I’m baaaack! Well, I never really went away but I’ve certainly been neglecting my blog. Two things have kept me from blogging lately. First of all I discovered two old movie channels on my TV. So now it seems there is always a good old movie to watch, and I watch them endlessly. After a weekend they all blur into one and I can’t remember who was in what with whom. But that’s alright, they’re still very enjoyable. I particularly enjoy watching the way things were – the way people behaved in the 30’s and 40’s, their technology (or lack thereof), and even the architecture and decorating.
The second thing that has been conspiring to take up all my time is that I’m making notes on a new novel I intend to begin this weekend. The main character is based on my unknowing muse, Rutger Hauer. It’s high time he came off his boat and out of semi-retirement. A talent like that should be exercised until the bitter end. So I have taken on the job of creating a suitable vehicle for the dashing Dutchman. I just had the idea of perhaps posting some exerpts from my story as I go along – kinda like the New Yorker. Perhaps input from the public at large would be very useful….I’m not sure though. I’m very jealous of my creations and may not want anyone to read it until it is finished.
That reminds me of something that happened to me a few years ago. I spent about 2 years writing a screenplay about a young boy who ran the Boston Marathon. In my mind it starred Robin Williams as the coach/father figure of the boy. Anyways, I finished it and was wondering what to do when I happened to see a commercial on tv – about a young boy who ran the Boston Marathon. I felt sick. I had never consciously heard of the movie. And the story was not the same, but it was similar enough to give me serious pause. I stopped writing for a long time. It was a very disheartening experience.
But now things are back on track. I’m inspired. All I have to do is look at my lovely autographed photo of Rutger and the words pour out of me.
Most underrated actor of our time. He should have been a superstar. But perhaps, as they say, the play is the thing. Nothing else matters.
