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It rarely appears in any book on writing, creative or otherwise, how important it is for the creative folk among us, whether yours truly or #advertising dynamo #DonDraper in #MadMen, to be able to have a recreational outlet that allows you to relax enough during a long stretch of intense storytelling to recharge your batteries. Or, just take it down a notch, get out of your own head and turn your brain off for a bit and reboot later. I'm near the finish line of the most important writing project I've ever been involved with, one that, if well-received by a certain party, could, literally, change my life in very fundamental ways. For the better! But even though 99.9% of it is written/edited, I keep spending lots of time each day sounding it out in my head, reading it to a mirror to check for tone and flow w/my VO voice. Just as was the case w/ Don in some of the best episodes of Mad Men's last season, when he drove West to get some #wanderlust out of his system after the post-merger ennui w/ McCann Erickson, I unwind with water. A swimming pool. Fortunately for me, for the next 9 days, 'til I have to move out from the #HollywoodFL home I've been living at for most of 2018, I have access to a swimming pool just outside of my bedroom door that can help me...if not exactly meditate, at least clear the cobwebs and distractions and help me stay in-the-zone. (Yes, just like my January 2000 trip to the Courtyard by Marriott on Olympic in #BeverlyHills, opposite a Ralph's grocery store, where poolside writing on Sunday mornings with delicious bagels and a copy of @variety was heaven compared to being back in snowy #DC.) I expect to be finished w/ the writing/editing on Sunday -my latest moving goalpost of a deadline- and I can already guess how often I'll be taking the pool plunge this wknd, in-between #WorldCup2018 action and clever, wry and heartfelt observational writing. Intended for the eyes of just one person. One very, very important person. It's the best stuff I've ever written, by far, more honest and self-effacing than ever, but there's only one person's opinion that matters. Despite my own great confidence, that one person isn't me. Good luck, me!
Owing to the fact that #sublime is my favorite compliment to hand out, and only on rare occasions, until further notice, the very picture of #sublime is actress @jenna_coleman_ who has been such a revelation to millions of people around the world playing the title role in @victoriaseries #Victoria. Wow! I can't even imagine another actress doing what she has done with this role, with context, nuance and subtle glances, since in her role, she rarely can touch another person outside of her family, so the kind of physical interaction other normal people can engage in, she has to signal thru a look, a glance or a glare -and a few apt words. :-)
"Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase." - Martin Luther King, Sept. 1962. #MLK I was a young kid living in #Memphis with my family that April night in 1968 when we returned home from a trip to #McDonalds and like so many nights before, I raced to the TV set in the living room to beat my two younger sisters to be the one who turned on the TV. As my parents walked in and settled down on the family couch, to see what was on TV, literally, within one minute, came the Breaking News that Dr. King had been shot elsewhere in the city. And the news only got worse as the night went on as news soon confirmed that Dr. King had died as a result of the assassination attempt, and soon there was widespread looting and violence in Memphis, the very things he had adamantly opposed. Eventually came the news that the city was under curfew, and sometime before midnight, because my family lived in a new-ish apt. complex that was on the same road as the nearby Armory, my parents and I and many of our neighbors watched in silence from the sidewalk/curb as tanks driven by members of the mobilized National Guard drove towards downtown Memphis, because the city's powers-that-be had decided that this would show the people who was boss. As my mother tells the story, one of my neighbors remarked on the irony of U.S. Army tanks being used to try to stop violence by Americans who were upset about the murder of a great man who had won the #NobelPeacePrize. It was the first time I remember ever hearing this strange word: #irony.
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