Hold the presses. Stop the worrying.
Her picture book is absolutely, overwhelmingly beautiful and perfect. A work of ART in every sense of the WORD. (And I mean it. Even the words in the text are ART.) We wept as we studied the page proofs at our meeting this morning. It is that good. That Great. We should all find such treasure at the end of the rainbow. This book is a golden child and I can't wait for the world to read and see what I have read and seen. I am still floating on air, as if it were my own. (After living and breathing this book in progress for g-d knows how long, one does begin to feel a sense of ownership and protectiveness to a close colleague's manuscript!) And now...oh now it is truly a Book. More than anything I could have imagined with this ol' imagination of mine. Stunning. Stunning!
I am grateful for M's friendship and mind and spirit. She's waited a long time for this moment--and now the moment is here. It's dizzying. It's happening. And it is worth the wait. Bears and cubs. Tear down these walls. Get outside. Live. Be. Write!
I know the weather has been unkind to many of the writers in our community. I suspect you've all had more than your unfair share of snow, ice storms, blizzards, and drenching rains this past, endless winter. (Don't throw beans. We never had significant snow falls down my way. Not enough to close a day of school and hence we've accrued days off in April and May. Sweet.) It's the end of March and I predict hope is just around the corner. Think butter yellow, curling flowers and damp, cool green grass and open-toe sandals and skin the color of sand, not chalk.
To help you prepare for your imminent spring awakening, I celebrate Our Spring Training by gifting this amazing concert footage of Bruce on Aug 31, 2003, his last of 10 shows held at Giants Stadium (which houses the New York teams but "is actually in New Jersey!" as Bruce likes to tease).
What are you waiting for this spring? Fresh air, cool drinks with tinkling ice cubes, the sprite dance of butterflies in the backyard, blue skies and late sunsets? Are you waiting for a sunny day? You've come to the right place. Sit down. Feast your eyes on all this glory and joy and euphoria.
A Heads Up (er, actually, Heads Down, ahem) Alert for those out there who enjoy seeing Bruce wrap his wet legs around a microphone: Pay particular attention to the 4:44 mark and beyond. You can thank me later. ;>
Your head says winter but your heart says "Is it hot in here or is it just me?" ;>
Tick tock...
So? Did you watch the video yet? What are you waiting for? Wake up. Wake up!
It's Not Just You. Swear. Now watch. Do it for me. And For You. I bet you're feeling alllll better already. ;> (Remember: Moment 4:44 on the clip. Write it down. Pay attention. This is going to be on the test.) ;>
"You're off to great places. Today is your day.
Your mountain is waiting, so get on your way."
-Dr. Seuss, OH THE PLACES YOU'LL GO
- Location:Same Place, Same Bat Channel
- Mood:
flirty - Music:Springsteen (because I care enough to play the very best)
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"Music is, to me, proof of the existence of God. It is so extraordinarily full of magic and in tough times of my life I can listen to music and it makes such a difference."
-Kurt Vonnegut
"Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience, the poet, like an acrobat, climbs on rime
to a high wire of his own making"
-Lawrence Ferlinghetti
"Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is
self-doubt."
-Sylvia Plath
"There are three essential Commandments:
Respect The Elders.
Embrace The New.
Encourage The Impractical and Improbable,
Without Bias."
-David Fricke
(read as the preface to Vin Scelsa's weekly radio show, IDIOT'S DELIGHT)
"A book is like a man — clever and dull, brave and cowardly, beautiful and ugly. For every flowering thought there will be a page like a wet and mangy mongrel, and for every looping flight a tap on the wing and a reminder that wax cannot hold the feathers firm too near the sun."
-John Steinbeck
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Good answer, good answer!
I just watched it again. Forced myself. And a bonus for me: I JUST spotted a very dear friend at the 4:26 and 4:30 mark! Great guy in a white t-shirt bopping to the beat. Appropriately named Bruce. ;>
...all I gotta say, is that ain't NO real microphone stand....
Edited at 2008-03-29 02:16 pm (UTC)
What should I do? My illusions are being shattered left and right. Help me!
Love,
Pamela
p.s. I need a bigger allowance!
Okay, Kevin. I trust you. But (pouting, sticking fingers in my ears, la-la-la I can't hear you) I am going back to my fantasy that Bruce is a, ahem, dancer and I have a lot of dollar bills.... !!
that's all I'm saying...
That was fun!
And you're right, I do feel better!!!
Repeat as necessary.
And it is necessary. ;>
I'm feelin' the heat here in SoCal, too.
Whoo, baby. That Bruce has some mad pole-dancing skilz. He's hot, hot, hot, as is his sidekick, Clarence.
LOL at the water brigade near the end. :)
And congratulations on your friend's book. My first pb is being illustrated with final art right now, and I haven't even seen sketches. I'm nervous. So wonderful to hear how gloriously it's turned out for her! Yea!