Okay, that was harsh. But it’s true. Like it or not, having honest critics who care nothing for your feelings read and give their opinions on your writing is a very, very good thing.
As writers, we deviate from the norm simply by doing what we do. Not many humans have the ability or desire to sit and write much of anything. But then there are those of us who choose to do it. We choose to use words, as a mason uses brick, or a potter raw clay, to craft poetry, or the [hopefully] realistic and interesting dialogue of imaginary people, or even non-fiction essays and instructional literature. We do it without knowing whether or not it will have any effect at all on another person, or the world around us. We do it for the simple love of doing it. Because we can’t NOT do it.
Sounds like a wonderful, organic concept, yeah? While writing for the sake of writing can definitely be incredibly therapeutic, no matter the form, for some of us, there comes a point when the entire experience becomes complicated by the idea of publishing. And this is where too many writers get ahead of themselves (myself included).
I remember the excitement of the first letter of acceptance I received for something I wrote. I was maybe 14 or so, and had sent a short poem I’d written as a school assignment for Earth Day off to the address in one of the tiny ads in the back pages of my “Bop” magazine.
Ok so…I’d never seen the video for this song before I looked it up to post here. I’ll admit, it’s cute. But aside from the sweet visual representation and the catchy beat, I have to give a big, fat “WTF.” Yes that’s right. I have issues with this song that everyone else seems to adore. Please allow me to plead my case as you involuntarily bounce to the deceptively happy ditty above.
First of all, the situation here is pretty clear: this guy is out drinking while his lady sits at home. My Army guy would beg to differ, but IMO…not cool. If he’s out drinking, I want to be right by his side taking fireball shots too. And if it’s a guys’ night, you’d better believe that I’m finding some girls to make a night of it, myself. Screw sitting my ass at home alone!
Don’t get me wrong, I do know women who have no interest in going out to the bar with their guy, and savor the evenings they get to spend catching up on their reading and correspondence (i.e. scrolling Facebook and binge watching House Hunters on Netflix in peace), working on personal development (i.e. a long warm bath with a bottle of wine), or just some quiet contemplation (i.e. ONLINE SHOPPING). However, I’m sure that even the most independent woman would be somewhat perturbed to find out that her guy was responding to THOTs in the bar with the following…
It’s been a long night here, and a long night there
And these long long legs are damn near everywhere
You look good, I will not lie […]
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Call me cheesy, but this is one of my all-time favorite songs. Yes I know I'm a sheep, but YOU know you sing along too when it comes on the radio :P
Anyway, if you weren't aware, Journey has a new(ish) lead singer. His name is Arnel Pineda. He grew up as a homeless street kid in Manila. The band actually found him via YouTube, and the story of how it all happened is told in one of the best documentaries I've seen in a while. If you've ever tapped your foot or hairbrush-microphone-in-the-mirror'd to a Journey song, then US law requires you to watch Don't Stop Believin': Everyman's Journey (okay, so that's not true, but you should still watch it).
Rock on \m/
Tue, October 29, 2013 10:12 amComments are Disabled