Posts tagged ‘life’s work’

June 14, 2011

the web we weave

A journey of a thousand sites begins with a single click. - Author Unknown

Over the years, I’ve given up smoking and cut out caffeine because they did more harm than good. I’ve dropped entire food groups because I am allergic to seemingly everything. I get my tans from bottles. I don’t do plastic bags.

I am a girl with few vices.

Perhaps that is why I get a little freaked out when my heart races upon realizing I’ve left home without my phone, or find myself feeling sudden doom when the modem is down. I can come up with a thousand ways to justify my need for these things and even complain about them (often), but really, I must confess, I want them in my life. I like them. Mostly.

At my desk writing, I find myself shuffling stations on Pandora, checking twitter periodically as I work, letting the dogs out and making some tea, sending emails, reading a few blog posts, checking the CNN feed and making a call, then maybe posting an instagram before I return to write once again. And if I need to run a few errands, well, the tweeting, the emails, and all that jazz come along for the ride. It’s all surprisingly calm and productive. It works.

It’s like some sort of postmodern dance, well choreographed and often inspiring. Except for the days when it’s more like a bad interpretive dance, more train wreck than ballet; when the writing just doesn’t flow and I lose that rhythm that keeps me moving from one thing to the next. And that’s when I need to get outside for a bit.

Outside. Fresh air. Breezy afternoons. Vitamin D. I don’t do that enough. Go outside just for the sake of the outdoors.

Most days it’s that techno-waltz, from work to web and back again. But those walks really do make a difference.

I wonder what is happening to our brains? It’s like multi-tasking has replaced single-tasking entirely. Most days we multi-task. And some days we’re super-tasking. (If you can come up with a better word for multi-multi-tasking, let me know. I don’t know if it exists in our 21st century lexicon although it absolutely should.)

Internet, sometimes I hate you so much I think we just need to break up. Because when I find I haven’t been able to get anywhere with what I’m writing and I decide to spend a few minutes online and those few minutes become two hours, well, you win.

Or maybe not.

It was Marthe Troly-Curtin and not Bertrand Russell who said, “The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time,” but it was Russell who said, “The modern man thinks that everything ought to be done for the sake of something else, and never for its own sake.”

In that case, Internet, I win this round. Or maybe, we’ll just call it a tie. Now, take a walk. xo a.

(Thanks Peter, for encouraging me to read a bit more B. Russell.)

May 31, 2011

write, barbie?


Only in comedy does an obedient white girl from the suburbs count as diversity. – Tina Fey

Screenwriting is like writing in the sand with the wind blowing. - Frances Marion

Why didn’t they ever make Screenwriter Barbie? Was it because she didn’t have a uniform that required heels? Screenwriter Barbie would love heels (her Studio Pitch Meeting Outfit would come with a really cute pair of Marc Jacobs wedges, and her Movie Premiere Outfit with a killer pair of d’Orsay Louboutins). But while working she’d most likely be barefoot, sitting at her desk at home, wearing her own quasi-uniform of American Apparel leggings and slouchy tees (think writing, think loungewear). She’d come with a clip to pile her hair on top of her head and a cute pair of glasses. And maybe some teensy 3×5 cards that could be pinned on an equally teensy corkboard – but no scripts because the brads would just be microscopic.

We girls can do anything, right Barbie? Yes, we can. But, Hold On.

Hold on for one more day.

That song has been in my head ever since I saw Bridesmaids. Have you seen it? Go. Now. I’ll wait until you get back and we can discuss how SNL’s Kristin Wiig and co-writer Annie Mumolo are totally breaking the rules. They’re writing things that aren’t, supposedly, funny for girls to do. And they’re doing another thing girls aren’t supposed to do – make box office hits.

When ticket sales soar, other studios are apt to follow suit. This could be quite the time for women writing in Hollywood.

Reason #4,324 as to why I hope this whole 2012 prophecy thing doesn’t hold water.

In addition to Wiig writing/acting/producing Bridesmaids, women in film and TV are making headlines both onscreen and in print. The top five nonfiction New York Times Best Sellers this week include books by Tina Fey and Chelsea Handler.

Women are writing and acting and producing and winning awards. They are getting things made.

But women only make up about 17% of film and 24% of TV writers. With the ratio of working female screenwriters to male screenwriters, there’s a common misconception that women are working hard to join some boy’s club. Perhaps ‘reclaim it’ it is more like it.

My family has been making movies since before the HOLLYWOODLAND sign went up. It’s a history I know pretty well. But in college, I was amazed to learn how powerful women writers were in the early days of film, especially in the 1920s and 30s. Thrillers and dramas and comedies – women weren’t just writing women’s films. They were writing movies. Period.

(Something to sprinkle into your next dinner party conversation: From 1916 through the 1930s, Frances Marion was the highest paid screenwriter in Hollywood. A lady writer. Now, go watch Dinner At Eight. Or The Champ.)

I find it puzzling when it’s reasoned that more films by women aren’t being made is because women only write about ‘women’s issues.’ Writers make stuff up. It’s probably the best part of our job.

Screenplays about alien invasions, espionage, and nuclear meltdowns are generally written without firsthand experience. I’ve seen incredible films about a mother’s loss or relationships between sisters written by men. Making stuff up is not gender-specific. If we’re really good at it, you give us trophies.

And so, maybe, if the studios see that women can write male comedy (or whatever you want to call it), and that films about women sell tickets, then perhaps they’ll start reading more stuff by women, regardless of genre.

As three wise women once sang from mountaintop to shore, “Don’t you know things can change? Things’ll go your way. If you hold on for one more day.”

Maybe, just maybe, that day has come. xo a.

May 20, 2011

thursday purgeday: the type a who’d lost her way



If you want a golden rule that will fit everything, this is it: Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful. - William Morris

When Morgan started this Thursday Purgeday project, I was inspired. It had been awhile since I really took a look at this office I call home/home I call office (tomato, tomahto) and did some Spring Cleaning. I likened the Thurs. Purge to having a gym buddy, a way to pressure/inspire/drive me to tidy up a bit. (Tidy up a lot.)

Like a healthy diet/exercise combo, if I was inclined towards that sort of thing, it started off really well. I was shedding papers and clutter. Things were looking good. But now I’ve sort of hit a plateau. I was a Type A who’d lost her way, and now I’m getting back in the swing of things. But I’m not done yet.

I’m clearing out the files and drawers, shredding like mad, and embracing the feng shui principle of allowing good things in by making space for them.

Speaking of feng shui, after reading this article via @JenerationPR, I’ve learned my office is an utter failure when it comes to the ways in which you can embrace the ancient art. Total, absolute failure.

I don’t know if I believe in feng shui. But I don’t think it hurts to consider the possibilities.

Artistic inspiration comes in many forms, and I’ll take what I can get.

So, in the next few weeks I’m playing around with ways to let in more creativity, let go of more clutter, and maybe add a bit more fire, metal and water elements. Because it couldn’t hurt, right?

So stay tuned and please join in the Thursday Purge (click below). Because it takes a village to get any vacuuming done in this place. xo a.


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May 5, 2011

#happiness


Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close;

Something attempted, Something done, Has earned a night’s repose. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


I long to accomplish a great and noble task; but it is my chief duty to

accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble. - Helen Keller


In late 2009, a book came out called The Happiness Project, based on the blog of the same name. Excerpts and interviews popped up in magazines and on websites wherever I turned. And, in more than one instance I read that the author, Gretchen Rubin, found that making your bed was one small way to make the day brighter.

I hadn’t given it too much thought before. Most days I made the bed; but some days I didn’t. And yet, I started to do it each day with this new sort of mindfulness, and she was right.

With the bed made, regardless of how the rest of my day shaped up, this little corner of my universe was looking good.

Rubin was on to something. (Check out Rubin’s Happiness Project Toolbox, too. There’s some good stuff there, including a whole catergory just on lists…a site after my own heart.)

Sometimes it’s all in the little details, the daily rituals that give us a moment to contemplate and consider – like a cigarette break without the health hazards.

I wish I were a bit more exciting (read: athletic) and my rituals involved an hour’s yoga or a hike in the canyons, but truth be told, I work from home and, well, I tend to make the bed, go right down the hall to the office, and get started on the daily to-do’s.

When you find yourself at the computer most of the day, like I do, it’s kind of nice to have a some online rituals that give me a few moments to get out of my head a bit.

They’re like my own virtual coffee-cigarette-union breaks.

Every morning I go to the Greater Good’s Hunger Site, and from there I can click across their seven tabs to fight hunger, fund breast cancer prevention, feed shelter animals, provide children health care, give meals to veterans, share books with children in need, and protect the rainforest. It’s crazy what such collective mouse clicking can do in a single day. (FYI, 418,903 clicks on the Animal Rescue Site yesterday gave 251,342 cups of food to animals in shelters across the US.)

Most nights, before shutting down the computer, I head over to Pinterest to wind down with a bit of creative inspiration from friends and followers in the great big inspiration corkboard in the sky. (Hurry up, Pinterest app!)

Then, in something more akin to passing notes in class, I tweet.

Twitter feels like all the other work from home, social media, creative, blogger, fill-in-the-blank-types are in adjoining cubicles but we just can’t see each other. Like The Office, and the fail whale is our very own Michael Scott. Or was.

It takes willpower to not spend great chunks of the day reading blog posts and newspapers and magazines online. Willpower that is stronger on some days than others. But, even on those days where a quick blog read turns into an hour of links and newfound sites to love (and re-pin), and the to-do list is far from done, I can smile because at least the bed is made. xo a.

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