Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Oh, the Places You'll Go! (Part I of III)

This morning, two of my kids and I ran errands all over Charlotte. I drove down several roads and took routes that were out of the ordinary for me, just by virtue of where we ended up in the city. As we went on our way, some unique store signs caught my attention.


"Situations" was the name of a bar on Tryon Street. Now THAT was a strange name of the pub. My author persona immediately asked, "What kind of situations happen at this pub?" Bar fights? Happy Hour? A place where two people find their respective soulmates? The site of a covert operation?


"Pet Store: The Last Place on Earth". No joke, that was the sign in front of the store. Why was it the 'last place on earth'? It specializes in otherworldly companions? If you can't find it on Earth, you'll find it there? It has an underground bunker, in case the world comes to an end, with enough supplies for Man's Best Friend too?


On our way to the used bookstore on Central Avenue, we drove through Plaza-Midwood, an area of historic houses. One house sported stone lions at the door, another had a huge rock face in the front yard. Think Easter Island statue. A white picket face encircled another house, and a fourth house looked like a huge castle painted yellow, complete with turrets and white trim. I almost expected to see a suit of armor on that front porch.


The way home was just as interesting. Charlotte has a railyard just outside Uptown, and there's an overpass that gives you a clear view of the trains, the tracks and the various buildings in Uptown, including Bank of America and Wachovia. The contrast between the old and the new was pretty striking. Aging, rusting train cars with the sleek, glass-enclosed bank headquarters.


Go out and see what's out around you. You might find the setting of your new writing project or have the spark of a new plot.



All writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2010

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Post Fourth of July Perspective

Yeah, it's Tuesday. Christina's back at at school, Hubs is back at work, and it's back to normal. Whatever passes as normal over here.


It's been an okay holiday. We took the kids to various parks and playgrounds in the area and to the YMCA Splash Park yesterday. The kids loved it...Christina took to the water like a fish. Michael was OK once he got used to the sounds and the feel of the water. Sarah's still reserving her judgment. An active weekend really suited them, but it was on our terms. Usually we're visiting family for 4th of July, but we weren't rushing all over the place or travelling long hours. Robert introduced the kids to sparklers in the backyard and we saw some fireworks.
Of course, four days with the husband home was OK, but I was rather glad he went back to work. I could only take so much of his "let's do what I want to do for four days".


Celebrating 4th of July post-kids is definitely different from pre-kids. One year, we went up to Lititz, Pennsylvania. It's a small town, but their fireworks display is spectacular. (In fact, I heard that the town budget is geared mostly for the light show) The year we went, the organizers put an old computer in the center of the field. We were both wondering what was going on, but then the announcer explained what had happened the year before. A computer glitch had delayed the fireworks for several hours. They had a new system, but there was a question of what to do with the old system.


They blew up the old computer to the cheers of the crowd and that started their fireworks show. Problem solved.


Did I mention that was an awesome show that year?


At the other end of the spectrum, I attended a celebration at Monticello, Thomas Jefferson's house in Charlottesville, Virginia. TJ was the 3rd American president, the writer of the Declaration on Independence and the founder of the University of Virginia. I had worked in the Monticello Education Department (teaching school kids about TJ and Colonial Virginia, the Revolutionary War, etc.). By coincidence (or design?), both Thomas Jefferson and John Adams (2nd American president) died on the same day, July 4, 1826.


Every year, they had a Citizenship Swearing-in Ceremony for new American citizens and a solemn celebration at TJ's tomb at the Jefferson Family Graveyard. Having helped people gain the citizenship, I can appreciate the time and effort it takes to do it. My mother had to learn the preamble to the US Constitution by heart, know all 3 branches of government, and other aspects of American government. I spent hours with her going over information, facts that I'd taken for granted, having lived in the US for so long. To Mom, it was learning something completely new.


I became a US citizen myself when I was 15 (though technically, according to the British government, I'm also still a UK citizen, since there were no British officials present at the time/didn't give up my citizenship on British soil. Kinda surprised when I found that out.).  Seeing these new citizens being sworn in at Monticello brought back memories of watching Mom taking her oath, more than 25 years ago.


Still, it was good to celebrate the 4th with family, and remembering just how special this day is for everyone in the USA.



All writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2010

Friday, July 2, 2010

Stories from the Hairdresser, the Coffee Shop and Other Places

Yeah, I finally got around to cutting my hair today. I chopped off about 4 inches worth. The hairdresser asked me, "Are you sure you want to cut so much off?" I said, "North Carolina summer. It'll grow back in time for winter." So yeah, shoulder length and layered. MUCH cooler and easier to take care of. With 3 kids, I don't have time to fuss with my hair. Grunge Mum 101.


We chatted while she did my hair about everything. Busy times/slack times in the hair salon (high times: prom, Easter, Christmas, weddings. Low times: NASCAR races at Lowe's Motor Speedway. Seriously. Everyone's at the track. No one can park at the Mall.) Interesting clients. Learned a lot about daily life as a hair dresser. Kids bouncing on mattresses and dancing to Spongebob and the Wiggles.


Filed the info away under "Possible character". Even while I'm getting 4 inches lopped off at the salon, I' m still watching and listening. Yeah, the writer in me is always on the lookout for possible inspiration from real life. They say that sometimes Real Life is stranger than Fiction, and that's absolutely true. Real Life can inspire fiction. Being a writer requires you to watch and listen...you never know who or what will inspire an story.


Coffee houses are also good places to find writing sparks. My favorite place is called Jackson's Java, an independent coffee place just down the road from UNC Charlotte. It's a college hangout, and during the year, all sorts of people drop by. I'll jot notes to myself in my notebook and maybe do a quick sketch or two of a cool set of teacups they have on sale, or maybe a bottle of coffee flavoring.


Just watch, listen and find inspiration for your writing. It'll come from the most unexpected places.



All writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2010

Thursday, July 1, 2010

O Canada!

Happy Canada Day to my Canadian friends!
In honor of Canada, here are the lyrics to the national anthem:

O Canada! (English Lyrics by Robert Stanley Weir, 1908)
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

French Lyrics by Adolphe-Basile Routhier, 1880)
Ô Canada!Terre de nos aïeux,
Ton front est ceint de fleurons glorieux!
Car ton bras sait porter l'épée,
Il sait porter la croix!
Ton histoire est une épopée
Des plus brillants exploits.
Et ta valeur, de foi trempée,
Protégera nos foyers et nos droits.
Protégera nos foyers et nos droits.
*****

And an original poem by me in French:

Le Canada est plus:
nettoyer les rues
pas de graffites
gens polis.

Est plus:
sirop d'érable
bacon
neige.

Est plus:
Hockey
Gendarmerie royal du Canada
et de ceux qui disent "Eh?"
Un pays est plus que le stéréotype
C'est un peuple de beaucoup de coleurs,
de nombreuses langues,
et le coeur.



All writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2010

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Chocophoria: Collage and Poem


Chocophoria collage
This is a collage I made last year (2009) consisting of chocolate wrappers from all over the world, stickers and other chocolate-themed objects. Arnott's Original (Australia, aka "Tim Tams"), Whitman's (US), Cadbury Crunchie (UK), Aero (UK), See's Candies (US, San Francisco) and Lindt (Switzerland) among others. I've always been a chocoholic from waaay back in my childhood.

Chocolate in Many Languages

cioccolato
Chocolat , Sjokolade
Qâiokèlì, cokoláda, tsokolate
suklaa,  shokolade, siocled, coklat, seacláid,
sôcôla, Schokolade, sokolaad,
chokoreto , czekolada.
Chocolate.

(Italian, French, Afrikaans, Simplified Chinese, Czech, Filipino/Tagalog, Finnish, Russian, Welsh, Malay and Indonesian, Irish, Vietnamese, German, Estonian, Japanese, Polish, English)



All writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2010

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

What am I Reading This Month?

I never read just one book at a time. There are piles of books at my bedside, on the kitchen table, on the shelves...lots of books. My husband bought me a button that read, "I am a bookaholic. If you have any mercy, you will not sell me another book."


I think he was trying to tell me something. He always reads one book at a time.


If you want to write, you must read, read, read. Read about your interests, read all sorts of fiction, non-fiction, poetry...keep reading. Not only will it open your horizons, but different authors write in different styles. Every person has a unique viewpoint and a way of using words that comes from just that person. Find that style that shows who you are. If you copy another author's style, the result may be a good imitation of that author, but it isn't your voice.
What am I reading? This month, it's mostly professional and non-fiction. Languages and linguistics and writing books, but I'll also devour autobiographies and travel books. I proudly profess that I'm an armchair traveler, since I can't physically go to Provence, to Australia, or to Zimbabwe at the moment.


1) The Stuff of Thought: Language as a Window into Human Nature by Steven Pinker. This book analyzes our minds through the words we use every day. How do we string nouns, verbs, etc. together to form coherent thought? Language is based around certain core themes, like space and family. How do we construct these as kids? This book has a lot of linguistic technical jargon, so it isn't a casual summer novel that you can take to the beach.


2) Codebreaker by Stephen Pincock. A history of codes and ciphers, from the Egyptians to modern times. Luckily, not as complicated as Pinker's book, with plenty of illustrations and examples. There are many side stories about unbreakable(?) and ciphers that people are still working on. Try your hand at them.


3) Page after Page by Heather Sellers. I also have Seller's follow-up to this Chapter by Chapter. Writing can be a huge, overwhelming task, but if you break it up into tiny pieces, page after page, you can follow your writing dream.


4) The Irregulars: Roald Dahl and the British Spy Ring in Wartime Washington by Jennet Conant Yup, the same Roald Dahl who wrote James and the Giant Peach and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.  In 1942, he was an RAF pilot, assigned to the American Embassy in Washington DC after he was wounded in action. This is the story of how he and other British officers slipped into the social scene in DC, and at the same time, promoted British interests during World War II. An interesting look at British (counter)intelligence after Pearl Harbor.


5) Inside Inside by James Lipton. I love "Inside the Actors Studio" on Bravo channel. Lipton invited actors, directors and screenwriters for an hour of conversation on stage, in front of acting and directorial students of his New School. This is his autobiography, telling of his his own beginnings in the acting business, and how "Inside" came to be.


Plus two very special books I stumbled upon in the used bookstore. My closest friends know that I love collecting books dating before 1950. I have copies of Horatio Hornblower and Master and Commander dating from the early 20th century. These two are stamped as "Wartime Books", with first printings between the years of 1941-1945. They're both published by F.S. Crofts and Co. from New York.


6) Cartilla Militar: Companeros de Armas by Navascues and Sherman.(copyright 1944, first printing 1941) It's a book for students who have already had some Spanish grammar, and it covers vocabulary (and idioms) of the armed forces during World War Two. It goes into naval, air force, and army jargon. There's a whole chapter on aviation, ship operations, and even medical treatment of the time. Talk about learning Spanish through context.


7) An Introductory Portuguese Grammar by Edwin B. Williams (copyright 1944, first printing 1942). A grammar book on Portuguese as spoken in Portugal (with some notes on Brazilian Portuguese). Spanish and Portuguese may look similar, but they aren't alike. What's interesting about this book is that on the inside cover, there's faded writing identifying the original owner (I think). It's in colored pencil, but I can make out some words.  "Mr. (Dr?) K---- Stroujel(?) (8442), 4232  2nd PL N. Apt 4, Arlington, VA". I think.  Both this book and the Spanish Grammar one have copious notes written in the margins  and words underlined in red pen.


Both books a portal to the past. Other books are portals to the present and to the future.  READ THEM!


All writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2010

Monday, June 28, 2010

Ode to my Son, at the End of First Grade





Michael at 10 months




My son, how you have grown!



Seven years now, and if I'd known

How tall and handsome you'd get!

I feel my age, and sigh, and yet

I smile, for in the end, I see...

Michael at 7 years old
That you will always be a part of me.




All writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2010