On a whim, slowly I reread The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle, a chapter a day as a part of my morning routine. Every time I read it, something new pops out at me. This time it was this quote by the talking skull:
“You can strike your own time, and start the count anywhere. When you understand that—then any time will be the right time for you.”
As someone who is overly fond of New Year’s Day, the first of the month, Mondays, and blank pages, I would do well to learn this myself.
(The quote isn’t in the movie, but can I post about the talking skull without including a clip? No. Here he is voiced by René Auberjonois.)
"My life’s a shambles. I need pie." *
I’ve spent the majority of the last ten years working as a full-time writer without pay or promise of pay. Indeed, most of the feedback I receive regarding my work is of the negative sort. I have no medical/dental benefits, no 401K. There’s no home/office dichotomy. I can never "go home" from work. If I take a sick day, I’m still at work.
Don’t get me wrong, I *am* living my dream. But sometimes, I need pie.
Pie is very important, whether it’s literal pie or figurative pie. To me, pie is what’s needed to keep going when things get rough. It’s a break. It’s a recharge. It’s a little comfort when the week included writer’s block, an allergy attack, a rejection letter, and a broken toilet. Sometimes, sitting down and having a piece of pecan pie à la mode and coffee is the best option. And, heck, sometimes pie is going out for a run on a beautiful day, or spending the afternoon in a dark movie theater. Or picking up a book or having a beer with friends.
When life’s shambles, don’t forget the pie.
* Between the above quote, "I like pizza. I LIKE IT!", "We’re gonna eat a dolphin! " and several others, Multiplicity is probably my most quoted movie.
I’m too tired to expound further on the past two days. Perhaps I’ll rejoin the world tomorrow. Or rather, later today.
In retrospect, this is the better Yeats poem:
I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world’s eyes
As though they’d wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there’s more enterprise
In walking naked.
Yeats seemed to have a thing for needlepoint.
Slippers. That’s why I’m a writer. No doubt about it.
— Robert Weinberg
We’re writers. … We’re egomaniacs with inferiority complexes…
“It is a sheer waste of time and soul-power to imagine what
I would do if things were different. They are not different.”
Working on Marie. The writing has not been terribly easy lately. Tough things are happening to poor Marie. I feel sadistic sometimes…the more I love a character, the more hell I seem to put them through.
“If you believe in what you are doing, then let nothing hold
you up in your work. Much of the best work of the world has been
done against seeming impossibilities. The thing is to get the
work done.” -Dale Carnegie
I’m doing several things at once. Write Marie, read e-mail, write LJ… Which is why two quotes have found themselves inserted into this entry and only 335 words have been added to Marie.
“You can’t count on your eyes when your imagination is out
of focus.” -Mark Twain
That’s a good one too.
I’ve been looking at some writing by a thirteen year old. It’s not bad…for a thirteen year old. She thinks it will be publishable. She has a long, long row to hoe and doesn’t realize it yet.
My back is much better today. I’ll probably go play disc tonight though I would like to take it easy with the running.
It’s warm today. Clouds rolled in last night, but all they brought was some humidity.
“If I had been born a man, I would have conquered Europe. As I was born a woman, I exhausted my energy in tirades against fate, and in eccentricities.”
Marie Konstantinovna Bashkirtseff