I have been attempting to write a musical now for several years. I actually finished a draft about 16 months ago, took it to a playwrite for critique. No glowing reviews. I am back at it again. My wife has given me until June 1st, 2010 to finish. I am not working on the plot and stucture. Ideas are flowing. As soon as I get the plot and stucture worked out, I begin writing dialogue and get it done. I have many ideas and music for future musicals. I just need to get the first one done and out there to see if I have the talent.
I am also working on my personal history and the personal history of my mother and father who have both passed on. I have a total of three aunts who will be able to provide details of my parents' early life. They are all older and I don't have much time to interview them for the history.
I am also learning the Spanish language. I speak pretty fluent French and I am trying to approach Spanish the same way-- through the verbs. I have three Spanish textbooks that I am reading in hopes of understanding the language.
My wife is writing a novel and I will help her with the editing. All of these projects are meaningful and enjoyable. Hopefully, one day they will be profitable.
While I have been writing some of the music for my plays, I am worried about finding a musical colaberator that I will work well with.
This blogging is a nice way for me to work out my thought process. Even though no one will read it, it's helpful.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Why do I not write?
Why do I not write? It is because I am consumed by all things but writing? I do what I desire to do. Do I not desire to write? Oh yes, I desire much to write. As a man thinketh so I think not to write. I am logical and as such, guilt makes me write, but I choose not to feel guilty therefore, I do not write. Effort is required to write and I choose not to exert. I have much ado about nothing therefore, as always, I will begin to write tomorrow. I have a friend who tells me not to write. My friend tells me to only look and listen. My friend is very selfish. My friend is entertaining. My friend expects nothing from me...because you see... my friend is... my TV.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Come home.
Dear Senator, Dear Representative,
Come home. You have been away to long. Come home, get a job in the private sector. Congress was not meant as a career choice. You remember what it was like to earn a living don't you? Come home, hire employees and create the one or two more jobs than you created during your stay in Washington. If you have been in your elected seat more than ten years, it is time to come home. Allow others a chance to serve. You have lost touch with me. You no longer represent me. Ten years is too long to wield the political sword. Come home. Power corrupts. Come home. I'm sorry for allowing you to give yourself a raise now and then. It was my mistake. Come home. Remember how our founding fathers served reluctantly with little or no recompense? They served for the sake of service. They served because they loved their country. Come home. Our president has called on all Americans to render service. If you choose to stay, service is the way. Give up your congressional salary and help reduce the deficit. If you need money to live on, a small living allowance will be provided. Need shelter? How about a one room apartment near the capitol? This will alleviate the need for a car and help lower your carbon footprint. Hungry? The capitol cafeteria is readily available with good hot food on those cold Washington nights. Set a wonderful example of service to your country. Lead the way or come home. Our country will not miss you, but I miss you so. Come home. Come home. Come home.
Love,
Your American Father
Come home. You have been away to long. Come home, get a job in the private sector. Congress was not meant as a career choice. You remember what it was like to earn a living don't you? Come home, hire employees and create the one or two more jobs than you created during your stay in Washington. If you have been in your elected seat more than ten years, it is time to come home. Allow others a chance to serve. You have lost touch with me. You no longer represent me. Ten years is too long to wield the political sword. Come home. Power corrupts. Come home. I'm sorry for allowing you to give yourself a raise now and then. It was my mistake. Come home. Remember how our founding fathers served reluctantly with little or no recompense? They served for the sake of service. They served because they loved their country. Come home. Our president has called on all Americans to render service. If you choose to stay, service is the way. Give up your congressional salary and help reduce the deficit. If you need money to live on, a small living allowance will be provided. Need shelter? How about a one room apartment near the capitol? This will alleviate the need for a car and help lower your carbon footprint. Hungry? The capitol cafeteria is readily available with good hot food on those cold Washington nights. Set a wonderful example of service to your country. Lead the way or come home. Our country will not miss you, but I miss you so. Come home. Come home. Come home.
Love,
Your American Father
Monday, January 25, 2010
Why I Write
Like Whitman, I will sing the song of myself, but not poetically. Like Byron, I will write of love, but not romantically. Like McCullough, I will write of history, but not historically. Like Keynes, I will write of economics, and I will do so economically. My view, thoughts, and feelings are for you to like, love, criticize, hate, and rebuke. Tell me when I misquote, misspell, misjudge. Correct my grammar, my diction, my analysis. I relish abuse. Not really, but often deserve it. Do you agree with me? Tell me and we shall side together, at least for one day. Now where do I begin? As always, I begin tomorrow.
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