Archive for December, 2010
Right from the beginning of this movie, Becky knows she wants to be a producer and has all the skills it takes to do it. She just needs a home for her talents; a place where she can regenerate and be appreciated. In other words, although this movie starts out with a Virgin intro (ie. Mom doesn’t believe in me), this is not a Virgin’s Journey.
Becky is on a mother goddess journey to have a relationship with another. The interesting thing is, the transforming relationship is with her co-anchor, Mike, not her love interest. Becky is offering her talent to a group of people as their executive producer and needs Mike, to receive what she has to give and offer her something back, even if it means a part of his ego has to die. All this happens which I think makes this a good movie.
The love story is flat but Adam Bennett is great eye candy. Best of all, the antics of the weatherman had me laughing so hard my daughter was shushing me. A movie that can make you laugh beyond the boundaries of politeness is definitely worth watching. Morning Glory also left me with an afterglow of encouragement to adopt Becky’s can-do attitude in the face of unsupportive people. That’s good too.
The dancing and singing was an absolute visual delight! Unfortunately there was very little character growth. Small town waitress wants to be in show business and discovers Burlesque. It’s exciting- the family she never had. And she gets it! In the first 20 mins or so. Nothing was holding her back except having a stage. She needed some kind of psychological block in order to be engaging.
There were two subplots that were warm and charming but really, I just loved hearing Cher sing. OK and Christina. The whole movie was like an enjoyable MuchMusic video. It didn’t feel long but you had to tell me when it was over becasue I was still waiting for the story to get started.
The best part for me was the way female sexuality was treated. There is never a sense that the girls are whores for dancing in a provocative style. They are celebrated and enjoyed for their feminine sensuality. My daughters and I wanted to rush out and start wearing make-up and good underwear!
This is essentially a Virgin story in that we see a person realize their dream. She already knew she could do it so it wasn’t much of a journey. The only beat here is Dress the Part. But she does it well and often.
Have you heard of this? The challenge is to write 50,000 words in the month of November. I’m proud to say, I typed my first word on November 2nd and my 50,028th word on November 29th, late in the day (I didn’t want to have the pressure of ‘the last day’ hanging over my head).
Is it a work of genius? No. But I have been planning,plotting and researching this book for five years and it was this contest that got me over the hurdle between imagining how great it was going to be and the reality of what a line of dialogue looks like. Who knows how many more years it would have taken me just to get started without this challenge.
The idea is, no matter what, your first draft of a novel is not good. You do, however, need the draft before you can start making it better. For 28 days I showed up at the computer and took care of the quantity. Muses arrived a few times and put some real quality into some of those pages. The rest I will edit and give those Muses more opportunities to inspire me.
The biggest thing I learned is there is no place for that critical voice in my head at the beginning of a writing project. I stalled before because I was afraid it would never be as good as I imagined it. Having a goal of two to three thousand words a day replaced the critical voice. My critical side just focused on the word count goal, freeing up my creative side to play.
The contest also inspired me to create a ritual around my writing time. After the kids were off to school, I put the kettle on at medium, set the stove timer for 20 minutes, turned out the lights, settled into my comfy chair and meditated. As part of my book research I read that focus on the 6th chakra stimulates your imagination. After some relaxing breaths I focused my energy on my creative third eye and let thoughts flow by. Eventually the kitchen timer went off, the kettle was hot for tea and I fired up the computer refreshed and ready to write. It was lovely.
Whenever I hit a block I just went to the archetypal structure of the Hero or the Virgin and imagined the next step. Between eliminating my critical voice and having the structure to move me forward I was never blocked for long. I got lost in the world of Egyptian Mystery religions and crime writing in a really enjoyable way (I’m mentioning this so you can hold me accountable to have a finished product on this subject next year).
What is your writing ritual?