Stories and plays have entertained us for centuries. With a story comes characters. Fictional characters written on page, embodied by actors, but which our imaginations breathe life into. Because there is this intertwining or collaborative effort of a story between storyteller and audience, elements of the story may look a bit different for the two. Sure, the storyteller may have created a character but it is the audience member that gives the character life. And once an audience member gives a character life, they gain ownership to do with it as they please. Apparently.
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Waiting
I have a new book of poetry that I need to publish. It will be called The Accidental Poet volume II. Basically it is a collection of my poetry since my last poetry book came out several years ago. This one took a little longer to fill since I cut my poetry posts from twice a week to once a week. I guess you could say it took twice as long to fill, you know, if you were good at math or some strange thing like that.
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Last August I turned half a century. For those who are trying to figure that out, it means I turned 50. I hear you. Fifty used to be old to me, also. But now? I’m not going to lie to you. It is old. My body is constantly telling me it is. Let’s just say, the original parts are starting to show some wear and tear. And some are actually giving out completely. Which is totally not cool at all but as I say, it beats the alternative. So, in that spirit, here are some things I used to be able to do.
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There is a common conception about hell and what it will look like. You know what I’m referring to, the fiery pit somewhere below the earth. It is designed to resemble the worst case scenario to motivate us all to be good. But if you really want to use scare tactics on me, you’re going to have to create a little different picture. My hell does not look like that infernal pit. My worst case scenario does not look quite like that common visual.
Continue readingPractice makes…more practice
I enjoy public speaking. But I don’t get to do it enough so I have set about creating ways to practice. My hope is to one day find a way to make a living using the skill. Until then, I keep thinking of ways to develop the skill. One way I have started this summer is by doing live video chats and other video spots on social media. I don’t expect anyone to notice the videos but when they do I’m not sure how to follow-up.
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There are a couple of trees up the street from where I live. Every spring they blossom with white flowers. In the fall, the leaves turn red. The colors of the seasons are eye-catching but what really gets me is the spring scent. The only fair comparison is it has to be what heaven smells like.
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Know what that is? It’s a fear of dolls (of course it is). Why do I know that? Because I looked it up. Why did I want to know? Oh, that’s the story now, isn’t it?
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I have always held a fair amount of curiosity. While I was never smart enough to understand or retain the things I learned, I still liked learning. The big picture always held a certain allure. The reason something ticked interested me. I just enjoyed knowing the why.
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When I was a young girl, I watched Bill Cosby’s Himself comedy special. Maybe that was not the sentence I should have started with considering his fall from grace (which still hurts just a little bit that he turned out to be America’s favorite dad…with psychopathic tendencies. I digress. This isn’t really about him but about his job. He looked like he had so much fun on that stage telling stories that I wanted to do it as well. I wanted to stand on a stage and tell stories that made people laugh. Just to be clear, I only wanted to emulate the comedy part, not his secret double life thing. Except I wanted to do it better because he laughed at his own jokes. I would not. I would play it straight. I wanted to stand on a stage, tell jokes, make people laugh. That would be the perfect job.
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“Oh, to be [fill in with any age you wish to be].” What age did you say? What, in your opinion, is the perfect age to be? Personally, I can’t answer this question simply. My response in typical me fashion tends to be a bit complicated. Sure, I can tell you what I deem is the perfect age but I have to break it down.
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