Saturday, April 21, 2012

Are You a Starving Artist?

Many folks reading these words are bloggers. We do like to check what one another are writing. I have had people telling me that I should write a book. I do have about 4 books inside me. What I need to do is convert much of my stuff to my word processor, then to adobe file, then to the hands or computers or e-readers of those who want to read my words.

I post quite a bit of examples of my talent online. Have I ever profited from this? Can't say that I have. I recently reached the conclusion that I am a starving artist. I realized this after having a conversation with a new coworker. This young lady has music available on iTunes, has acted in plays, and writes in a journal. However, being a young single mom of 2, she realizes that she does need to put food on the table. I can see her going far in life, as she has the gift of encouragement and knows how to effectively apply it on those around her. When she told me about all her talents, I replied that she knows all about the "starving artist" thing. I had to apologize to her because I later recognized the fact that she is working on using her talents. Some don't even go that far, most of the time because they fear the negative influence of those around them.

Sometimes we never even put our irons in the fire, causing not to even temper the steel of our talents. There are times we have to arise to any challenge we can give ourselves.

Earlier this week, I was watching my grandson. I had to gas up my car. On the way, we stopped for breakfast at Chick Fil A. My grandson decided he wanted to go in the play area, where he met up with two other boys. I struck up a conversation with the mother of one of the boys. I had asked her what she had done before becoming a mother. Her answer was she designed kitchens. I then asked her if she was going to return to this line of work when her boys got older, and her answer was that she wanted to write instead. I had told her about Dan Miller and showed her the 48 Days app on my phone. She immediately went to the Android store on her phone and downloaded the app. Cliff Note: the app is also available on iTunes as well.

It occurred to me that writing is something I will be able to do when I reach retirement age within the next 10 years. I may be a starving artist, but I will continue to starve if I keep my art inside me.

Sunday, April 08, 2012

You've come to a bridge, now what?

I have been thinking about this this weekend. What have you done with the bridges in your life? There are several things that you can do.

You can burn them. Many of us have done that, whether we realize it or not. We also have to suffer the consequences of the arson job. Two years ago when I was out of a job, a couple of things I did in the past stood in my way of getting employment sooner than the nine plus months in which I was out of work. Many others have done things to affect their relationships with friends and family. Sometimes the bridge can be rebuilt, other times not so much. Be careful with these bridges.

You can camp under them. Too often we hear about the homeless living by the river under a bridge. Too many people and programs nowadays offer a hand out, and too few offer a hand up. You don't have to be physically there to be there. Sometimes wallowing in self pity is the same as camping under this bridge. I've always been told that God helps those who help themselves. I think that even though this isn't in the Bible, it is a truism. Sometimes those who need help also need some direction, especially how to get away from this bridge.

Some jump off them. Some of my high school friends who will read this post after I put the link in Facebook remember Mr. McCormick. He was a math teacher at our school. His first year out of college and teaching was my senior year. He was very intelligent, but was the target of much ridicule and meanness from the students. The year following our graduation, Mr. McCormick was also having other problems in his life, including his fiance leaving him. One day he called off from work sick, drove to Akron, and jumped off a high level bridge.  This past year, one of our classmates, after dealing with alcoholism, shot himself.
Several others reading these words remember our blogging friend, Liquid. Dealing with some emotional issues and a failed marriage, Suzanne took her life on Christmas Eve, 2008.
Please, please, please stay away from this bridge. There are those who care. Ask for help until you get it. Jumping off this bridge affects more than you.

Many cross the bridge and go on. And some come back to tell what's on the other side, maybe help others get to the other side. We are all in this together. Some go further away from the bridge than others, but that's okay.

What will you do when you come to your bridge?

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

Adventures in Limerick Land, NASCAR Style

As many of you know, there are times when I wax poetic and I can keep the rhymes coming. Always best when I'm near my keyboard. This past Sunday, NASCAR raced at Martinsville. I was in my car when the race started. During the pre race show, it was said that Hendrick Motorsports were going for their 200th win. Their first came at Martinsville. The favorite going into this race was five time Sprint Cup champ Jimmie Johnson. I thought of this limerick to post on Facebook if this has come to fruition:

The forty eight driven by Jimmie
The car did not shake or shimmy
Great calls by Knauss
Brought a win to the house
And the grandfather clock was a gimmie

Needless to say, this is the first time I made this one public. And the grandfather clock is the trophy given to the winner at Martinsville.

As the race was progressing, I started to post some limericks on Facebook. Jeff Gordon was dominating the race early. I wrote this limerick:
Jeff Gordon is leading the pack
While driving around the short track
If it keeps up, he's in
Hendrick's 200th win
He'll get a clock instead of a plaque


 And yes, Jeff is a Hendrick driver. As the race progressed, Kasey Kahne was having some trouble. Kahne started on the pole:
Kasey has started to choke
His car has belched out some smoke
The car's in the pits
His points taking hits
A very poor April Fool's joke


 Oh oh, as the Fox announcer said, if it weren't for bad luck, Kasey would have no luck.

Fan favorite, Dale Earnhardt Jr, had momentarily taken the lead, and the crowd roared.
Junior was hearing the crowd
They were cheering for him real loud
Passing Jeff for the lead
And picking up speed
However not left in a cloud


And others were making the show interesting. Columbian driver Juan Pablo Montoya and Ken Schraeder met on the track, sending Montoya into the inside wall: .
Montoya was riding real clean
Until he met Schraeder's machine
He went for a ride
Hit something inside
Sometimes the fate can be mean


And Carl Edwards got into the spirit of April Fool's day, telling crew chief Bob Osbourne something was wrong with his transmission, then saying it was a joke.
Old Carl said something was wrong
Sang Osbourne a nasty sad song
Said the tranny was broke
Then said was a joke
Bob's palipatitiations were long


The race itself, seemed to be in the hands of Johnson or Gordon. I posted this one with 100 laps to go:
With less than 100 to go
The driving is quite a good show
I now have a hunch
That one of Rick's bunch
Will set victory lane all aglow


And this one was also posted: But things don't proceed as expected.
Jimmie and Jeff's in slot one and slot two
Both know what they need to do
They need to race clean
And not to be mean
To the pedal apply some more shoe


But gas was running low with the front runners:
The Hendrick cars needing some gas
They're hoping that no one will pass
They're hoping no shock
Will lose them the clock
And losing they will have to show class


And a late race caution brought this meeting between Gordon, Johnson, and Clint Bowyer:
Jimmie is singing this song
Asking what the hell went wrong
Bowyer sent him and Jeff in
They went for a spin
Felt like a big bang on the gong


And this opened the door for Ryan Newman.
Ryan is now feeling fine
His car, the thirty nine
He drove like a ringer
And beat Allmendinger
And doesn't have need to whine

 Made for an enjoyable Sunday afternoon

Sunday, April 01, 2012

Candice covers NASCAR and Life

As many of you know, I'm a NASCAR fan. And I belong to a group on Facebook, called NoBarNASCAR. One of the recent additions to this group is a motor sports writer and blogger named Candice Smith. Her blog is called Chief 187 Chatter. Candice chose her blog name because, "she's crew chief of her family."

NASCAR isn't the only topic Candice covers. Like most of us bloggers, she likes to share her life with those who will want to read about it. But as race day approaches, she will let us in about things like food at the track NASCAR's visiting that weekend, or history revolving around the track. Her aim is the casual fan, hoping to turn them hardcore.

Even if you don't happen to be a NASCAR fan, check out Chief 187 Chatter. I guarantee you'll find something you'll like