NOVEL FILMS BLOGFEST

I’m pretty sure I’m signed up for this.  At least, I went to the site, commented, and thought I did everything right. Regardless, since L.G. Smith has dubbed me the blogger who writes explicit romantic scenes,J, I’ve decided that my first two picks will be of a more risqué nature. 

Book 1 that was made into a movie: LOLITA—a tale of passionate despair and guilty carnality.  This book was originally written in Russian, and Vladimir Nabokov will shock you.

             

The story starts with a college professor named Humbert who means to spend the Summer in New Hampshire before he’s expected to begin teaching at Beardsley College.  He searches for a room to rent, and Charlotte Haze, a sexually frustrated widow, invites him to stay at her house. He declines until he sees her daughter, Dolores, affectionately called "Lolita." Lolita is a soda-pop drinking, gum-snapping, overtly flirtatious teenager with whom Humbert falls in love.  It’s an inner struggle.  Although we realize it’s wrong for this man to feel attracted to this young girl, the writer wields the story in such a way that we feel sympathetic of the main character.  Lolita is such a tease.

                                  

Pick 2 book that was made into a movie: LADY CHATTERLEY'S LOVER. 




Lady Chatterley is a woman who marries a nobleman, Clifford Chatterley. Constance (or, as she is known throughout the novel, Connie) assumes his title, becoming Lady Chatterley. Lady Chatterley's Lover chronicles Connie's maturation as a woman and as a sensual being. She comes to despise her weak, ineffectual husband, and to love Oliver Mellors, the gamekeeper on her husband's estate. In the process of leaving her husband and conceiving a child with Mellors, Lady Chatterley moves from the heartless, bloodless world of the intelligentsia and aristocracy into a vital and profound connection rooted in sensuality and sexual fulfillment.  Yes, it's terrible that she leaves her wheelchair ridden husband, and it makes the reader want to curse her.  And yet she feels so trapped.  The author connects with the reader in such a way that you'll find yourself cheering for this poor woman.



This is only one of the many remakes. 

That's it for today.  Only two pics so no one overlooks them.  ...^-^...

WHAT'S THE PURPOSE OF WRITING?

Remember this picture.  Do any of you watch the Twilight Zone? 


I watch the marathon the 31st of each December while sipping wine and eating pizza, and each time I do, I find myself in awe of the writers. 


It is the best Sci-Fi/Fantasy combo I've ever seen.  Before Star Trek, Star Wars, Babylon 5 came Twilight Zone.

The twists keep you at the edge of your seat.  What luscious imagination.  It moves me.  The belief that there is something out there aside from reality as we know it has always rendered me speechless...and that's hard to do.

This particular episode is one of my favorites.  "The Eye of the Beholder".  This poor girl is beside herself with grief because she looks nothing like the majority of the other inhabitants of her planet.  They're all ugly creatures with pig noses, so they send her off to a colony of gorgeous people to live in exile.  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Another of my favorites is about a writer who brings characters to life just by writing.  They materialize before his eyes.  He's been married to a woman all his life...and he made her up.  Wouldn't that be totally awesome?!  I write, therefore I am...and so is he, and she, etc.

That's what I'd like to achieve in my writing, to make the story so real that the reader will get sucked in and not ever want to leave. 

Honestly, no one writes like the Twilight Zone any longer.  The main concern of each writer is with the market.  How can we get out books out there?  What do we have to change?  How many hoops do we have to leap through?  Is the market going to crash altogether and leave us using our manuscripts for wallpaper?  What happened to just write and darn good story?

So, any thoughts?  Any favorite episodes that spark your imagination?  Any bit of info you'd like to supply about anything?  Do you just want to chat?  It's been two days.  I'm jonesing.  :)

Have a great day everyone!

Today

For some reason blogger isn't letting me do a darn thing today.  Will post if it ever lets me.

Troubleshooting.

I was all ready to post something nice for you all blogger buddies today, but I've reached a small stepping stone that need handling.

No, it's not about blogging..I can ramble with the best of them.

I sent my first few chapter to critique partner.  She ripped me a new rear end...NOT REALLY.  She's been wonderful and professional.  I totally love her.

See, here's the thing.  When I started writing it wasn't with the intention of publishing, so I've been using Microsoft Works Word Processor.  (You know, the program that comes with each computer.)

The problem is that she uses Microsoft Word, and I've discovered the two are not compatible.

When I email my sample pages over, they look like they were typed by a two year old with a crayon.

While I work on getting MS Word installed into my PC at home, does anyone know how to make these two programs compatible without converting them to RTF format?

I will be late visiting blogs today.  Have a wonderful day.

What programs do you all use to write on?

WORDS THAT END IN ...AN

Word that end in …an.

This is for shits and giggles.

If I were a man

My name would be Stan

I would have a tan

With my wife Jan

If I were a man

I’d drive a minivan

Or cruise in a sedan

With my wife Jan

If I were a man

I’d turn on the fan

Or play kick the can

With my wife Jan

If I were a man

My friend would be Fran

We would swallow jam

With my wife Jan

If I were a man

I’d join a clan

And eat a lot of bran

With my wife Jan

If I were a man

With a short attention span

I’d be the one that ran

With my wife Jan

If I were a man

I would have known to ban

I’d have a better plan

With my wife Jan

If I were a man

I’d visit my Gran

And let her plan

With my wife Jan

ARGH…I CAN’T STAND IT ANYMORE. (Wait, did Jan just run off with Fran.) Banging head against desk now. Will have nightmares of words ending in …an.

Have a great weekend!

　

　

ABOUT YOU. FUN! FUN! FUN!

Remember when you were a kid and you liked to take time off to play?

No?

Well, it's time you did.

Thursdays tend to be terribly boring...so let's play...^-^... Play with me! Play with me!

I want to learn about you. If you'll all just answer as many or few of these questions as you'd like, we could learn more about each other and revel in the fact that we're all terrific.

I'll start.

　

1. Favorite color?....hot pink

2. One word you say frequently that finds its way into your writing?.....Actually.

3. Favorite drink?....water.....(ahem, the occasional glass of red wine)

4. Number 1 favorite movie?....Avatar.

5. Personal preference...blonde or brunette?....hmm, both, but not at the same time. 

6. Favorite vacation spot?...If I had my choice it would be one of those cool StarTrek hollow deck simulations....but Bermuda would do...always wanted to get stuck there.

7. If you could do one (only one) thing, what would it be?...tough one....so many to choose from....got it...fly into outer space....yeah.

7. What is something no one knows about you?....I was a security officer for a full year...all 5'4 badass me.

　

Enough about me. Tell me about you. Be creative....go with your gut...one word answers will suffice.

　

I appreciate every single one of you.  It makes my day to have you at my blog...so celebrate your greatness.

　

I was going to stick a game in here, but Blogger didn't like it...so enjoy some pics instead.  If you want the cute frog leaping game that requires that you have Excel let me know and I will email it to you.

 .....^-^...... Happy Thursday!!!

                                        This brings back memories.  Told my hubby I had red hair
                                        and green eyes when I met him on the net, oh, and I was 5'7.

                                          Not this one.  Leg humping is not for me.

                                                   Addicts? Can't say I've ever been addicted to balls.

Still trying to figure out what that 57 is doing up there...left it just for kicks.

See you guys tomorrow.　

　

　

ALEXANDER

When I was in sixth grade we studied ancient history, and I was introduced to Alexander. You know…this guy.

Oh, and about this thing:    this is way easy.  Nebraska is famous for it's corn..that's why our football team is called the Cornhuskers.  Don't blame me...I wasn't born here, and I grew up in Florida. :)

　

Don’t ask me why but I thought he was so cool. All I know is that I didn’t want him to die or feel unloved. To me he was a great general, so around that same time I wrote a story for him in the form of a poem.

　

Imagine my disappointment when this movie came out.

　

It was bloody and depicted him as someone easily manipulated. I hated it so much that I wrote variations to the story. In one of them he meets a lovely Egyptian girl. Unfortunately, I will not be posting any of those stories on this blog because material may be sensitive to viewers…that is readers. They don’t call him Alexander the Great for nothing.

What I will be sharing is that poem/story that I wrote so long ago when I was basically still a child. I had two poem books going at one time. The first was religious. The second I called Flesh. Bear with me. I didn’t edit any of this. It is exactly as I wrote it back then…and it is gushy as all hell. I try not to judge my writing from back then, but as everyone should know, teenagers experience some pretty strong emotions…specially when they’re going to grow up to be writers. I had to pause a few times to cover my face while I was copying it down…almost considered hitting delete. (See, they fall in love, he goes to war, he comes back, things are cool…you’ll see. And I obviously have a thing for green eyes.)

　

ALL’S WELL IN LOVE AND WAR.

Come fair Alexander, arise from your bed.
Your plentiful army awaits to be led.
Awaken beloved, open your eyes, let me behold their green.
I’m real my flaming cupid, not a silent part of a dream.
My loving Alexander, you’re awake at last.
I’m so very confused. It all happened so fast.
I’m like a kitten inside your arms ready to cuddle or hiss.
Yet everything seems to disappear when I feel your brutal kiss.
We must not linger here right now, my general in black.
Your army is awaiting you to lead them through this war and back.
Kiss me now my husband and then depart from me.
Then when we meet again we’ll make love in ecstasy.
Forgive me love if I have saddened you, but I can not help but cry.
You see, I fear an awful thing, that death darken your eyes.
He left, my Alexander, to fight an ugly war
And left within me the precious seed of a child that would soon be born.
In nine month’s time was born the child, his hair an ebony black.
His eyes as green as my precious love whom I hoped would soon be back.
Then came our baby’s birthday, a celebration sweet.
Yet I was always fretting. Would my love be obsolete?
Upon the door came an empty knock, and I sat steady as a rock.
I rose to my feet, opened the door, and felt the endless joy of a wife never scorned.
There was my Alexander, and he was free from harm.
He looked at me so lovingly, then took me in his arms.
Like thirsty animals we drank from each other in that long awaited kiss.
To the floor we fell, my lips still pressed against his.
We went on to fulfill that promise he made to me,
That if he ever returned we’d make love in ecstasy.
Still gasping on the ground, we heard a shriekish cry.
It was little Alexander who was ready now to dine.
There we were the three of us, a family not fake,
Sitting around the table, eating a birthday cake.
I put the little one to bed
And followed the general to where I was being led.
Within the blankets made of foam
My lover proved to me he had come home.