Sunday, September 10, 2006

Written by. . .eventually.

Took the day on Sunday to relax and do a little research. I've been slacking the past few weeks on my writing efforts and it seemed like a good idea to just put down the mocha frapp and get out of the Starbucks.

Okay, just for the day to clear my head.

Most of the people who know me well are aware of the fact that at some point I'd like to focus some of my short scattered attention on writing. I visited the UCLA Writers Faire to see if I might gain some insightful wisdom.

I picked up a few flyers, but didn't stay long. Of course, I also picked up a dozen cookies from Diddy Riese (6 chocolate chip with nuts, 3 oatmeal raisin with nuts, 3 chocolate chocolate chip with nuts). Yum.

If it seems like I was more interested in cookies than basking in the fellowship of my writing brothers and sisters, there might be some truth to that.

Questions pop up in my head all the time concerning my commitment to a literary life. Would I rather write for a living? Am I just working in news to pay the bills?

Beats me. I guess it comes down to motivations.

For some reason, I'm just not all that concerned about the level of my success. I don't feel as if I have to "be" anything more than I am.

I play the lottery almost every week, so I know the greed centers of my brain are functioning quite well. Even though I know from seeing firsthand how short life can be, it's not as if I would have to make an Ed Wynn pitch for the angels to give my life meaning.

For some reason, I just find it easy to accept that there's always going to be adversity and challenges. There's no perfect life to be lived. Plus, I've yet to meet a successful person any more or less happy than I am.

With my attitude, the monetary riches of the world may elude me in this lifetime. At least I'll always have strong memories (and maybe a photo or two) of some pretty perfect moments.

Sometimes the most perfect moments in life might slip by without us really noticing.

Dellis and I had grilled T-bone steaks for dinner. Dellis likes her steak medium well and I like mine medium rare. The steaks were smothered in grilled red onions and mushrooms. We had whole stringbeans on the side and a basket of tortilla chips with salsa (for no particular reason).

I had my beer bucket filled with ice near the table. It was stocked with two kinds of beer (a dark and a vanilla stout) and also a bottle of green apple wine (for Dellis). The glasses we used were set in the freezer while we finished cooking and set the table. We pulled them out just before we sat down.

Yeah, you bet we enjoyed that meal. Call me crazy, but that was a handful of pretty perfect moments for me.

When I think about what I want to accomplish in life, my goals aren't all that ambitious. I'm not trying to change the world. I'd just like to tell a few stories. It wouldn't suck to maybe see my name on a book or a movie that I've written.

Mostly I'm just thankful for every good thing that I've been blessed to experience so far. I'm enjoying it all, including my job in news. I wouldn't give any of it up. I just want to hang onto all of it for as long as I can.


Jack's Shack said...

Darn it, now I have to go to Westwood to get some cookies.

beFrank said...

jack's shack - Ooh, pick me up a dozen while you're there.

Widescreen said...

Any reason the sign says "Writers Faire" and not Fair?

Perhaps should have read, "Bad Spelling Faire"

beFrank said...

widescreen - Pretentious maybe, but otherwise accurate.

fair (fâr)

[Middle English faire, from Old French feire, from Late Latin fēria, sing. of Latin fēriae, holidays.]

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