I’ve always thought of TV and movie stars as these almost mystical people that lived in a magical world. They may as well be dragons and unicorns because they lived in a world that was impossible for me to be a part of.
With the coming of HD TV broadcasts not only has it left me in awe at the clarity and realism it brings but also shattering my illusions of actors. Watching HD TV makes you feel like you’re right there on the set and watching as they film it.
I could see actors with their imperfections that regular TV had kept hidden. What, celebrities with flaws? Preposterous! Yes, these are indeed real people who have worked hard at their craft. They weren’t grown in a test tube in a mad scientist’s lab or taken from a magical land of make-believe. They’re just humans not gods.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Looking at the Glass
I am an optimistic realist. There’s a constant tug of war going on in my head. Even though I look at the glass being half full I also know that there is the possibility of the glass tipping and it will then be completely empty.
Throughout my life I’ve dreamt of doing many things such as playing electric guitar like a rock star, being a professional artist with his own studio, traveling the world, and making millions of dollars. As the years pass and the older I get the dreams start to fade away.
When I was in high school I was all set to graduate and go to Art College to start my career as an artist. That dream was promptly shattered when my parents told me that I was a fool for thinking I could make a living as an artist and I should learn a trade like carpentry instead. They’re old-school Portuguese that respect hard work and supporting your family. As far as my parents were concerned, artists just didn’t fit that mold.
As I was continuing my education as an electrical apprentice I continued to buy art books and take various art classes trying to keep my dream alive. But, eventually I got impatient with my skill level as an artist and my passion for drawing died out. I did, however, become a licensed electrician. My parents were so proud.
I also tried taking guitar lessons but I couldn’t afford them for too long and quit after a short time. The sad part was that even though I learned only rudimentary stuff on the guitar I enjoyed playing very much.
As the years passed the opportunities to reach my dreams came less and less. I’ll never play in a rock band, work as a professional artist, be a millionaire or travel the world. That’s the reality and there’s no sense in dwelling in what I can’t do.
Even though my optimism has been constantly challenged by my realistic thinking it refuses to die. In fact, a strange thing has happened to me. Coming to the realization that my old dreams are gone just makes room in my life for other dreams which are much more attainable. I still want to be a writer, play guitar, and draw but I won’t make a living from it.
Writing is a passion of mine and I really enjoy it. I hope to possibly get published someday. Even if I don’t, just having my friends and family enjoy the stuff I write makes me happy.
The same thing goes for playing the guitar and drawing. I know that I’ll never reach the professional level but I’m doing it because I love it. If I only have time to do it occasionally it’s okay because I haven’t given up on it.
So, instead of looking at the glass half empty I’m just going to pour the water into another glass. Now where did I put my Looney Toons glass?
That’s all folks!
Throughout my life I’ve dreamt of doing many things such as playing electric guitar like a rock star, being a professional artist with his own studio, traveling the world, and making millions of dollars. As the years pass and the older I get the dreams start to fade away.
When I was in high school I was all set to graduate and go to Art College to start my career as an artist. That dream was promptly shattered when my parents told me that I was a fool for thinking I could make a living as an artist and I should learn a trade like carpentry instead. They’re old-school Portuguese that respect hard work and supporting your family. As far as my parents were concerned, artists just didn’t fit that mold.
As I was continuing my education as an electrical apprentice I continued to buy art books and take various art classes trying to keep my dream alive. But, eventually I got impatient with my skill level as an artist and my passion for drawing died out. I did, however, become a licensed electrician. My parents were so proud.
I also tried taking guitar lessons but I couldn’t afford them for too long and quit after a short time. The sad part was that even though I learned only rudimentary stuff on the guitar I enjoyed playing very much.
As the years passed the opportunities to reach my dreams came less and less. I’ll never play in a rock band, work as a professional artist, be a millionaire or travel the world. That’s the reality and there’s no sense in dwelling in what I can’t do.
Even though my optimism has been constantly challenged by my realistic thinking it refuses to die. In fact, a strange thing has happened to me. Coming to the realization that my old dreams are gone just makes room in my life for other dreams which are much more attainable. I still want to be a writer, play guitar, and draw but I won’t make a living from it.
Writing is a passion of mine and I really enjoy it. I hope to possibly get published someday. Even if I don’t, just having my friends and family enjoy the stuff I write makes me happy.
The same thing goes for playing the guitar and drawing. I know that I’ll never reach the professional level but I’m doing it because I love it. If I only have time to do it occasionally it’s okay because I haven’t given up on it.
So, instead of looking at the glass half empty I’m just going to pour the water into another glass. Now where did I put my Looney Toons glass?
That’s all folks!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Changing Gears
I think its funny how when you start a project, like this blog, you have certain ideas in your head of what you’d like to do. Like most of the plans I make it is always subject to change. And it has changed.
I won’t be posting segments or details pertaining to the stories I’m writing. As much as I’d like your feedback I have to protect my work before anyone can view it. Even a novice like me occasionally comes up with a great idea and I don’t want anyone to swipe it. It may sound silly but even though my little corner of the writing universe is small it’s all I have.
I will, however, be posting reviews, opinions, and general stuff that happens to be rolling around in my head. Just bear with me since I’m not a professional writer, I just play one on TV. Just kidding.
I won’t be posting segments or details pertaining to the stories I’m writing. As much as I’d like your feedback I have to protect my work before anyone can view it. Even a novice like me occasionally comes up with a great idea and I don’t want anyone to swipe it. It may sound silly but even though my little corner of the writing universe is small it’s all I have.
I will, however, be posting reviews, opinions, and general stuff that happens to be rolling around in my head. Just bear with me since I’m not a professional writer, I just play one on TV. Just kidding.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
There’s a little secret that most professional writers won’t tell you about writing – you have to do research. Unless you plan on writing about an imaginary place with imaginary people you’re going to have to do some research if you want your story to be believable. I hate research.
I have quite a few story ideas. The most recent one involves characters entering a Mayan temple or tomb. I hate to tell how many hours I spent online trying to find photos and articles about the subject and only scratched the surface. I was so frustrated with all that research that I actually walked away and started building on another completely different story.
The more I get into the creative process of writing the more I appreciate all my friends who are writers that consistently put out great stuff and make it look so easy.
I have quite a few story ideas. The most recent one involves characters entering a Mayan temple or tomb. I hate to tell how many hours I spent online trying to find photos and articles about the subject and only scratched the surface. I was so frustrated with all that research that I actually walked away and started building on another completely different story.
The more I get into the creative process of writing the more I appreciate all my friends who are writers that consistently put out great stuff and make it look so easy.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
I hate seeing talent wasted. I’ve met so many great people online who are talented beyond belief. Some are already established in the industry while others struggle so very hard to get that break that they desperately need and sometimes never get. I’m not stupid and I do realize that there are countless reasons some make it and others don’t.
There really should be justice in the universe where a person’s determination and hard work should be equal to his success. Those that don’t put the work into their craft shouldn’t get the free pass of being in the right place at the right time. Luck, can suck sometimes.
There are so many less-than-talented people out there who make movies, make comic books, write books, design video games, etc. How many times have I caught myself saying out loud, “My friend can do so much better than that”? Yet, those people are successful and my friends are working paycheck to paycheck trying to pay the bills and still keep their creative dreams alive.
There has to be a better way.
There really should be justice in the universe where a person’s determination and hard work should be equal to his success. Those that don’t put the work into their craft shouldn’t get the free pass of being in the right place at the right time. Luck, can suck sometimes.
There are so many less-than-talented people out there who make movies, make comic books, write books, design video games, etc. How many times have I caught myself saying out loud, “My friend can do so much better than that”? Yet, those people are successful and my friends are working paycheck to paycheck trying to pay the bills and still keep their creative dreams alive.
There has to be a better way.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Who is this guy?
I’m not a professional writer or artist. I just happen to be an average guy who happens to have half a brain and is filled with the desire to create. Too many of the ideas in my head go unused and therefore whisked away to the void. It’s a shame. This blog is my small way of getting some of those ideas and thoughts into a place that can be saved and hopefully enjoyed by others.
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