The master mind of one of my favorite bands of all time, Robert Smith of The Cure. Smith weaves story lines into lyrics flawlessly. Like any skilled writer, he evokes pure emotion through the lyrics he writes and music he creates.
Since 1976, The Cure has wowed audiences. 35 years later, the band continues going strong and remains at the top of my playlists.
There is a reason I’m a writer and there is a reason I am NOT technical. So when my love meets my utter head banging confusion, I get a little….mad.
I have been messing around with this photo manipulation program for longer than I care to admit here on the blog. If you haven’t checked out one of these programs before–peruse one for a few and see what I mean. There are more tools than sense–95% of which I have no clue how to use.
When you don’t know how to use one of these programs, you have two options (well three really).
1. You Tube. Yes, I have watched the tutorials and thought aha! that’s easy, what am I complaining about!? Mmm Hmm. It’s easy to minimize the tutorial, push pause and replay a few hundred times while you go back and forth between pages. What isn’t easy is applying these techniques. I will follow tooth to nail and while the ‘expert’ shows off his newly pasted and cut lovely cover–I look up to see mine utterly destroyed. Hence, I have about 10 ‘working’ covers right now.
2. Find the User Manual. Yeah… If you can decipher one of these, I have some furniture that needs assembling.
3. And lastly, my option of choice, wing it. Just try every tool, every layer, every filter and background ……. and pray.
I’m currently using Gimp not Photoshop…not like it makes much difference in the grand scheme. Once you are beyond help, it no longer matters which program you use. I believe at the this point, my first cover may look like a toddler assembled it. Or worse….it could like this:
Why is it that ideas flood my brain in that tiny window just before falling asleep at night? I have all day for inspiration to strike. ALL DAY. Yet, when I am trying to sleep, trying to relax my overloaded writing brain, the puzzle pieces mysteriously fit together. You know the pieces.
Then the pull happens. Do I get up and write these things down–completely disrupting my almost tranquil slumber–or do I allow sleep to overtake me and hope I remember all of these brainstorms when I wake up? There’s the dilemma.
Here’s me during the day if I get up:
Now I hear there is a special ‘light pen’ you can buy for just this compulsive purpose. Can’t see? Don’t worry–the light pen can help! No lights? No problem–the light pen shines directly on your paper in the dead of night so you can write until your heart’s content. Or…until you pass out from exhaustion.
Thanks light pen but I don’t need more incentive to get up–I need less.
I used to keep a notebook on the night stand. You know, the cardinal writing rule. A notebook by your bed, in your car, in the bathroom, whiteboard in the shower….
The problem with the night stand notebook? I don’t want to be awake at 3 AM. I want to be sleeping!
So, did I get up and write frantically? Of course I did. The puzzle pieces fit! The pieces!
Maybe I need to invest in the pen…
***HAPPY 4th OF JULY***
I tried not to squawk or burst out laughing or stare. But as I sat quietly, my head shot up and I did stare. And I’m almost sure I shook my head, rolled my eyes and in some other way, incriminated myself, as I gawked in total disbelief at two women having conversation in the local hair salon.
I fidgeted in my chair and attempted to look normal, crossing and un-crossing my legs, wanting desperately to stand up and say: “What do you mean, you don’t read? Are you INSANE?” But I didn’t do that. No, I did what any other respectable writer would do, I yanked out my iPhone and began filling my notes app with their conversation.
“Oh gosh no, I just can’t concentrate for that long. I mean some books are 500 pages! Who has time for that?” She went on. “Really though, even if I did have the time, why would I want to read a book that long? I’ve got better things to do.”
Even if I wasn’t a writer and a voracious reader, I still would have been speechless. Seriously? Reading is a waste of time??
It got me thinking.
The perception of reading is a varied one. One that is generally learned from childhood. If you are introduced to reading in a positive way as a child, you are more likely to love reading as an adult. If not..well, you’re missing out on a truly incredible part of life.
One of the main reasons, if not the main reason I read so much, is because of my mom who ALWAYS reads. She recommends books, passes them down to me and had me reading novels at a very young age. I was taught to love books by example. And what an important example it was and continues to be. I wouldn’t be a writer if I didn’t have a genuine love for books.
So although it has been said before, I have to say it again, hats off to JK Rowling and Stephanie Meyer for gaining an enormous wealth of young readers. Regardless of whether you are or aren’t a Harry Potter or Twilight fan, these authors both did something very special.
They got millions of kids to read. Millions. And they changed the view of reading from something kids thought was a boring waste, to something they thought was cool and important and fun.
They changed the way generations of kids view books.
And thank goodness for that because as writers we need as many readers as we can possibly get.
An incredibly sad today for those of New Zealand. My thoughts and prayers go out to all those affected by this tragedy. Godspeed to you all.