If you go to the Siren site, not only can you get my new release, Pushing Her Boundaries, at 10% off, you can get all my Siren books at 15% off for the next three days! Hurry!
Also better stuff…remember True Grit? How much I loved both the movie and the book? Well, I’ve got another movie rec for you. This film is brilliant, deeply disturbing, dark and uplifting all at the same time. I actually feel like True Grit and this movie should share the award for Best Picture. It won the 2010 Grand Jury Prize at Sundance. Blew. Me. Away. Winter’s Bone. Go rent it ASAP. I could not take my eyes off Jennifer Lawrence – the young actress in the leading role.
On to my scheduled topic: Why I like a blank canvas. One word – potential. It’s all there, space waiting to be filled by my dreams, my fantasies, the crazy workings of my fevered mind.
Years ago, I painted. Everyone expected me to be an art major because I had some unusual successes as a teenager. I did begin my freshman year in college as Fine Arts major, but I failed. As far as my teachers were concerned, I sucked at life-drawing. Sucked eggs. I’d always painted abstractly, using a variety of tools and body parts, rarely brushes, incorporating lots of color. I remember one teacher, a well-known painter in his own right, standing behind me as I painted what was supposed to be a portrait, harrumphing in a nasty fashion. He consistently gave every one of my paintings an ‘F’. Rather than skew my GPA downward, I dropped out of the class. I haven’t painted since I was nineteen years old. Because of two people, author Katalina Leon and Stephanie – book blogger at Fangs, Wands and Fairy Dust, I’m thinking of picking up a brush again, except I’ll probably pick up forks, spoons, rakes, straws, sticks, dog bones…
But what does this have to do with writing? Well, when I stopped painting, I devoted myself to writing, at least for a time, and of course, picked it up again full time a few years ago. I begin every story like I would begin a painting – I view the blank canvas on my word processor and see the story’s potential, in living color. This isn’t paint by the numbers…the final result inevitably surprises me.
Tomorrow – why I miss all the parties.