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Five Favorites

Following in the footsteps of the lovely (seriously lovely, have you seen that picture of her with her new baby?) Hallie Lord, here are five things I’m loving right now:

1. HOT DOGS

hautedogsHaute Dogs, to be specific. I have been long haunted by the memories of a hot dog shack I frequented while living in Austria, and this is the only place I’ve ever encountered that comes even close.  As much as it kills me to say, having loved the Austrian Wuesterhutte*  for so long, I think these are better. My husband came home for lunch today with a Korean Kimchi Dog and a Cheesey Dog (and by “cheesey, I mean CHEESEY) and I was in heaven.  Heaven.

2. This scriptwriting software through Open Office

openofficescript

Writing screenplays is a hobby of mine (I know how pathetic that sounds.) The problem for a while was, keeping the format right in Word was nearly impossible but I didn’t have the bajillion dollars it takes to buy scriptwriting software.  After exhaustive research (translation: whining to my husband, who then did magic stuff on the internet) I gave this free program a try and I love it.

3. Apropos of #2

I just finished a script, and I think it turned out pretty well.  I entered it in the Nicholls Fellowship competition, and I have a teeny fraction of hope that this one might make the first cut.  Here’s why I am so hopeful:  my husband, who is my harshest critic in the best sense of the word, was impressed after reading the first draft. I have already achieved my main goal with this thing.

4. Speaking of my husband

I came home from an afternoon spent catching up with an old friend to find these on the kitchen table:

yellowtulips

These are an approximation of the actual flowers, because it takes too long to upload pictures on our laptop.

Wonderful man! They are bright, and spring-y, and make my kitchen feel pretty.

5. I am not a wine connoisseur.

I just like what I like.  However, it’s fascinating how different red wines can be, depending on where they come from.  Right now, I can’t get enough of GSMs from France, light and mineral-y and just delicious.  Completely different from Argentina Malbecs (which I also love, don’t get me wrong!)  Anyway, those mineral-y reds just make me happy. That’s all.

BONUS #6.

If you, like me, are interested in reading screenplays, here’s a treasure trove of great movie scripts!

*I think this name is probably completely wrong.  My memory is not reliable.

Unedited ramblings on a Saturday Morning

I am conflicted about this blogging thing.  I’m not sure how committed I am to sticking with it.

The problem is, I really think of myself as a creative writer.  Coming up with works of fiction is what makes me happy, keeps me grounded, and helps me work out what it all means.

But it takes so much work.

I’m more of a re-writer, actually, than a writer.  The first draft is a long, tedious slog for me as I essentially just work out an outline for what I want to do.  It’s inefficient, but it’s the only way I can do it.  Re-writing, though, fills me with confidence and energy.  I am an excellent editor of my own work;  if a passage or a line that I am particularly fond of doesn’t serve the story – poof!  Gone.  It’s my superpower.  It’s the one area in my life where I feel really competent.  I love chiseling away at an idea, finding the perfect way to best present it, delving into characters and discovering how they really work.  I love it!

But it takes so much time.

Time, for the uninitiated, is not something you can find in spades when you have a family.  Well, at least, not if you are an inefficient sort, as I am.

Blogging is a great compromise, a creative outlet that makes less demands time-wise.  Every time I work on a post though, I have a creeping uneasiness that my time would be better spent on other types of writing.  I have a fantastic idea for a screenplay (believe me, I know how stupid that sounds!) that I haven’t begun work on because I’ve been using my snippets of spare time to prepare stuff for this blog.

I think it comes down to this:  what does God want from the need to write He has given me?  Creative writing is what I am best at, and it’s what I most enjoy…..but it just sits around my computer once it’s done.  I don’t “do” anything with it, partly because I don’t have the time and partly because I am sensitive to criticism.

If I write a short story in the empty woods, does it make a sound?

Am I meant to make a sound?  I mention not having a barbaric yelp in my first post, but that wasn’t entirely true.  I think I do have one, I just don’t know if it’s meant to be heard.  Maybe I’m meant to slave over something I love without accomplishing anything, like the father with his piano in The Tree of Life.  Devotion without mastery is something powerful, I think, in the eyes of our children.  And the value of things that are never fully realized in this world is a theme that tends to run through just about everything I write.  It’s clearly something carved deeply in my heart.

So.  I don’t know.  There are some things I’m interested in exploring (like why I like the Song of Ice and Fire books so much, even though the racy parts are so shocking I never recommend them to Christian friends) and that I think are worth some time and effort.  Maybe I’ll keep this up, at least sporadically.  Maybe it doesn’t matter, maybe this is the empty woods, too.  It may be that there is where I’m meant to stay.