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Parkinson’s, Tequila, and Tolkien #amwriting

Most writers are hobbyists. This is because if one intends to be a full-time writer, one must have an income, and frankly, very few authors support themselves by writing alone.

My Writing LifeTechnically, I am a full-time writer. For about ten years after I retired from corporate America, I had regular office hours for writing. Nothing lasts forever, and now I am drawing on the habits I developed during my years as a hobbyist. I write when I can and devote the rest of my time to caring for my family.

It is easy to fit short bursts of writing into my daily schedule. When I was younger, I wrote at work while on break or at lunch. Sometimes, I was able to dedicate a block of time for writing by rising two hours before I had to depart for work. But usually, I wrote after the dishes were done and the house was clean. If I skipped TV, I could get a whole scene on paper.

A happy life is all about balance. I arrange my writing time around whatever the calendar says is scheduled.

IBM_Selectric (1)So, let’s talk a little more about what we write. Most of us don’t intentionally write to preach to people, but the philosophies we hold dear do come out.

Some people see good and evil as black and white. A person is either good or evil, with no middle ground. Cartoons are wonderful because often they’re a simple story of good and evil. Many times, a cartoon is precisely what I want at that moment.

Many of my favorite authors are vividly aware of the gray area between good and evil. They write engaging novels exploring that concept. Sometimes, I’m looking for that sort of story.

Whether we are aware of it or not, our life experiences and our societal and religious beliefs emerge in what we write. This is why authoritarian governments ban books they don’t (or can’t) read. Exposure to a broader world of ideas and values undermines ignorance. An educated population is difficult to manipulate.

Subconscious fears of climate change, anxiety about a society on the edge of collapse—these subliminal uncertainties fuel post-apocalyptic storytelling. Our hopes for a better society come out in our plot arcs and world-building.

In many ways, writing is undertaking a pilgrimage.

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Detail of mural by Ezra Winter illustrating the characters in the Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

People go on pilgrimages for many reasons. Often, they’re in search of moral or spiritual wisdom. Sometimes, pilgrims go to a location that has significance to their beliefs and faith.

Other times, the pilgrimage is an inner, symbolic journey. I find creating a world and writing a society involves a good, in-depth examination of my principles and values.

People are often changed by a journey to a different place and seeing how other people live. We evolve as human beings through our experiences and interactions.

Writing has the same effect on us as if we had journeyed to a far land and experienced a new culture. In the process of writing, we explore events that affect our emotions and challenge our values. We brainstorm our principles and philosophies.

My Coffee Cup © cjjasp 2013We each grow and develop in a way that is unique to us. Sometimes, we are hardened by our life experiences, and our protagonists have that jaded sensibility. Other times, we accept our own human frailties, and our protagonists are more forgiving.

J.R.R. Tolkien wrote fantasy showing the evil the world was capable of in the first part of the 20th century. He also laid bare his hope for a better future and understood how the masses are swayed by charismatic leaders. Tolkien recognized the tenuous difference between that which is right and moral and what is expedient and easily glossed over.

He understood how societies lie to themselves and justify their actions.

In The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien put a face on the Engine of War. In our real world, the Engine of War is an evil that seems unstoppable, an endlessly hungry entity made up of faceless soldiers acting on commands given by faceless leaders, committing unspeakable violence against faceless people.

Wars can be fought on another front—my spouse has Parkinson’s. I see that battle not from the side of the military forces but from the side of the people upon whose lands those battles are fought.

Ice_cubes_openphoto_croppedThe battles we fight on the home front don’t have to be serious all the time. Sometimes, they can be hilarious. When your spouse has Parkinson’s, life is like a blended margarita, as seen from the ice cube’s perspective.

One minute, you’re sitting in the ice cube bin with the other cubes, everyone acting cool.

The next thing you know, someone drops you and a few of your friends into the blender and then throws Lime Juice in.

Lime looks a little startled, but nothing gets her down for long. She’s a master at keeping things zippy with her tart sense of humor. You’re relaxing with the other cubes, chatting with Lime.

Then, Tequila drops in, and it’s all good—your fellow cubes love Tequila and Lime. Here comes Triple Sec, and now it’s a party. You’re all just sitting around, chilling and flirting with Lime, Tequila, and Triple Sec.

caloricclassic  red blenderSuddenly, some joker turns the blender on, and everything goes to hell. They turn it off, and you think, “Okay, disaster averted. It’s gonna be okay.”

But no.

It’s on – off – on – off – on – off – so chaotic you can’t keep up with it. At the end of it all, you and your fellow ice cubes, along with Tequila, Triple Sec, and Lime, are like Fukushima after the tidal wave – a slurry of confusion and terror.

Then, to top it off, the joker who ruined the party pours you into a glass and adds salt to your wounds.

You know you’re gonna die, but you’re still cool. In fact, you’re Stevie Wonder cool.

Blended_MargaritaLife is like a blended margarita. It’s all in how you look at it, so stay cool and enjoy the party for as long as it lasts.

And let those life experiences fuel your writing.


Credits and Attributions:

IMAGE: Ice Cubes, Wikimedia Commons contributors, “File:Ice cubes openphoto.jpg,” Wikimedia Commons, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=File:Ice_cubes_openphoto.jpg&oldid=796010605 (accessed February 4, 2024).

IMAGE: Detail of mural by Ezra Winter illustrating the characters in the Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer. Library of Congress John Adams Building, Washington, D.C.Wikimedia Commons contributors, “File:North Reading Room, west wall. Detail of mural by Ezra Winter illustrating the characters in the Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer. Library of Congress John Adams Building, Washington, D.C. LCCN2007687083.tif,” Wikimedia Commons, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=File:North_Reading_Room,_west_wall._Detail_of_mural_by_Ezra_Winter_illustrating_the_characters_in_the_Canterbury_Tales_by_Geoffrey_Chaucer._Library_of_Congress_John_Adams_Building,_Washington,_D.C._LCCN2007687083.tif&oldid=727674759 (accessed February 4, 2024).

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#FineArtFriday: Wanderer in the Storm by Carl Julius von Leypold 1835 (a second look)

Karl_Julius_von_Leypold_-_Wanderer_im_SturmArtist: Carl Julius von Leypold  (1806–1874)

Title: Wanderer in the Storm

Date: 1835

Medium: oil on canvas

Dimensions: height: 42.5 cm (16.7 in); width: 56.5 cm (22.2 in)

Collection: Metropolitan Museum of Art

What I love about this painting:

This painting completely describes typical January weather in the cold, dark, and stormy Pacific Northwest—wind and rain and rain and wind. Winter is in full swing, a few degrees warmer this week than last, but dark, cold, and wet. Hopefully, we will avoid having more snow and ice, but it’s only January. Anything can be lurking around the corner.

I love the dark and moody sky that von Leypold paints for us. It has movement, a sense of life, of wind and rain gathering momentum, a small pause while it builds toward a tantrum of the wintery kind. It feels heavy and oppressive.

One can almost hear the water lapping at the shore. Beyond the muddy lane, the trees are like me, old but strong, holding their barren branches defiant before the storm. They seem to shout, “We will bend but never break!” and by bending with the winds, those trees will survive to see yet another blossoming of spring.

The ancient stone wall stands firm, still doing its duty despite being long neglected and left to ruin. It refuses to abandon its purpose, although it no longer remembers what that might be.

The man trudges purposefully, despite the wind that whips at his long coat. Does he feel the cold, or is he walking quickly enough that he is warm? And where is he going? Who is he so intent upon seeing that he would brave the storm on foot?

More importantly, does danger lurk around the corner? Will he be safe?

There is a story in this painting.

About the Artist, via Wikipedia:

Carl Julius von Leypold (1806–1874) was a German Romantic landscape painter known for his painting, “Wanderer in the Storm.”

Von Leypold studied landscape painting with Johan Christian Dahl at the Dresden Academy of Fine Arts between 1820 and 1829. From 1826 onwards, Caspar David Friedrich influenced his choice of subjects and painting style. His landscapes are characterized by “a painterly, but at the same time sharp-brushed style, in which high painting culture is combined with Biedermeier objectivity.”

On March 5, 1857, he became an honorary member of the Dresden Art Academy. [1]


Credits and Attributions:

Image: Wanderer in the Storm by Carl Julius von Leypold PD|100. Wikimedia Commons contributors, “File:Karl Julius von Leypold – Wanderer im Sturm.jpg,” Wikimedia Commons, the free media repository, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=File:Karl_Julius_von_Leypold_-_Wanderer_im_Sturm.jpg&oldid=675091985 (accessed January 5, 2023).

[1] Wikipedia contributors, “Carl Julius von Leypold,” Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Carl_Julius_von_Leypold&oldid=1095364695 (accessed January 5, 2023).

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