Tag Archives: Steinbeck

Inspiration, Outlines, and the Creative Process

I have said before that inspiration comes from within. I understand that many others have said such a thing, or implied prior to my arrival as a moonlighting , and as such, I don’t lay claim to the notion. If I were to check, the idea of inspiration, as it may apply to any number of things, is one that enjoys a universal ownership, a public domain of use. Not one person owns it; likewise, each would define it differently. Thus, as I say, inspiration ultimately comes from within an individual. Along the way, it will then be flavored and tempered by forces and influences within and then without that person. This then, would shape the direction, or perhaps the tone of whatever inspired work is in question. Continue reading

Patience, Reading, and Life

I have always believed that I am an impatient person. Nowhere is this more evident, at least in my adult life, than in my lack of reading. I have begun many books, though have actually finished very few. The problem is that if I am not completely taken in by something, I give up quite easily, and am willing to set it down, and walk away.

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Decisions, Change… and John Steinbeck

First Published December 9, 2014At that time, I was preparing to leave my 10+ year stint at Pepsi Cola, and strike out on this new adventure. Now, it seems like things are finally working out. But, it has been a bumpy ride! Would I do it again? Yep… According to what I wrote, I had no choice!!! Live and learn, and try to keep on living. And, “We shall soon see”

There are times when life, after a long while of being steered in one direction or another, begins to turn. Once the whole thing starts to waver, for better or for worse, it’s nearly too late to stop or regain the control which might have been once-held. Almost imperceptibly at times, especially in the beginning of change, the scenery doesn’t really vary, it only gets to be a deeper or possibly a lighter shade of blue… or grey– maybe a fading grey, as if the December sky herself had chosen to rain in that particular fashion which diminishes the sky and the earth all at once; until only a foggy haze rises up from what might have been, hanging in the frigid air… until it is whisked away by a hasty whisper of wind. Continue reading

The Truest Picture Comes With Age…

In my youth, there were 3 separate but intertwined themes, all of which weighed heavily against and stole from the other. The first would have been an inordinate amount of substance abuse; the second was The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger; and the third happened to be The Wall, that seemingly catch-all type album from ’79 by Pink Floyd, and many would later just claim it was by Roger Waters. However any of them happened, and in whatever order, it is interesting that the book and the album both centered around a borderline mentality, and in a way- were both dramatic works. The other, well… that was just a part of it that came with being young. Continue reading