What If

I’m a What-If Gal.

My overactive mind is always taking a simple act like breathing and tossing in a “what if we were not meant to breathe the air, but to live in an atmosphere that resembled the amniotic sac?”

Or “what if the common cold was an actual cure for some fatal disease that attacks the body at least yearly?”

Or “what if all babies were switched at birth to prove the theory that if you live with someone long enough, you’ll actually start to resemble them?”

Let me tell you, I get very few hours of sleep and my anxiety level is through the roof.

For years, I thought I was just crazy. Now, I know I’m certifiable... but I wouldn’t change my loco-ness for anything. Maybe, just a good night’s sleep.

Miracle at St. Anna

So, this was my dream adaptation. I had even hoped to use it as my dissertation piece.

But, hey, it is what it is.

That said, I can’t wait to see the film. The author of the book, James McBride, has written the script, while Spike Lee directs.

I could fill this blog with my own political opinions and thoughts on the subject matter, but frankly, who the hell cares?

Yes, while I loved the story because of its underlying political and historical commentaries, I loved it more for bringing to life rich characters set in vividly mesmerizing locations. As I read the pages of St. Anna, I escaped from my world and was transplanted to a world I had never known, yet seemed so painfully familiar. I found myself longing to be an active participant of a place that even the characters wanted to escape. That’s powerful storytelling.

I have two other dream adaptations. I’ve started the ball rolling on at least one of them while inquiring into the other. As, I’m leaning more towards writer/director, I so hope Spike Lee and I don’t share the same love of literature.

Comfort Zone

Not too long ago, someone said something that really stuck with me. As my memory is ever slipping away from me these days, I can’t for the life of me remember exactly what it was. So, I guess it didn’t stick that well.

It had something to do with not staying in one’s comfort zone, and how it’s advantageous for people to feel uncomfortable in a room.

What my feeble little brain pieced together from his comment was that I must always look to challenge myself. This doesn’t just apply to my every day life, but it also means that, as a writer, I must go the distance.

I have always been the play-it-safe kind of girl.

Naw, that’s not true.

Stripping Down To Honesty

I’ve been working on my never-ending rewrite, and it’s kicking my butt.

I’m a rewrite addict, and I mean with everything. It takes me forever to respond to e-mails. I always find myself going over each word, each line, and each paragraph, making sure it’s the best fit.

I believe the reason I don’t blog as often as I’d like is because it takes an entire day, sometimes two, to write an entry I’m somewhat semi-satisfied with. Even once I’ve finished writing, I have the hubby read it over for grammar, spelling and punctuation.

Why?