Wouldn't You Like To Join Them?, East Shore of Oahu, Hawaii, May ‘08, artistic view.
This blog entry is going to be somewhat different. I usually write either in front of my computer or not too far from it. It is very convenient, fairly fast, and allows me to access all additional resources needed to publish my blog. Now I have made a small change, and bought a 5x7 inch notebook, and a Techniclick pencil. You already know what is coming, there will be more blogs written away from the desktop and much closer to the real scene. Well, almost. If I were to write what is realy happening in front of me, you would not believe anyway. A very young lady is studying heart and vain cross-sections, apparently something related to medicine. Now she came back after talking to someone outside on her cell phone. Then, what is so unusual? Nothing, except when you look at her, you are going to see her boobies first, then slowly everything else. There you go, it would not happen if I were writing the old fashioned way!
This morning on Twitter, I found a message that summarized how well known authors come up with ideas to write about, and subsequently how to write down what they came up with. Many of them take notes, carry a notebook wherever they go, or dictate to small recorders what is happening in front of them or comes up to their minds at that moment. Just gave you away a small notebook and pencil combination. If I find the link to that Twitter / blog reference that I read this morning, you can check it out for yourself.
At a restaurant, this evening, the music had some extra spice added to it, probably by a DJ, but I’m not sure about that. Every tune was somehow related to summer and beaches, 60’s and 70’s kind of Beach Boys music. Except that, and I am not making this up, the words were kind of – beach, beach, bitch, bitch. And the second song again went like that – beach, bitch, beach, bitch. A family sitting next to me also noticed something unusual, but did not do anything about it. Can’t believe that it is only the quality of the speakers, there must be some radio DJ behind it.
Also overheard how a mother talked about the length of her daughter’s skirt. “You know, she said, people may confuse you with a female dog?” Let us leave it at that.
It has been more than a week since I wrote any music. I am reading plenty of music related stuff almost every day, now need to go back to writing.
We can close at this, unless something else pops up in my head at the very last moment.
Blog: Alan Rinzler, Writing habits of successful authors I’ve known, http://www.alanrinzler.com/, 8/20/08.
