The other day we rented two dvd’s. Love & Other Drugs and Black Swan.
Love & Other Drugs was a brilliant movie. It had enough sex scenes to double as a soft porno and I loved her boobs, but I believe that Anne Hathaway as Maggie Murdock should have at least won some sort of prize. I would have even given her an Oscar for her performance. She wasn’t even nominated in last year’s category. Instead, she presented the Oscars. And did a poor job of it.
On the other hand, I loathed Black Swan. I truly do not believe that Natalie Portman should have won the Oscar. Some of you might disagree, but winning an Oscar for having one facial expression through-out a movie is not an achievement. Just ask Kirsten Stewart, as Bella Swan, Kirsten Stewart as Kirsten Stewart, and Kirsten Stewart in any other role she has ever played. A character needs some sort of emotion, other than being crazy.
|Cue facial expression that doesn't change for almost 120 minutes|
I found the story to be utterly disturbing. I didn’t even watch the end of it. It was perverse, to say the least. That's my two cents on it.
But speaking of stories, where do you normally get inspiration to write? Do you sit in a park and people watch, perhaps a restaurant? I found that people watching doesn’t inspire me as much. Yes, I do get a few character traits from people watching, but then I get lost in watching the leaves billowing in the wind, or the doves picking up some leftover crumbs from yesterday’s tuna-and-mayo sandwich a little boy might have so recklessly eaten.
I also get utterly distracted by the lovely smells of food. Which means that I will lose the plot of people watching completely.
I find my inspiration for writing in the shower. No, not on the little scripts on the conditioner bottles, not in the way I like to take my shampoo from my head and try and blow little bubbles with my index finger and thumb and not in the way the water swirls down the drain.
I find it with my head entirely covered by water. I don’t know why or how, but the ideas just seem to stream into my head as warm water pounds on me and trickles down past my ears. This morning, as I showered, I thought about my story that I am currently writing. Let’s dare call it a novel, shall we? And I nearly thought up two whole chapters.
The funny thing is that I didn’t shower long at all. Say fifteen minutes at the most. If I keep on getting ideas like this, I will have a novel before the end of the month.
Oh, one last thing. Do yourself a favour and google Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros' Carries On. I love this song so much, it's on figgin repeat!! Let me know what you think of it.