So Old They Are, So New to Me

As strange as it sounds, I happen to love musicals. There's a life within them that comes through the music and grandeur nature that makes them not only ideal for movies but also for life. Would it not be a grand thing if life were a musical? If everyone was able to sing with a wonderful voice, and when you started a song to know that there would always be another person there to finish it for you? They're such romantic notions. It's a very pleasing world to imagine though. I rather wish the world was more like these shows. I'm happy enough with it, but to think of such a place where adventure rides upon the melodies of the people, and with how different people are. It's a riveting idea. So many people, so many ideas, each pouring their souls into their words to be carried through the winds. That would be such a beautiful world.

Well, to serve as sort of a little monument to two people, one being Lizzie who greatly admires the next, Audrey Hepburn, I have now seen my first film with Audrey Hepburn. My Fair Lady is the film, our family was watching it together tonight and it inspired a literary notion within me. Such beauty should be captured I believe. If nowhere else, then here, a small praise for Audrey Hepburn. Thank you for sharing your talents with us.

Try Again

It's been a long time since I've last purged my mind of these billowing thoughts. People really have no idea how difficult it is having so many thoughts swirling around in your mind. It's a maelstrom of, while interesting, thoughts that can clutter the mind. Have you ever tried to keep focused when all you want to do is daydream? I've managed to master this technique but it's not much fun. Here are some fun stories that I want to write building themselves up in my mind during the middle of work/school/etc. and by the time I manage to get my hands on a pencil and paper the ideas are gone. Such is the same with the blog here, and why it's been collecting digital dust as of late. So much to write and by the time I log on, the ideas are gone. January was great, I'll hope to keep getting better at this and recording my thoughts, heaven knows my brain needs to unwind now and then. People would be better, but when you have the wackiest story ideas going through your mind it's kinda hard to pop off a conversation with that you know? Anyways, great to be back, hope to stick around.

The Bigger Picture

It would seem that the dry spell is over now, and my entire body seems ready to burst. The slightest things inspire me to the craziest of new ideas and new stories. For months I've had a thirst for writing and now it seems as though that need has been quenched. The writing has not been done, but the ideas. I'm no longer racking my brain for ideas to use with writing but I'm about to implode with the influx of ideas now assailing my brain.

Like a mural of life you see one end of the spectrum painted in bright colors and cartoon faces. There's sanctity there, and a safety there that preserves innocence until the mural moves down the line. The cartoons fade to black and white photos. The world is defined by the two ends of the spectrum, and all of the other colors have aged and are now faded into the many shades of gray. It's a stagnant room at first glance, but there's a freedom in the white and black. The black outlines that draw you in but the white spaces that set you free. Only in the light of a brighter white can you see the shadows fall upon her lovely face. Gray moves its way into her features and the beauty is captured in its simplicity, the most splendid beauty of all. Then, defying the laws of the world, a touch of red spreads through her cheeks. Its the years of love and romance, full of high hopes and dreams. Years that don't last long enough.

Speculation ends the moment that my mind is interrupted with a land mine. Explosions fill the air and large machinations are flying across an open plain. Strange creatures race forward, armed with peculiar swords and casting spells like the fantasy characters of old, and yet there's the splendid touch of science fiction to it. The flying ships, the peculiar dress, a mixture of two genres forming a new genre in and of itself. They blend together and you wonder how they could have ever been two seperate entities, isn't the blended frame more beautiful? It's a new genre, a genre where there are no limitations. Romance is not defined to love, horror is not defined to the monsters, fantasy is not confined to elves and dwarves, and science fiction is not confined to space. No, there are people wearing modern clothes, just touched up to look brighter and cleaner, wearing a sword at their belt. It makes no sense, just another day dream, and yet it fits altogether. Each genre was not a puzzle with unique pieces, each genre was the piece that fits together into a larger frame.

Can you see the Bigger Picture now?

Oh to which way should I turn? I think I have the answer now. So many genres called me down their paths, but I propose a new genre, one that contains the elements of all genres. Call it foolishness or what you may, but it's been my dream to see a more completed picture, not just in my imagination but in the world. I can't control either really, but only what it is that I write. It will be a raw form, all that I have worked for to be a better writer has come down to this. It feels right, it feels like me to be here: one hand secured on reality with the other secured into the idealations of the new and untold. They are not seperate things, they are each part of the whole picture. That's what I see, that's what I want to write. My mind will not be confined to any one narrow field, and I'll not exhaust myself trying to write each narrow field when I can incorporate each field into the large frame. At last, the Bigger Picture is mine to see.

And it's beautiful.