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Inspire, Perspire, Expire

10/14/2012

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As of now my It's All About You blog will be monthly. I've decided to go this way for several reasons. One is my personal situation at the moment means I don't have the time (or the energy) to keep chasing people to take part.

The second is that finding people is ten times harder than I imagined. While I wasn't expecting to be awash in people volunteering themselves, the fact is there's been hardly any who've done so: I've had to ask almost everyone so far. And that takes time and energy, things I don't always have at the moment.

Of course I knew from the start that I'd be spending a fair amount of time looking for creative people and chasing them up. Most have been kind enough to consent, a few didn't want to, and there's a few more that have said yes but are too busy right now. 

This may not be rocket science, but it is all a bit of an adventure so one must expect ups and downs. One thing that does surprise me is that more people don't want to get involved. Actually I'm quite disappointed by this as I thought that most creative people would jump at the chance of getting themselves some free publicity. Of course, people don't have to join in, and they also have to decide whether the effort they put in is worth the rewards. When I first started this there were no numbers, but I can tell you now that the average viewing figures for unique visitors is anywhere between 500-800 per posting, which isn't bad at all. 

Some people believe that they can't write for toffee, so have to overcome all sorts of negative feelings before they can put pen to paper, so there's clearly psychological barriers too. That said, I don't think most of us would struggle to write 500 words or so about our inspiration and work. Being creative means working hard, much harder than non-creative people imagine. You'd think that those of us who decide to take on the art and publishing worlds single-handidly are not afraid of writing so little. But you'd be surprised at how many very talented people have said that they'd struggle with the writing. Writers have no such excuse though - so I'm keen to find out why more writers don't jump in.

If you review the people who have taken part and the quality of their writing and their thinking, I think you'll see that anyone who participates is among good company. I do try to maintain a certain editorial standard but I am always keen to maintain the original work as much as possible. Allowing the writer to say pretty much what they want in their own way are key points for me.

One thing's for sure, the world of blogging is a live and on-going experiment. Yes, there are setbacks and frustrations, but there's also a lot of positives. It's been an interesting experiment so far, and I've learnt a lot from doing it. But the best bits have been reading about what inspires other creative people and knowing that the IAAY has benefited and encouraged other people with their creative activities. Which is all the inspiration I need to carry on.
Cheers.

P.S. it's never too late to join the IAAY, so get in touch if you'd like to be featured in the next posting. See the guidelines for more details.

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It's All About Inspiration

8/23/2012

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Welcome to IAAY number ten!

This week it's all about Australian guitarist Lincoln Brady, someone who not only performs other people's work (and pushes the boundaries of the classical repertoire off the edge of the planet), but also composes his own work. As a guitarist myself, I take my hat off to anyone who does both.

IAAY is published every Wednesday (yes, all of them), so there's plenty of time for you to join in too! Contact me via the comments section or via Twitter: @mickdavidson.


It’s All About Lincoln Brady
It’s All About Jan Freidlin

Hello, my name is Lincoln Brady and I am a classical guitarist living and working in Adelaide, South Australia. I’d like to talk about several artistic projects I’ve been involved with over the past four years.

During this time I’ve worked with the excellent Russian-born,Israeli composer - Jan Freidlin - premiering several of his new compositions for guitar:

  • Moon Triptych
  • TangO’Clock
  • Five Venetian Glass Poems 

Freidlin is a very prolific composer with a very poetic but accessible style. The above compositions are very different in terms of emotional content revealing a broad-ranging imagination and a great technical proficiency.

’Moon Triptych’ is kind of ‘serenade’ to the moon but with a deeply ‘existential’ feel. ‘TangO’ Clock’ is a musical description of ‘a day in the life of a tango dance teacher’, as revealed in the titles of the 5 movements: ‘Entrada at Sunrise’, ‘Morning Milonga’, ‘Tanghitta at Noon’, ‘Evening Tango-Vals’, and ‘Final at Night’.

“Five Venetian Glass Poems” is yet another contrasting piece – a meditation on the special poetry of the amazing glass-Art exhibits of Venice. The video clip of this suite is hosted on the website of the "Murano  Museo del Vetro” (a museum in Venice).

Each of my interpretations of these pieces appear on Youtube with exquisite picture sequences organised by the composer himself.

Last year, at my request, Freidlin generously composed and dedicated a piece for my guitar & flute duo (DUO ORFEO) called “Delphic Music Games in Three Events” for guitar & flute  & woodblocks - it was premiered at the Adelaide International Guitar Festival on 9th August, 2012.

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This year I’ve also resumed writing a composition project of my own – “Six Preludios” for solo guitar. They are written in a mainly traditional and romantic style. Although they have fairly formal musical structures they have a ‘personal’  tone – written more for pleasure  rather than attempting to make a big statement. I gave them Italian titles which just seemed appropriate and which alluded to classical music tradition:

  • Preludio Romantico
  • Preludio Molto Ritmico
  • Preludio Notturno
  • Preludio Vivo
  • Preludio Misterioso
  • Preludio Con Amore

‘Preludio Misterioso’ is probably the best one and it is my favourite. This piece uses a rapid right hand arpeggio technique which is used in many classical guitar compositions.

It was inspired by a piece by the American progressive- Rock band ‘Spastic Ink’ which only uses two pitches and lasts for an amazing four minutes! This technique is also used in classical music composition.

It’s called ‘Limited Pitch Class Set’ - the composer restricts himself to a small selection of pitches forcing himself to rely on other musical parameters such as rhythm, harmony, tone colour to create interest. My piece, though, employs five pitches, two chords, and lasts only two minutes!

You can find links to more of Lincoln's performances of pieces by other composers on his website.

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It's All About Inspiration

8/15/2012

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Welcome to IAAY number nine!

This week it's all about British writer and editor, Marian Newell, whose first novel was inspired by childhood memories of the Cinque Ports and their lurid smuggling folklore.

IAAY is published every Wednesday (yes, all of them), so there's plenty of time for you to join in too! Contact me via the comments section or via Twitter: @mickdavidson.

It’s All About Marian Newell
It’s All About Charles Dickens

A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens (1859)

 It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.’

This must be one of the greatest closing lines in fiction, quite an achievement when you remember that the book has a cracking opening line too. The words moved me to tears when I first read them in my late teens, and the nobility of the protagonist’s sacrifice retains its power for me still.

This book shaped my taste in fiction, making me seek grand themes and psychological depth.  Most of all, it piqued my interest in motivation. I want to get to know characters as if they were real people, and I want to understand what they want and why they act as they do.

One of the grand themes in this story is redemption. It asks whether a worthless life can be redeemed by a single noble act. It also invites us to consider whether the sacrifice has less value because the life is worthless, a burden to the man who sacrifices it.

The quoted words are finely crafted, using the literary device anaphora — the repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of successive clauses. This occurs throughout the book and underlines the recurring theme of doubles. There are the two cities of the title and the two characters so alike that they can be repeatedly mistaken for one another.

For me, though, the power of the quote is in the satisfying resolution it gives to the story. An ending that might have been unbearably sad is lifted by the fact that death holds no fear. There is utter confidence that the path taken will leave everyone, including the man who forfeits his life, better off.

A sense of closure remains important to me. I often find stories that end ambiguously to be unsatisfying. While recognising that there is value in personal interpretation, I usually prefer to know what the storyteller means rather than to discover my own meaning in their work.


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A Devil’s Dozen by Marian Newell (2012)

This, my debut novel, is a fictionalised account of real events. It describes the rise and fall of a smuggling gang that operated on the Kent coast in the 1820s. The tale demanded a strong focus on historical detail and actual incidents but my own interest was more in the nature of the fourteen viewpoint characters. I wanted to use fiction as a tool to look beyond the recorded facts.

It struck me that any group of that size includes a variety of people, doing similar things but for a range of reasons. Having read as much as I could about the time and place, I considered how the men might have differed in their backgrounds and circumstances. The motivations of the characters that I created range from need to greed, from the wildly irrational to the coldly calculated.

My story is unlike A Tale of Two Cities in that it has a factual core and doesn’t impose specific themes on what took place. However, and with no comparison to Dickens’ mastery of the form, I do see ways in which my work was influenced by his. Much of the impact of the sacrifice in A Tale of Two Cities comes from its unexpected source. Our expectations are often confounded: people we consider reliable may let us down, while people we dismiss may surprise us. I tried to cast against type when I allocated actions derived from contemporary local rumours to the individuals I had characterised.

Returning to endings, the optimism of mine certainly owes a debt to his. I was mindful of the importance of opening and closing chapters and considered my personal favourites. It was Rebecca (‘Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.’) and A Tale of Two Cities that sprang to mind.

My manuscript originally ended on a reflective and slightly sad note. During the editing process, I revised it to conclude in a more forward-looking way:

‘You sees that, boys? Paul? Tommy? You sees it?’

Tommy looked at Pierce, who closed his mouth and swallowed. They all stared at each other for a moment or two, then Pierce cleared his throat and shouted back.

‘We see it. By Christ, Quacks, we all see it.’

I had lacked the confidence to stop at this point but feedback made me realise that cutting what came afterwards would make the ending stronger. Readers would be able to see what the future held, just as my characters were seeing it.

I wonder if Dickens knew all along that his story would end with the uplifting sentiment we read in the final version. I suspect he probably did.

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It's All About You

6/27/2012

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Welcome to IAAY number two! This time it's all about Rebecca Venn, who is a superb water-colourist and pencil-wielder. She's had many exhibitions and her work is one of the main attractions in fine art collections around the USA and Europe. 

Rebecca gained her BA in Art from Brescia College in Owensboro, Kentucky. That said, she considers herself self-educated rather than self-taught as she has searched out artists whose work she admired and studied under them. 

Ultimately she taught Life Studio at UW Parkside, and a variety of workshops at the Charles A. Wustum Museum in Racine, Wisconsin and The Clearing in Ellison Bay, Wisconsin.

IAAY is published every Wednesday (yes, all of them), so there's plenty of time for you to join in too! Contact me via the comments or via Twitter: @mickdavidson.

It's All About Rebecca Venn
It's All About Elizabeth Sparhawk Jones
Deciding on one artist that has influenced or inspired me is a daunting task. I think I have, without realizing it, been affected on many levels walking through the Chicago Art Institute and seeing vision after vision that crept into my dreams at night and no doubt appear on the tip of my paintbrush in the morning. And so many are men. I love many of them and it is easy to choose one, so I do not. I choose Elizabeth Sparhawk Jones.  

She was a surprise for me. Seeing her stunning painting one day entitled “The Shoe Shop”. I wanted to know more. In it you can hear the rustle of the skirts and marvel at the crisp white blouses that are a uniform and sensual attire at the same time. And those brush strokes make me marvel.

When she was at her peak she won a prestigious award that she was to collect in Europe but her strict parents would not allow it. Gradually she sank into mental illness. After many years she reappeared and became successful once again. Her work was never the same though. It is as if her spirit, once shattered, is now viewed through the lines glued together, distorted, holding the vessel of her talent together, but not the same.

I choose her and her magnificent artwork as inspiration when days are hard. It is her determination, her brilliance, her fragility  and her talent that I admire. I am not fond of her last work, but this earlier work was so very beautiful. In a time when success was hard for a woman she shown like a star, unable to be ignored.

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This painting is titled “Swimmer I”. It is a watercolor measuring 17” x47”. Originally it was a movie that inspired it. The move was an HBO film titled “Angels In America”. At the end of the film the actor tells the story of the Fountain of Bethesda. I loved the idea of the healing aspect of that story with the water washing over the person and transforming them to wellness, spiritual and physical.

When this artwork was exhibited, many people would call it “the Swimmer” so I renamed it. The original inspiration is personal and viewers bring their own stories and I love that. It is probably why I leave an unfinished quality to a lot of my work so that the viewer can have room to experience their own visions.

This subject of water and the human form is a passion for me. We are a large percentage water and I find that I tend to return often to watercolor and the human form. It is the risk of watercolor that excites me. It makes me crazy and happy at the same time. It is like life. Risky and joyous. It is flux. It is flow. It is sensuous.

You can contact Rebecca via the following:
  • Twitter - @Rebecca5002
  • Website - www.rebeccavenn.com

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It's All About You

6/20/2012

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Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first It's All About You! And we're kicking things off in grand style with Maureen Hovermale, who I've known digitally for a couple of years now thanks to Libboo.com, where we worked on the world's first crowd-sourced novel. She's good at a lot of things and is an excellent writer too. But don't take my word for it, check out the links at the end to see for yourself.

IAAY will be published every Wednesday until the end of time or the 12th of never (whichever comes first), so there's plenty of time for you to join in too! Contact me via the comments or via Twitter: @mickdavidson.

It's All About Maureen Hovermale
It's All About Jane Austin
My mother is armpit deep into genealogy.

Why bring this up now? Because my great-great-great whoever was part of the Revolutionary War here in the good ol' U.S.A. (Now hold on, I'm getting to the point.)

Seeing how I'm in love with British literature, I'm a bit afraid that the old fart will haunt me as this could be construed as Tory-like behavior. I know hundreds of years have passed, but you've got to understand that my mother was very disappointed I married a 'German' even though he was born in Kentucky. It seems grudges are held that carry  over generations unfortunately.

I'm so in love with this literature that I took bad marks for spelling favorite 'favourite' and color 'colour' in grade school. I argued that my heroes used such spelling and came from an older society than ours so therefore I was right, but the teacher obviously was an eyebrow raiser on Tory-like behaviour (ah see?), too. Either that or she had a penchant for red ink and a proclivity to use it on me.

So onwards to what Mick was really wanting me to do. I...ah...tend to deviate.

A passage from the first Britbook I read and therefore deeply ensconced into my heart (which doesn't count against my word count you lovely man thanks-for-that):

"Occupied in observing Mr. Bingley's attentions to her sister, Elizabeth was far from suspecting that she was herself becoming an object of some interest in the eyes of his friend. Mr. Darcy had at first scarcely allowed her to be pretty; he had looked at her without admiration at the ball; and when they next met, he looked at her only to criticize.
But no sooner had he made it clear to himself and his friends that she had hardly a good feature in her face, than he began to find it was rendered uncommonly intelligent by the beautiful expression of her dark eyes. To this discovery succeeded some others equally mortifying. Though he had detected with a critical eye more than one failure of perfect
symmetry in her form, he was forced to acknowledge her figure to be light and pleasing;and in spite of his asserting that her manners were not those of the fashionable world, he was caught by their easy playfulness. Of this she was perfectly unaware;--to her he was only the man who made himself agreeable nowhere, and who had not thought her
handsome enough to dance with.

He began to wish to know more of her, and as a step towards conversing with her himself, attended to her conversation with others. His doing so drew her notice. ..."

(Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice)

Ah...seduction however subtle makes no never mind. Here were my ten-year-old hormones waking up to the idea that intelligence is the most desirable foreplay to the secrets I already wanted to discover. Indelibly I was marked and Jane, oh Jane...I love you for it despite your choice of color in coats. Red or not, you're true blue to me. ;) By
the by, if you'd like to read more about her Jane Austin is a wonderful place to visit.

Ah so onwards to me eh?

It's All About Me

I write. Every. Single. Day. I sometimes post it and then change my mind and take it down. I'm never satisfied - I want perfection or at least something that won't make me cringe ten years from now. Perhaps it is Jane's example that I hold myself up against. Perhaps I'm never drunk enough to push the publish button.

Regardless of my carrying fruit juice in my gut instead of alcohol these days, Mick is a good mate and so I offer up an excerpt of the novel I'm currently working on:

The Eternal Observer adjusted the dog under his armpit and took count of the survivors.
It didn't take him very long since it was himself, the dog, and the writer. This was expected as the pen is mightier than the sword. The man had parried well with the seven-headed hydra, dotting eyes and summing things up.

The writer brushed the hair back from his brow and tried to look scholarly, "Why do you think it took the girl?"

Frank didn't take his eyes off the horizon, "They. It's a they not an it."

"It is a single being. Therefore it is an it."

Frank still didn't take his eyes off a point in the distance, "You're a grammar Nazi then?"

The writer looked shocked, "Well...I wouldn't say Nazi."

Frank nodded, "Grammar Nazis rarely do. Regardless, it's a they."

The writer began to argue the points of how Frank had referred to it as an it while referencing it as a they, when Frank looked all around them looking this way and that.

When Frank was satisfied, he smiled and calmly stiff-armed the writer off the iceberg.

Buford looked at Frank and Frank shrugged, "No one saw and I didn't have time for his singularly dogged structure."

The dog made certain to stay silent since he wasn't sure if Frank meant dogged as referring to himself as well.

"With Old Man Time out of action, we've got to get that girl." Frank looked down at the dog, but the dog said nothing. "Oh for the love of Pete and crisps, I didn't mean you and the writer was already dead. It's not like I killed him."

The dog still didn't respond because the man had looked quite hale until his icy plunge.

There. Now it is posted somewhere I don't have control over. I do reserve the right to try and bribe Mick later on though. Ah what the hell, I'll finish the book. It would be easier since we all know my chances are slim what with Mick unwilling to share even popcorn.

So about this burgeoning book of mine...well, it's a round about story like most beginnings are. It stemmed from my inclination to browse about places poking pieces out of here and there. I'd been asked to write a chapter for a project called Grim5next where we were supposed to bring the world to the brink of destruction and then rescue it in a flurry blurry of awesome unbelievables. My twisted mind went...hmm. 'Everyone is being so dystopian and leaning towards religious concepts, so I believe I'll insert me some overdue humor.' I went about reading articles on Schrödinger's cat since it seemed parallel to the premise (is it alive or is it dead?), found information on Richard Feynman (who is another hero of mine and was an avowed atheist. I mean, how polar opposite a viewpoint could I pursue?). I then proceeded to write a chapter throwing puns and double entendres around like you can't believe.

It was well received but after I wasn't able to bring Mick on board, I thought well I'll just finish this puppy myself and give them something different. Mick and I go back to Paradox times at Libboo and well it just wasn't the same without him.

So there you have it. A writer's attempt to emulate another while keeping their own voice. This passage I've given you leans more towards another book-maker-love of mine though: Douglas Adams. Now that's another story entirely and one that perhaps I'll go into when y'all wake up and I've got you drunk enough.

When I'm not writing or fighting the jungle-lawn out my window, I'm procrastinating doing something productive on the web and can be found here:

  • @zencherry on Twitter
  • My blog: The Zen Corner
  • World Literary Cafe - where I interview authors on WLC
  • Facebook - somewhat censored since my mother is a friend.
  • Pinterest - where I have gads of links to things I probably won't have time to do since I'm busy ah...being productive and not in any way procrastinating.

Cheers, ciao, and Cheerio cereal, 
Maureen Hovermale (aka the weird lady writing scenes and snickering over there).

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    Mick Davidson is a full time technical writer and semi-full time fiction author. He also finds time for both guitar playing and photography. When not being creative, he is heavily involved in Staring Out The Window research.

    He is definitely in the market for publication and agent representation.

    The links in my blog are doors to adventures and other countries, they don't all land in the most obvious puddle.


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