Movies & Books

Yesterday was a lazy one, partially because I was stuck in an "I'm bored" funk.

Do you remember having those when you were a child?  They would always hit on a weekend day, and you would flop on your bed or sofa, and whine about being bored.

It doesn't happen to me as often as an adult, thank goodness!  Furthermore, it's funny to claim boredom when I am surrounded by things to do - not just writing, but reading, watching TV or DVDs, games to play, cross-stitching, crafts, my genealogical research...  My options are endless.

But I was in the "I'm bored" funk and there was no escaping it.

I was in the mood to do one thing yesterday: watch "Funny Farm".

My husband had never seen it.  I began compiling a list of movies he has not seen yet (we were able to check off "Sherlock Holmes" and "Funny Farm" this weekend.  Next up?  "Caddyshack" and the new "Indiana Jones" movie).

I think many authors can relate to Chevy Chase's character on "Funny Farm" at some point in their lives - whether it has to do with writer's block, not knowing where to start, or setting out to write something amazing only to fail yourself.

One of the best lines in the movie, and one writers can probably appreciate, happens when Andy (Chevy Chase) gets his wife, Elizabeth (Madolyn Smith), to read the first few chapters of his novel.  She *hates* it and he proceeds to give her a hard time about it.  Her response is the absolute best.  ;)

Andy: "You don't know a damn thing about writing!  You're a goddamn school teacher.  You're not an editor!"

Elizabeth (sobbing): "That's obvious.  I read the whole thing.  An editor would have stopped reading after the first paragraph."

Sometimes I feel that way about books.

No, that's not right.

Lately I feel that way about books.  It is very obvious that I am not choosing the right ones to read.  A few have been a battle, but I pushed through because I hoped the book would get better.  It's been quite a haul from here to the library.

Thank goodness I purchased Entwined by Heather Dixon.  It is a delightful retelling of the Grimm fairy tale, The Worn-Out Dancing Shoes (or The Twelve Dancing Princesses).  The language is very evocative of a fairy tale setting and it is the first book I have truly, truly enjoyed in a while.  ^.^

Well, I woke up today and decided that it would be a day to clean and organize other things for the week.  I want to write, but I think giving my brain a break has been good for it.  Thus far I spent today cleaning, doing laundry, writing letters (yes, snail-mail) to my nieces, signing a birthday card for one of those nieces, and rearranging my bookshelves.

The last one *had* to be done, because I collect Nancy Drews (from first editions through the 1960's/1970's yellow spine editions), and my caique almost always lands on that particular bookshelf.  I don't know why he favors that shelf or that bookcase - maybe because it's central to the room and the other one is in a corner.

So I swapped the books on the two bookcases completely.

I don't mind if my birdie chews on my manga, but I mind very much if he gnaws on one of the scarce WWII blue-letter cover (with dust jacket) Nancy Drews!  Even those yellow spines are precious.  Not only did I grow up with them, but I have made the effort to collect each of the picture cover variations.  So, yeah...  Not so keen on having those beaked.  ;)

My Nancy Drew collection and my genealogical research are two of the reasons my husband and I can relate so well to one another.  He's a collector too: of classic video games systems and *all* things Nintendo.

No, I'm not married to the Angry Video Game Nerd.

Just a kindred spirit when it comes to a love for childhood things and history. 

Copyright (c) 2011 Wendy L. Callahan

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