At age 7, I used to lay on the grass lawn of our suburban home, head cradled in my hands, staring at the clouds drifting past. I was acutely aware of the sounds reaching me and they would begin pulling pieces of me to their sources; the dog behind the house barking, above and to the left a small plane passing by, the swish-swish-jerk of the sprinkler across the street, the passing cars, and in the distance a tractor trailer roaring past on the highway.
On summer nights, when it was too hot to sleep in the beds, my father would leave the front door open and lay out bamboo mats on the living room floor. I would lay for hours taking in the night sounds. There was a party going on several blocks away and suddenly, I was there, dancing to the music, wandering around the party, only to sneeze and find myself back on the living room floor.
Or the sound of the train whistle from several towns away would have me wondering where it was going. Where would I want to be going at this time of night on a train? I couldn’t wait to grow up, to get out there and explore the world of these sounds.
When I reached my teens, I realized that I could chart my own course towards futures that used to seem out of reach. I devoured piles and piles of books, building new worlds inside myself, and forever living in this imagined but very real future.
As I grew into a young man, I continued living with this future focus. It astounded me to see others glide into new abilities and graceful poise with ease. I continually felt “late.” It was like everyone else got the invite a couple of years ago and I just found out about the party. I was always feeling like a “late bloomer.”
A sense of being out of sync continued. But it swung the other way. I was in constant angst, frustration and impatience for the future to hurry up and arrive! I dove into technology, innovation – anything ‘new and improved’ caught my eye. I lived on the bleeding edge of innovation, always the way-early-adopter and impatient for the rest of the world to catch up.
Other times I would be walking down the street and see someone looking at me. I would see them and think, they look kind of familiar…where did I see this person? Awkward. They would turn out to be someone I worked with at a job just last year and would be miffed I couldn’t even remember them.
And then I met M.
She was my opposite in so many ways. I didn’t think too much at first, but within a week, I was smitten, enchanted; I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I loved the way she would stop me in the middle of one of my “big fascinating idea rants” and say, “Don’t you love how those flowers smell?”
“What? What flowers?”
“On that tree we just passed.”
“Um. Oh yeah.”
At first, it would drive me nuts when I was talking about some big amazing new idea that was oh-so important and her eyes would drift over to a baby in a stroller walking past. She would start talking to the baby and I would just stop and wonder, what was I saying?”
After a while, I did start to notice these “little” details. It was like I was so far in the future that I couldn’t even notice the present.
It’s been over two decades since beginning my re-entry into the “real world.” A part of me still feels like I’m late, but in the last few years, I’ve begun to get this sense that perhaps I’m a bit early.
You know that Seinfeld episode where Elaine is dating the bald guy? Jerry says, “What is he, from the future?”
A strange story prompt that can really get you outside of a rut, is to write from the point of view of an inanimate object. Bring it to life. Anthropomorphize a mailbox, a building, an elevator, or a tourist attraction. The latter was the prompt that led me to this little story.
By Andrew Ingkavet
Hey there! Welcome aboard. I got a question for you. What’s the first thing anyone coming here wants to do? No answers? Come on think a little bit. It’s your first time in the fragrant harbor, what are you going to do? Give up?
You’re going to ride me. That’s right, good old HKF. Yeah sure there’s plenty of fancy shiny buildings, the Giant Buddha, the Peak and stuff. The airport, that’s not an attraction, you have to go through it to get here. No, I’m talking about what’s the first thing people thing of.
Tooooooooot! Sorry, couldn’t help from tooting my own horn. He he he. Get it? Ha ha.
Yeah, you could say I’m not really a destination. I take anyone who comes on and take them to the other side. And sure, I’m visited everyday by millions, well, maybe not millions, it’s more like thousands. But back in the day, I was the only game in town. You couldn’t reach Kowloon or Hong Kong Island without getting onboard. And then when cars were starting to get popular, I would take them too.
I do miss them old days. I got to know everyone. Literally. Well, anyone who had to get out and about – the real movers and shakers. We had lots of Brits back then. Then, a boatload of “Phillippinas”, just the ladies, only a handful of the gents. Then we had a bunch of Indians and Pakistanis. They mostly hung out on the Kowloon side in the Chung King mansions. But occasionally they made the crossing to get to the court house for some infraction or to register a new corporation. The Yanks really never came here in any great numbers. Some of the Brits would say, yeah, most Yanks can’t go without their McDonalds. But we got a McDonalds right across from me on both sides. I think they’re just not the worldly types. Brits, you can put them anywhere and they’ll have tea time ready at 3 on the dot. They built me ya know, so I got a lot of affinity for them. Lots of the stuff around here was made by them. But they got pushed out in ’97. That was a while back. Now most of the fancy folks riding speak Mandarin. How weird. So polished and proper. Me? I like that gut-wrenching steel mouth Cantonese. It’s like their always arguing even if they’re just talking. So dramatic.
Nowadays, there’s the bridge, the metro, and even other water taxis. I’m kinda pissed about it, but what can you do. Progress! It’s lucky that they kept me going out of nostalgia. My old buddies the junks are pretty much gone. Once in a while I see one of them and it’s like wow, where you been? It’s always some billionaire’s wedding or some crazy new company outing that needs to have the old Chinese sailing junk.
I get my share of parties too. It’s kinda fun. They usually get some lame Canto-pop singer ruining my ears for awhile. I really love it when I get to give them a blast on the air horn. Whoops. That was a navigational necessity. It always throws them off because they can’t hear their backing track and they start flubbing the lyrics. Awful stuff.
Hey there’s one of them hydrofoils. They think they’re so slick racing back and forth to the casinos in Macau. Bunch of show-offs!
You may recognize the Hong Kong Ferry and some of the details. Yes, I lived there for about 5 years in the 1990’s.
Here’s a great little film that does a great job personifying some rocks with a great social commentary on man over the eons, Das Rad Rocks. Enjoy!
There’s a funny paradox about creativity. It’s more difficult to create if you have all the options in the world available to you. You know how they always say think outside the box? Well if you don’t have a box to start with, then you have no focus.
When I worked in advertising, there was always a “box,” rules to the creativity. And we hated it! We were dragged kicking and screaming, art directors, copywriters, designers, animators, all of us, to get back in the box. But the funny thing is, having a box makes it easier. The box was created by the client who wanted such and such target market and had to be yellow and used the latest lingo or whatever. Whatever it was, we pushed the limits of interpreting those rules and usually found a successful and creative solution.
By creating limits, you actually free up your brain to start making choices. In writing, I like to usually start with a mind map or clustering. I first came across this concept with Gabriele Lusser Rico’s excellent book Writing The Natural Way.
By writing a core concept in the center and then clustering ideas outward from there, you bypass the judgmental thinking into a more natural non-linear way of thinking. This used to be called right brain versus left brain, but it’s been discovered it’s a bit more complicated than that. But there are regions of the brain that are more linear and other more non-linear.
I use mind maps/clusters daily for everything from brainstorms on business problems to planning an event to creating music to writing lyrics to writing stories.
I recently joined a wonderful writer’s workshop run by NY Writer’s Coalition and the whole time is spent using writing prompts. This is just short timed writing periods about a topic chosen by the facilitator.
One fun prompt was “write from the point of view of a tourist attraction.” That was a rather unusual topic, but the stories generated were fun and truly unique dependent on the writer’s experience, personality and point of view.
The next time you’re stuck, use a writing prompt. The prompt is the box. You need to stay in the lines but really push it to the limits.
There are books of prompts, devices and even writing coaches who you can subscribe to to get a daily writing prompt.
“There’s cinnamon in there…sparkles and cinnamon.” M laughed.
I rolled over onto the New York Times Sunday edition spread out on the floor. The sun was streaming in and M was staring at me with a look of wonder.
“Your eyes are dusted with cinnamon and sparkles.”
“Really?” I fumbled for my glasses. I couldn’t see further than a foot without them. The room was dark compared to the sunlight stream I had been laying in.
I never liked my eyes. I always felt they were strange, weird, foreign. Growing up as the alien in a suburban neighborhood who had never seen anyone like me made me feel like a freak.
“Your eyes are beautiful.”
“Uh, no one’s ever told me that before.”
“Well they are.”
It was a hot summer and I was unemployed. I was filling my time with odd jobs off the books while collecting unemployment. I was also just embarking on a new journey as an actor. A world where knowing oneself, and truly becoming comfortable with myself was the key to success. And yet, I had still never really accepted my own looks. It was terrifying, and difficult. It was like I was doing everything to not be me. I had long hair down to my waist, I wore skull rings on all ten of my fingers, a black leather motorcycle jacket – to look fiercer and not weak. My music was all aggressive heavy metal.
But I wasn’t really this either. Inside I was all soft. I was curious, full of wonder, yearning to learn who I really was. I loved to laugh and even though my outside was like a porcupine with quills up, I was really desperate to be liked…or, gulp, loved.
“You are eyes are the best. Lay down in the sun again and let me look some more.” M giggled as she laid across my chest to gaze into my eyes. I could hardly see her as the sun was so bright. She kissed me in succession of gentle, soft lip prints in a line from my forehead down to my lips.
I thought to myself, “One day, I’m going to marry this girl.”
So working on my novel, tentatively titled Akamaea, I’ve come across the idea of a story bible. This what Orson Scott Card advises in his book Characters & Viewpoint.
“Keeping a bible helps make you aware of the decisions you’re making. The very fact of jotting down your decision makes you think about it again, allows you a chance to do some wondering, some questioning. Whether you do it right at the moment, at the end of the day, or the next morning, you have a chance to improve on the decision while the story is still fresh, before you have gone ten or fifty or a hundred pages beyond that moment.”
So what is it?
Basically it’s a notebook or a page or a file in your computer where you store all your pertinent decisions. It should be scannable and easy to see. I’ve set up mine where I’ll put the term first such as character name in bold and then a short fact or decision I made.
Here’s an example:
– Marley (12) – very insecure, jumpy, awkward, and nervous.
– Georgia (8) – younger sister of Marley, uber confident, popular, wears red bandana on her head all the time
I’ve started using an Evernote notebook for this. It’s an app that I can easily access it at anytime from any device whether it’s my computer, iPad, iPhone or even logging on from a public computer in a library. This could be useful if I’m struck with an idea to add to it or need to double check a decision I made before.
I’ll also put questions to myself in there which I’m discovering as I go along. Because I’m creating a fantasy world, there’s so much to keep track of: things like weather, vegetation, history of the inhabitants. What do they eat here?I’ll let that marinate in my brain for a while and the next day or two I’ll come back with an answer.
Orson Scott Card is most famous for Ender’s Game and the books in that series. He says he wrote the whole story in a matter of a couple of weeks! But, that was after years of thinking about, developing, designing the world of the story and keeping a story bible as he went along.
I’m working at being more open on my process. As I’ve realized that what I most enjoy reading about my favorite creators, whether they be authors or composers or painters or designers or filmmakers, I love to hear how they arrived at their solutions. So…gulp…I’m trying to be more open and vulnerable.
I have a mess of scenes and dialog and some characters for my novel in progress tentatively called Akamaea. It’s a middle grade fantasy novel where a young boy named Henry (12) and his sister Amy (8) get swept away in a freak tidal wave and end up on a lost island. The island is called Akamaea and is a magical place (of course).
Yes it sounds like a Robinson Crusoe story or maybe like the TV show Lost, but I do find myself resonating with those adventures on deserted isle stories. HG Wells’ The Island of Doctor Moreau and Lord of the Flies, why do all these interesting stories happen on islands?
In my researching this setting, I’ve been thinking about the whole genre of fantasy and the alternate universes. How did the characters get to their alternate universe? In The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe, the kids enter Narnia through a wardrobe. In the Wizard of Oz, the tornado lifted Dorothy away. In Alice in Wonderland, Alice falls down in a hole following a rabbit, who she saw in the real world! A modern twist on Lord of the Flies is the Mazerunner series by James Dashner where the island is a maze set somewhere and the boys enter this world without memory and via a mysterious elevator.
There’s always this door to the other world. The door in the Mazerunner is the elevator. Sometimes it’s a two-way door where you can easily go between the worlds. In Richard Bach’s One, a strange light flash during a small plane flight brings the protagonist, also named Richard Bach and his wife into a new world where they can touch down in alternate worlds. They can get back and forth between times by imagining the throttle of the plane in their hands. Lovely. In the film the Matrix, we have a direct descendent of Alice in Wonderland. Neo discovers that the real world isn’t real at all and he has to take a pill to get him to see reality.
“You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.” – Morpheus
Just the other night I saw a trailer for an upcoming movie called Tomorrowland which features an alternate reality entered by touching a talisman of sorts. Love it! I need to say that.
So why the need for alternate reality? Well, escapism of course. We need adventure. Wouldn’t you want to go visit a magical island with mysterious creatures? Life is a magical adventure has been my motto for 20 or so years. I’ll share more about what’s in my world of Akamaea tomorrow.
Last November, I finished the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo ) challenge successfully with 50,000 words. I knew it was just a start. It was a brain dump – a hazy idea of what could later be sculpted and crafted into a novel.
But what next?
I was a bit lost. Yes, I’ve read a lot over the years, but haphazardly. I didn’t have a great books list. I knew I liked fantastical stories and really resonated with HG Wells, Jules Verne, William Gibson and Kafka. I also love the magic realists Jorge Luis Borges, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Salman Rushdie, Italo Calvino. I also just love the wonder of Ray Bradbury, the adventures of Robinson Crusoe and the characterizations of Dickens. But I felt like I was trying to write a rock song having never heard Elvis. Or a symphony without knowing Beethoven. I didn’t have enough context.
I went to NYU for music and missed out on a lot of the great history and literature courses. I always felt that was a mistake and am thrilled to finally be correcting that. So I began searching for the 10,000 foot view. I usually look for the meta book, the one that will give me the greatest context.
I found a lot about writing mindset and technique which are great. But for historical context, I’ve found nothing quite matches the Great Courses (formerly called the Teaching Company). Thesea are college classes online which you can download to your smartphone or have on DVD, or CD.
So over the last few months, I’ve been inhaling vast quantities of method books, college lectures, historical overviews and source materials. Here’s a partial list of my consumption. I hope you find it helpful.
Story by Robert McKee – the classic. I read it over 10 years ago and recently repurchased as audio book. McKee is an actor and he really brings to life his sage wisdom. Highly recommended.
Plot and Structure by James Scott Bell – I’ve had this in my collection for over 10 years when I was originally creating a libretto for an original opera. That project is still gestating. But what a great book.
The Creative Penn podcast by Joanna Penn – Joanna is an inspiration for all writers. I’ve discovered many great resources on her podcast including Dave Farland – see below.
Greek Tragedy by Professor Elizabeth Vandiver – a little dry at times, but a fast overview.
Some short video clips from great writers like Robert McKee, Salman Rushdie, Paul Auster, Jonathan Safran-Foer, and others. Good for a quick hit of inspiration.
Story Engineering by Larry Brooks – I like how Larry has made this easier to visualize. You can also see hitpoints in every story, film, novel, whatever, based on his engineering blueprints.
History of the Ancient World: A Global Perspective – Professor Gregory S. Aldrete – If I’m going to be creating fantastical fictional worlds, I better know what the real history has been. This course is wonderful and well presented. 48 half hour lectures which you can binge on as you work out or clean the house.
Million Dollar Outlines by Dave Farland. Dave has taught writing to so many successful authors and makes so much sense in this book. I also heard his podcast interview at the Creative Penn. I was so impressed, I enrolled in his online course. See below.
If you have any suggestions to add, I’d be happy add them to the list. Write in the comments below.
And, if you find any of these helpful, some of them contain affiliate links so I receive a small commission. Just so you know.
It was a very interesting experience. No, it’s not like I can crank out a novel and then have it instantly for sale in a month. But having a discipline of writing a daily word count goal of around 1500 to 2000 words is extremely motivating. And, the group support and knowing that you’re not alone is invaluable. Basically, it’s a first draft of sorts.
How Did I Get Here?
Writing a novel has long been one of my hidden desires. I’ve taken writing courses over the years, read many books, took part in a writers weekly workshop and even wrote a libretto and music for an opera – still incomplete.
I have kept a written journal almost everyday since college. I have written publicly mostly in a non-fiction capacity beginning with music industry trade journals, fan magazines, MTV’s short lived MTV-To-Go and then writing scripts for The Headbangers Ball in the late 80’s early 90’s. I even wrote a financial newsletter for a while under the name Doctor Money. But, fiction is what I’ve always wanted to write, ever since I was 8 and I discovered how to lose myself in the worlds of fiction which was so much more interesting than my everyday surroundings.
[box] The Storyteller’s Creed I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge, That myth is more potent than history, That dreams are more powerful than facts, That hope always triumphs over experience, That laughter is the only cure for grief, And I believe that love is stronger than death. —Robert Fulghum[/box]
About a year or two ago, I had a short session with the famous author and psychic Sonia Choquette. Within the first 5 minutes, she said, “You’re a writer. You need to write.” Sonia is one of those gifted, loving spirits who can help you find your true life path among other things.
So taking her advice, I started writing first about myself, memories, things that affected me, kindnesses done to me and things that still pain me and I regret. It was a strange period of feeling the blood return to areas of my emotional body that had long been cut off. I had repressed so many painful moments that I was hit by a surge of memories of events I had long forgotten.
And then, I happened across the announcement for National Novel Writing Month. Here’s my chance!
[box] A people are as healthy and confident as the stories they tell themselves. Sick storytellers can make nations sick. Without stories we would go mad. Life would lose it’s moorings or orientation….Stories can conquer fear, you know. They can make the heart larger. —Ben Okri[/box]
What Did I Learn?
Because I didn’t have a clear outline of what my story would be about, I just had to write freely. I did have a character and some basic thoughts about an issue, setting, time place – a world; but there were many times when I was really just writing scenes that I felt were not really going to be included in the final edit. This was harder than I thought. I am someone who likes to get the big picture, plan it all out then go to work with as little waste as possible. But, to make the challenge, I had to go forth and write!
Pockets of Flow
By doing this daily, I did begin to experience what I think of as “pockets of flow.” It would usually be in bursts of 200 to 500 words in dialogue or a scene. A lot of times I didn’t even know who was saying these things, but I knew it would have to be said. That was interesting. I can only thank my connection to the source, the muse, my guardian spirits for opening these channels.
Showing Up Is 80%
By doing this on a daily basis, after about a week, I began to notice that my every idle moment I would start to daydream about my world, characters and stuff. I even began to dream about them. This is really cool! Because then it’s just like taking dictation. So, by making my “writer’s appointment” with my muse, he/she started to deliver. Hmm. I should just make a decision of is it a he or she? I think a He.
[box] Storytelling is the most powerful way to put ideas into the world today. —Robert McKee[/box]
Limitations Are Your Friend
Well I already knew this from my creative work in advertising, music, drawing, etc. By having a defined set of limits, you actually spur your creativity onward. So having to define some limits is the first place I set to work on. At first I wanted to make it like a parable, a short meaningful symbolic story. Boy that’s a hard thing to figure out. And as I free wrote, it kept drifting further and further towards a thriller of some kind. My protagonist was a young boy. At first he was 10, then 12 and now he’s around 14. So that too has shifted as I wrote.
Genre Is A Good Defining Structure
What genre was I writing in? As I explored further and further, I was finding myself in part thriller, part coming-of-age, part fantasy and then even drifted into writing middle grade humor scenes like Diary of a Wimpy Kid. I was a mess! All over the place!
About midway through, I took an online webinar on writing for Young Adult, Middle Grade and New Adult fiction. It was awesome. It’s similar to writing songs of which I used to do professionally. If you know you’re genre cold, then it gives you a limited set of choices. For example you wouldn’t start your teen pop song with a 3 minute guitar solo. That’s not part of that genre. Maybe if you were in a jam band genre like Phish or Grateful Dead, that would work.
So right now I think I’m in Young Adult Fantasy.
50,000 Words Is Just The Beginning
The NaNoWriMo event really was just a start to exploring what story am I trying to tell? Now, comes the crafting part of how am I going to tell it? What should I cull away? What should I keep? How can I weave in elements of the story in the beginning to create suspense and foreshadowing. It’s actually fun. But you still need discipline
Tools of the Craft
So as I explore these things, I’ve been going back to tools and books I’ve read and highlighted to death, such as:
Story: Substance, Structure, Style and the Principles of Screenwriting
by Robert McKee – masterful. I just download the audio book version. I had the print but it’s so dense. This i can listen to as I clean the kitchen. The master that has influenced so many writers and filmmakers. His examples are mostly from the world of film, but are equally applicable to novels. He also has an intensive 4 day live workshop that Quentin Tarantino went through among others.
Plot and Structure by James Scott Bell. Very clear, well written and helpful. I read this 10 years ago and still pull it out all the time.
Story Engineeringby Larry Brooks. A fantastic visual way to see the structure of successful stories. Actually he doesn’t ever show you the visual graphic. I think I will upload my own soon.
Outlining Your Novel by KM Weiland. This was written based on the principles in Larry Brooks’ Story Engineering and I think is clearer in it’s writing in many ways.
The Creative Penn – Joanna Penn is such an astonishing inspiration to me. She started from scratch 6 years ago and now is a celebrated best-selling author, speaker and presenter. Besides her super-informative blog, she also has an incredible podcast where she interviews all kinds of great authors, editor, book cover designers and keep you up to date on the worl do self-publishing .She was a champion of using book trailers to promote her books and wrote about my music licensing site 300 Monks Royalty Free Music, years ago. Thanks Joanna!
The New Yorker Fiction Podcasts– these are gems. You can hear great writers reading their favorite writers all of which appeared in the New Yorker. Short stories are a great treat and you can listen on your way to work or while working out. I’ve even re-started my subscription so that I can create a clippings file of my favorite excerpts.
Scrivener – This is an awesome text editor that is designed to help you write a long-form work like a novel or screenplay. And yes I took advantage of the NaNoWriMo winner discount which is 50% off.
[box] The universe is made of stories, not atoms. —Muriel Rukeyser [/box]
Last Friday, friend Tonya came up with an idea to reinvigorate our creative processes. We’re both creative souls and require daily nurturing, input and output. The idea was to work on 3 small areas of creativity because, as we discovered together, that the creative flow that comes about from actually doing the work is totally transferrable. In other words, if you are stuck as a musician, then perhaps work on a painting. Or if you’re having trouble finishing your Great American Novel, then perhaps it’s a daily doodle or restoring an old chair.
So I chose as my 3 small daily practices drawing, writing and reading fiction (which I never used to give myself permission to do!)
I read fiction by Dean Koontz, Edward Bloor, Ernest Hemingway, and Daniel Defoe.
Drawing A Hundred Heroes
This past week I did a daily drawing of one of my “hundred heroes.” I’ve had so many wonderful role models, mentors and teachers over the years, some who I personally knew and others who I’ve only touched from afar.
Here’s who I drew:
Day 1 – Robin Wiliams
The world is still in mourning for his loss. I’ll never forget how hard and loud I laughed when watching Mork and Mindy as a teenager. My neighbors must have wondered about the wild cackling coming out of the house.
Day 2 – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
It was as if the world was in black and white before I read One Hundred Years Of Solitude. Since then I’ve read almost all his books and was led into a world of magic realism and writing of others like Jorge Luis Borges, Italo Calvino, Salman Rushdie and Isabel Allende among others. It also helps that my late mother-in-law gave me this book and said, “Now that you are dating my daughter, you need to read this. He is the national treasure of Colombia.”
And what a first line for a novel: “Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.”
Day 3 – Alfred Hitchcock
I never went to film school, but watching Hitch’s films makes me feel like I should sign up today. So wonderfully artful and chilling! I also love the music scores by his many wonderful collaborators like Bernard Hermann and Alex North. Did you know that Saul Bass (another hero) actually conceived, storyboarded and directed the Psycho shower scenes?
Day 4 – Steve Jobs
Without Steve, where would I be? Where would we all be? I’ve been using a Mac since 1985 and went to one of the first MacWorld conventions. I’m an Apple fanboy if there ever was one. Thank you Steve for all you have done and continue to from somewhere…
I had some trouble with the eyes. I also realized that I made Steve look a bit like Freddie Mercury (another hero!)
Day 5 – Thich Nhat Hanh
I was trying to sign up for an acting class in the early 1990’s with a famous teacher in NYC. She had every prospective student come in and meet with her first and then gave us a required reading list. I thought, “how weird and presumptuous!” On this list were many books about self-growth, identity, new age stuff and The Miracle of Mindfulness by Thich Nhat Hanh. This book changed my life and continues to blossom within me. Years ago, my wife and I had the opportunity to go on a silent retreat with “Thay” (which is what we call him – it means teacher.)
By the way, I never took the acting class and can’t even remember her name. I thank you wherever you are!
I’m a self taught artist so I know there are some technical issues in these drawings such as proportion and balance. Anyway, it’s a daily practice and I think I’m getting better!
What practices do you do to keep your creative edge honed? I’d love to know. Share them in the comments below.
My head is high above the clouds. The air is cooler up here and there is a gentle breeze from my right. I can see down into the darkness the long string that is tethering me to my body. It goes down, down, down until it disappears into the dusky depths. Somewhere down below is my body seated in lotus pose. Or at least it’s trying to stay in that pose. It seems that lately it’s been easier. The clouds of thoughts drift by below. Far below I can just make out the lights of my ideas rushing past.
Sometimes I drop 10,000 feet in a sudden rush of forgetfulness and I’m in the traffic of my thoughts – loud, brash, stinky with fumes and the accompanying adrenaline rush that goes with it. But today, I’m staying afloat high above. It’s so quiet up here. It’s like the only thing that is here is the gentle wind and a slight whisper of my voice from time to time, checking to see if I’m really here.
Meditation is so strange. It’s like a stopping of time. I think today I’m closest to ever getting it all to stop. Other times I’ve thought I succeeded only to find myself deep in slumber, snoring and dreaming away.
I eat rice every week. It used to be every day. My digestive system seems to just work better with rice. I like all kinds of rice, from wild rice to long grain white and brown to sushi short grain from Japan, to red rice from Northern Thailand to yellow Dominican to soy-sauce and cilantro infused fried rice of Singapore… But most days, Thai jasmine is my favorite.
Every Asian family, and probably Hispanic too, has a large bag of rice somewhere in their kitchen or pantry. It doesn’t make sense to buy these small bags for ridiculous prices when you can get a 25 pound bag that will last your family about 3 to 4 weeks. The main issue is where to store it. In my apartment, it’s rather tight for space, so I bought a decorative brass bell that also conveniently hides a 25 pound bag of rice.
My mom used to make a delicious Korean Bulgogi that I would go and grill on the charcoal fire. I loved being involved in cooking. She would teach me even though I wasn’t doing it, just watching. But, then it was my turn to go and grill it. Luckily, because we all liked it well done, it turned out pretty good: crispy, blackened and burnt – just how we liked it! And mounds and mounds of white rice!
My mom used to make Carolina brand long grain white rice in an old rice cooker. It was white, a Sanyo, medium sized pressure cooker. And for a long time, this was my gold standard. When we ate in Chinatown, I was astounded at the difference in the taste and smell of their rice. My Dad used to say that’s because they don’t wash the rice. He would yell at my Mom not to wash the rice. I never believed him.
In college, I discovered a whole new world of rice. I ate in Dominican restaurants where the rice was salty and yellow with little pigeon peas mixed in. Delicious! Then, I discovered the longer almost bread-like basmati rice.
For awhile I lived in Asia. Some of my local friends called me a “rice bucket,” because I ate 4 to 5 bowls of rice with every meal. Later, I learned that that’s what they called a very lazy person.
While traveling in Vietnam in the early 1990’s, I rode a motorcycle across the rice paddies on the little mud lanes separating the marshy, swampy ponds. Rice was everywhere. It was even drying in heaps along the sides of paved roads and one could drive over it if not too careful.
Sometimes my Mom would cook rice not in the automatic rice cooker, but in a stove-top pot for “extra iron” as she said. This was very strange to me as she wasn’t cooking in an iron pot but a stainless steel one. Perhaps the basic thinking was sound because a cast iron pot is what they would use in ancient Korea.
She would burn the rice deliberately to get a crispy browned layer of rice at the bottom. By pouring some hot water over it, we had rice tea! The scraps of rice, hard and burnt, but so deliciously soothing. It was more like rice soup than tea. Sometimes she would mix in a mixture of roast barley or corn.
Korean comfort food. The equivalent of the Jewish Mom’s chicken soup.
My Dad taught me the Thai way to make rice.
Fill a pot halfway with rice.
Rinse and discard water and any husks, debris r
Refill until water line is one finger knuckle (about an inch) above the rice.
Cover and bring to a boil.
As soon as it boils, reduce heat to lowest simmer and let cook for 15 to 20 minutes.
I taught an Italian retiree the above method. He was ecstatic saying how much everyone loved it.