Bonny the Shih Tzu poses at the film premiere. No spoiled lapdogs were harmed in the making of this film.
Today Elsa and I saw Seven Psychopaths about a screenwriter trying to draft a plot surrounding the title. Oh yeah, he also inadvertently becomes entangled in the Los Angeles criminal underworld after his oddball friends kidnap a gangster’s beloved Shih Tzu. It’s one of the most wacky and innovative films I’ve seen in a while. I spent most of the movie marveling over the imagination of the screenwriter, Martin McDonagh. I highly recommend this film if you don’t mind a bit of blood. The violence isn’t really gratuitous; it’s just the way things are. You’ll understand when you see it. I highly recommend it.
The plot particularly fascinated me because of a plot I’ve been outlining for this year’s NaNoWriMo. The goal is to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days, hopefully something coherent and readable. Last year, I wrote in 10 days the Guy/Marian story, The Chest, posted later over Christmas week. This year I’m aiming for 1,500 to 2,000 words a day. So many words means I need a plot to keep the flow going. So, I’m dreaming up a mystery/psychological story. As usual, it’s becoming a bit complicated but I can never do anything by half. How do I jump from not blogging for weeks to writing 1,500 words a day you ask? Good question. I’ll keep you updated.
My real life situation has required decisions concerning excepting the status quo or standing and fighting. Fortunately, doing the latter stood out like a neon sign. The problem has been gathering the mental energy to go the long haul.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.
Of course, you don’t have to be spiritual to understand the sage advice. I’ve found the most difficult part is accepting things I cannot change. Letting go of the desire to control a situation I cannot affect in any meaningful way is humbling. This segues to today’s video, Let It Be, by the Beatles.
I’m still alive Dear Reader. Like a victim with a hypthermia, I’ve been marshaling all my mental energy dealing with a serious Real Life problem. It’s not how I pictured my transition, but there’s not much I can do about it right now. In a few months, there might be a bit of breathing room to accommodate other activities like blogging. A friend is coming to for some face time and powwows on how to wedge a tad more social interaction into the mix. This has always been the bane of my disorder; I critically need to engage with people, but it’s the first thing that falls by the wayside. Damnit.
My inner trio (Jada, Jodi and Quiet One) have decided to institute Plan B to get me going as well: Christmas. Yes, I’ve broken down and not waited for November 11th, Trinalin. Sorry. The holiday is playing on my iPhone. I’m seriously contemplating breaking out the Christmas blog banners. An elf has to do what an elf has to do. (Halloween has always been so unnecessary).
Also, my blog comments have decided to take a walkabout in my absence. I have no idea what’s going on now, but I’ll fix the problem this weekend.
I came across the following video by the late Alan Watts, advocate of the human potential movement. I again ponder what is the real meaning of success and satisfaction in life. The answer is easier said than done.