I have been meaning to write this for a while now. But, like when you’re about to tell your girlfriend it ain’t working anymore and it’s time to go your separate ways, it hasn’t been as effortless to put pen to paper this time around. Turns out, some ends are just as difficult as starting something new. I need to get this out of the way though and just say it: Paris, I love you.
My dad was an architect. I asked him once, what he liked most about his passion (because for him it never was just a job, but a calling really). Without too much hesitation, he said he liked the straight lines.
Lieutenant Commander Dallas Drake, formerly of UNT Directory, leaned against his leg, his boot firmly planted on a lump of sandstone. Squinted at the clouds of dust and sand sweeping the violet-tinted horizon. Unconsciously, his hand fished for the pack of cigarettes he’d tucked in a side-pocket of his trench coat. Plenty of time for a smoke, he reckoned.
It’s probably safe to assume you all know life is a box of chocolates (unless you don’t like chocolate, that is). Boldly, I’ll take it a step further and say life is a box of adventures. You maybe just haven’t pictured it this way before.
And you need a Gandalf of your own to help lift the lid on it.
I’ve been to the movies with my lady (fairly) recently to see this film called La La Land. You may have heard about it. It’s been making quite the headlines for the past couple months. For good reason too, I think. It had enough good reasons to prompt me writing a new entry for Blank Page Down. But more on that after the jump (NO SPOILERS, guaranteed).
On a field of battle, it’s all in the details. There’s the details you see sharply and the ones can bring you a sharp end.
Writing has its fair share of difficulties, like any other occupation out there. It’s an exercise of will first, patience second. Imagination is the necessary foundation of your work, yet imagination on its own won’t carry you through if you lack the discipline to hammer your text into shape. One of the trickiest ingredients of discipline, at least related to writing, is learning to let go.
Standing in a battle line, crammed tight like salted cod in a barrel, you see your whole world through a new pair of eyes.
