumbled onto an old Myspace post and it was good for a nice laugh.
This is from Ebaum's World. You know, that awesome, hilarious site that everyone liked before YouTube and Myspace took off.
Guide to being a GOOD Wife:

Now that's some good quality wifing...

Karma called in sick today...

Swerving, dodging and jiving. The one-finger-salute, hands up in the air, and arms flailing out of windows. The yelling, the screaming, the name-calling.

Maybe I'm too young and naive, but wouldn't the freeway run smoother if we all cooperated? If we treated the commute as a choreographed dance; rather than a battery of two second drag races, tailgating, tire screeching, or a selfish mess?

I think karma called in sick today...

My Insomnia went Away...

When I got into film school, I knew. Before I ever transferred to the university, I knew. While I was still in high school, I knew! To succeed, I have to dive in headfirst and swim. I knew it was going to be a LOT of work, and take a lot of time. I knew it was going to be challenging, and I relished the opportunity. That was then.

They say I'm supposed to study 2 hours per unit. For one 3-unit class, I should study six hours throughout the week. That averages out to be less than an hour a day; not bad... I have EIGHTEEN units.

That comes out to THIRTY-SIX hours of studying. Over five hours daily, seven days a week. On top of my ten hour school days. I'm exhausted just talking about it.

On the plus side, my insomnia went away...

Did you know, there are no bells in College?

In high school there were bells. We walked around campus like Pavlov's Dog - what was that dog's name anyway? No matter how independent I thought I was, the bells told me what to do; where to go, and when to eat. We even had different bells for Bomb scares and intruders. When the bomb bell rang, the school was corralled in the pen-like football stadium; for "safe" keeping. The intruder drill was easy to remember. It was the same response to an earthquake and an Atom Bomb (circa 1950s & 1960s); duck-and-cover. Despite the risk of "zombie-ism," the bells were comforting. It was effortless. It was easy.

They said college would be Great!. You get to pick your own classes, meet new people, and decide what you want to study... I have to pick my own classes? I have to manage my own schedule? NEW people? What about my friends?... Thrust onto a foreign compound, stripped of friends, and told to "make Mom and Dad proud..."

A dog will learn to swim when thrown into the ocean. Swimming is the least of its worries... Did you know there are no bells in College?