Truth! Once again, you've revealed Truth. The battle with the empty page, the span of time between idea and lost words, the magnificence of finding a soulmate. Only you've used another surprising alternative. Reader! It's true. To sit down and write to one person instead of an audience of people who are in different moods and levels of receptiveness. That one pair of eyes that hold yours so intensely, clinging to every word out of your mouth, in a sea of dead eyes. How grand those "readers" are. Thank you, Tonya. I'm glad you've found that reader in the same room with you.
So beautiful, Tonya! You write about writing with a level of quiet yet spine-tingling excitement, & you do the same about writing about love. Two elusive processes, made accessible by you. Bravissima!!
I agree with these other comments so much that I'll just add that I found this to be very eloquent and heartfelt. Nothing short of a fire alarm could have interrupted me until I finished. Thanks, Tonya.
A first draft is an act of faith, doncha think? Even if rewriting gets closer to my original thought, it still leaves me at one remove from my original wording.
I still love car wheels on a gravel road. What a great song, and a great album. God bless Lucinda.
But Bernadette Peters? From the time I first saw her, when I was a blushing teen, she seemed like a kewpie doll. Even today, in her maturity, she both looks and sounds painfully cute. But what am I saying? When I was a kid it was Alfred Hitchcock I wrote for. Knowing more about his life and character, I now am embarrassed by my early vision of him. But. It's the idea of the reader that you're writing for, not the actual reader (as if they read it at all--). Now if only I'd fixated on Rod Serling . . .
A first draft is definitely an act of faith. And Hitchcock is a cool choice for a reader. Twisted, a little droll. I could see that being fun.
As for Bernadette, I could have mentioned that I was a diehard Stephen Sondheim fan as a kid. I had all the original cast albums and a bunch of his musicals taped on VHS. Naturally, I became completely enamored with her. I wasn't ever a fan of the movies she was in, but she was (and is) a towering force on stage. The thought of growing up to be like her kept me going through the endless, brutal days of middle school.
Truth! Once again, you've revealed Truth. The battle with the empty page, the span of time between idea and lost words, the magnificence of finding a soulmate. Only you've used another surprising alternative. Reader! It's true. To sit down and write to one person instead of an audience of people who are in different moods and levels of receptiveness. That one pair of eyes that hold yours so intensely, clinging to every word out of your mouth, in a sea of dead eyes. How grand those "readers" are. Thank you, Tonya. I'm glad you've found that reader in the same room with you.
What a glorious comment! Thank you so much, Sue
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So beautiful, Tonya! You write about writing with a level of quiet yet spine-tingling excitement, & you do the same about writing about love. Two elusive processes, made accessible by you. Bravissima!!
Thanks so much, Ellen!
Ellen, you said it for us all. Thank you. Constance
Thank YOU, Connie! ✌🏼❤️
I agree with these other comments so much that I'll just add that I found this to be very eloquent and heartfelt. Nothing short of a fire alarm could have interrupted me until I finished. Thanks, Tonya.
I'm so happy to know it resonated with you, John. Thank you!
A first draft is an act of faith, doncha think? Even if rewriting gets closer to my original thought, it still leaves me at one remove from my original wording.
I still love car wheels on a gravel road. What a great song, and a great album. God bless Lucinda.
But Bernadette Peters? From the time I first saw her, when I was a blushing teen, she seemed like a kewpie doll. Even today, in her maturity, she both looks and sounds painfully cute. But what am I saying? When I was a kid it was Alfred Hitchcock I wrote for. Knowing more about his life and character, I now am embarrassed by my early vision of him. But. It's the idea of the reader that you're writing for, not the actual reader (as if they read it at all--). Now if only I'd fixated on Rod Serling . . .
A first draft is definitely an act of faith. And Hitchcock is a cool choice for a reader. Twisted, a little droll. I could see that being fun.
As for Bernadette, I could have mentioned that I was a diehard Stephen Sondheim fan as a kid. I had all the original cast albums and a bunch of his musicals taped on VHS. Naturally, I became completely enamored with her. I wasn't ever a fan of the movies she was in, but she was (and is) a towering force on stage. The thought of growing up to be like her kept me going through the endless, brutal days of middle school.
And what a voice--powerfully clear. She can hold a stage like no one else.