There
was a real-life bunny in the yard this morning, he wore no vest, I saw no
pocket watch, and yet he seemed as though he were late for an
appointment.
I'm thinking this could be a very unusual world to live in if my brain were comprised half of Steven Kings and half of Lewis Carroll’s. It's all together possible that Zelda Fitzgerald had such a brain. She was a brilliant writer as well as a talented artist, but as viewed by society, she was diagnosed and labeled insane. She was locked in a room, treated, using the methods of the times, and died when the hospital burned down.
I expect more than half of those sitting in movie theatres allow themselves to be drawn into the action taking place up on the big screen. Of those, a good percentage walk away inspired. They picture themselves as the hero, or as one who would have seen the danger coming ahead of time and would have saved the day.
I am not such a person. I see the action taking place, but my inward eye also sees the camera man, the boom operator and dozens of crew members standing just out of view. I believe the majority of my life has taken place just out of view. Even my personality is off to the side just a little, and that's fine, I'm not complaining. Under the heading of, Self Discovery, I find that the bigger part of me is locked in a room somewhere, and I'm pacing back and forth smelling for smoke.
I have always had that sense of urgency, which I believe has negatively affected my writing over the years. I never really had anything to say but felt I better get it said quickly. Therefore my pieces have been short, perhaps abbreviated to the point of confusing.
I do not compare myself with Zelda's talent, nor do I believe it to be my destiny to die in a locked room, unable to escape the methods of the times.
What does concern me, however, is what is just out of view.
I'm thinking this could be a very unusual world to live in if my brain were comprised half of Steven Kings and half of Lewis Carroll’s. It's all together possible that Zelda Fitzgerald had such a brain. She was a brilliant writer as well as a talented artist, but as viewed by society, she was diagnosed and labeled insane. She was locked in a room, treated, using the methods of the times, and died when the hospital burned down.
I expect more than half of those sitting in movie theatres allow themselves to be drawn into the action taking place up on the big screen. Of those, a good percentage walk away inspired. They picture themselves as the hero, or as one who would have seen the danger coming ahead of time and would have saved the day.
I am not such a person. I see the action taking place, but my inward eye also sees the camera man, the boom operator and dozens of crew members standing just out of view. I believe the majority of my life has taken place just out of view. Even my personality is off to the side just a little, and that's fine, I'm not complaining. Under the heading of, Self Discovery, I find that the bigger part of me is locked in a room somewhere, and I'm pacing back and forth smelling for smoke.
I have always had that sense of urgency, which I believe has negatively affected my writing over the years. I never really had anything to say but felt I better get it said quickly. Therefore my pieces have been short, perhaps abbreviated to the point of confusing.
I do not compare myself with Zelda's talent, nor do I believe it to be my destiny to die in a locked room, unable to escape the methods of the times.
What does concern me, however, is what is just out of view.
1 comment:
A Beautiful Mind is what you have and the name Zobostic also starts with a "Z" like Zelda and you have tons and tons of talent! You are unique and clever and funny and different. OK - I'm prejudice!!
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