I do miss the old Italian ones…Suspiria, still a great film…
I do miss the old Italian ones…Suspiria, still a great film…
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I heard about it and found this info, which kills the allure but explains a lot.
I hate coming up with writing ideas. It’s like giving blood. The mere act and energy expended on it just are draining.
I often avoid coming up with story lines, but when I’m forced to sit down and brainstorm the weird ideas I’ve had…
“A time traveling political anarchist who throws pies at famous government leaders…”
“A female jogger tries to escape a Bigfoot, during the mating season…”
“The end of the world comes about because one high school kid forgot to tie his shoes…”
“Raccoons take over a town after a few rapid raccoons mutate into psycho feral beasts…”
“A new beer is created that purposely turns the drinker into an idiot, causing massive brain damage with just one can/bottle. people drink it as a challenge to bravery…”
I often fall into a pit of hysterical laughter with my idea list, growing my insane by the minute.
There I’ll be, sitting on my kitchen table, around midnight cranking out ideas…
The surge in ideas will come pouring out, lots of garbage but a few gems.
Alone in the dark.
I often choose to write later after dark, for personal reason.The silence is golden, no one is asking questions, or distracting to talk about news or personal issues. The television is off, and other than listening to music ( I listen to rather generic music choices-Katy Perry, U2, and assorted 80’s and 90’s pop music, and even The Doors and the Beatles), but when I absolutely want to focus I listen to random organ music. The sound puts me in the mood for thinking spooking thoughts.
The main writing comes out mostly in my first draft, close to a madness that needs to replicate before it is lost from my mind. As a few of you may have noticed, I persist in being truly lax on spelling, grammar, and punctuation, but I always leave that for my heavier editing stage. My mania feels comparable to a rash, a fever that needs to be poured out of my mind, my blood literally. If I don’t hurry, it’ll dry up and lose its potency.
A downside is, as I let my creative side open, the termites of fear begin to bite at my courage. By my nature, I endure as a coward, a timid, fearful soul, who loves to peek in on the blackness of human thoughts and wishes. Objectively, it is fun to look from afar, but when it strikes too close to my heart or my fears, I scurry like a mouse into the safety of my walls. Or in my case, I’ll turn on all the lights and try to forget what was alarming, an idea, a feeling, that an individual is behind my chair, watching me type.
Consequently, a few minutes later, I come back to work, positive that it was all in my head or my imagination playing with my lack of courage. Terror wins its battles, but I keep pushing it for war. The concern that is always around, that sense of fear and doom, playing its own game of tag with my attention. Getting lost in the world of my own creation is eerie, I hear the voices of my characters, explaining to me what they observe and hear and what they’ll do, and I’ll be receiving messages relating to this until I hear a noise, or glance at a substance out of the corners of my eyes. Instinctively, I look around, never more certain someone has been there, looking at me, invisible to the eye.
Ordinarily, I’ll zip through several rounds of this routine until I am utmostly satisfied for the evening and shut down my brain and that world. Time to let it rest for the evening, until tomorrow.
AS a writer one is supposed to use all your senses not just your eyes. What does a memory evoke? A sense of fear, loathing, hatred, love, sadness? Does the smell of chocolate cookies make you sick? Or do you recall when your mom made them for your second-grade class? Or maybe the time your sister fell off her bike and skinned her knee? Did she blame you for that?
Does the sound of the wind make you feel afraid? Like the time you were lost, in a forest searching for your family? Three hours searching alone, lost with the gray skies overhead, threatening rain?
The taste of a hot dog make you nervous? Was it the time you bought one at a baseball game and the man in front of you choked on his and had to be saved by that paramedic who fortunately was there?
One has to reach down below the usual thinking and observe everyday things, from the smell of garbage to the sound a baby makes sitting alone in their carriage, entertaining themselves as their parent stand nearby talking on their phone.
What is hiding under your bed?
Likely dust, dust mites, shoes, perhaps an old food wrapper or even a weapon. But do you recall when you were a kid? The boogieman(men?) lurked down there, and was just waiting for you to supply them with a nice, tasty foot or even head(don’t ever peek down there) during one of your sleepless nights. But why do we always fear that as a child? Usually, it was a dark, hidden world, much like the closet, where the creatures of our nightmares were sitting, watching us, waiting for the perfect time to sleep.
I never saw anything under my bed, but I suppose some unlucky souls did and were never heard from again( most likely actually kidnappers than a demon from hell) and the legends started, but one must ask, did boogiemen haunt us when we didn’t have beds or closets? I assume the dark caves and forests supplied the locales for our nightmares(go check out all those fairy tales and fables). It is fun to ponder how our future selves will create new haunting areas(or at least the kiddies) as our living areas change;perhaps haunted walls, or more likely haunted,spooky areas in our minds as virtual reality takes off, or some still unknown technological advance will creep up on us and make a new ‘dark and unseen location, our new spooky zone.
Being the cheapskate that I am, I am using these two new software programs to edit my little writings. PaperRater.com and Slickwrite.com which while not perfect do help catching more of my punctuation flaws and even a review of my sentence structure and even helping me catch a few style issues.
Any thoughts or reviews?
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Some childhood memories never leave you…