RIP Nora Ephron
Can you believe I spent my whole day trying to format a darn query letter?
It started out funny:
I was composing the query and the auto-correct changed the verb 'workshop' to 'worship'.
Now wouldn't that sound unabashedly arrogant to fire off a query telling an agent I've been worshipping my novel...thinking it might raise an eyebrow or two...then again, they'd probably assume I was as crazy as a bag of hammers (which wouldn't be THAT far off:)
Here's to my crazy bag of hammers!!
Drop by to borrow some anytime,
Today, I thought I'd pick an easy topic:)
Vonnegut's message (above) covers a lot.
It's true, writers can be a neurotic lot!
Fortunately, I belong to an exceptional (read: kickass) group of writers, the Wired Monks. Sharing struggles and celebrating victories with writers who make tough decisions every day in order that they can pursue an artistic path makes me a smidgen less neurotic.
I also grew up believing in magic and in impossible dreams coming true.
Today, I'd like to thank one person who made that happen:
My father, James Laurent Desveaux, believed in every dream I had.
He nurtured my belief in magic in myriad ways, not least of which included bringing an actual magician to the house. While Mom kept us 'on the straight and narrow' and infected me with the traditional concept of education (she taught in a one-room school!) - Dad expanded that concept. He believed there was real learning to be done outside the classroom walls. Dad may not have read that many books, but he sure could read magic in the sky.
And boy, could he weave those tall tales!
Our final communication left me with a deeper grasp of that magic and the understanding that our love was far greater than physical death.
"To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with" (Twain)
At the end of our lives, when our hamster jig is up & we exit the stage most of us leave only memories to remember us by...
Who are you going to make these memories with?
How do you want your loved ones to remember you?
When you've answered that question, try simply living that way today.
In honour of my Papape, I will too.
For more inspiration on living the life you were meant to live consider Alan Watt's question: "What if Money Were No Object?"
I believe today is a great day to start!
Daddy's little girl forever,
Attended the closing show of Rebecca Lazier and Terrain's dance collaboration Coming Together/Attica about the 1971 prison riots.
The evening opened with Scotia Festival Musicians playing Quartet #8 in C minor by Shostakovich. And what an opening it was!
According to the score, the quartet is dedicated "to the victims of fascism and war". Saturday's performance was obsessively cyclic, sad then apocalyptic, and in the end, sublimely heartbreaking. It was a perfect choice to set the mood.
Following the quartet, the six contemporary dancers came out and stalked the space to music composed by Frederic Rzewski as a response to the riots. 11 Scotia Festival musicians performed in collaboration with Live Art Dance. Cliff LeJeune's hypnotic recitation of political prisoner, Sam Melville's letter not only rounded out the collaboration, for me it consummated it. Bravo!
For those of you who missed it, Terrain is putting on another show tonight called I Just Like This Music created to Tchaikovsky's Serenade for Strings.
For tickets, call 902-429-9467 or 1-800-528-9883
Reminder to the Wired Monk Writers that we're taking a road trip to Richard's for this week's meeting. Chris and Simon are hitching a ride with me and there's room for one more!
See all you writerlies, Thursday
To everyone else - Here's to a great week!
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