Today's blog...
Meet Deanna Molnar, a member of the #WritingCommunity.
She is an environmental activist and created her blog "to bridge the gaps between environmental issues and culture."
Check out her blog: https://naturemeetsmind.com
Thanks for sharing your blog with us, Deanna. 💙
Wednesday, August 28, 2019
Sunday, August 25, 2019
The Very Ugly Mr. X
I recently had the opportunity to chat
with the writer of a movie that a friend of mine had directed, and by
chat, I mean exchange short text messages via Messenger after my
friend the director, D, introduced us to each other. “X, my friend Noosha has
some questions about the film.”
I'd been very impressed with this
movie, so I'd googled
it, curious to know who else, besides my friend, had helped bring
this to the screen, and I'd noticed everyone involved was around my
age. Cool, I'd thought. This is what happens when a bunch
of creative people get together.
As someone who's always been fascinated
by movies and written half a dozen unfinished screenplays, which are
now safely tucked away somewhere, I felt honored to be able to ask
this genius, this talented screenwriter, some questions. As soon as he sent me a message asking how he could help, I greeted him and typed
my first question; he answered it. Then I typed my second question,
to which he also replied. As I was typing my third and last question, this
“genius” asked me if I wanted to sleep with him. What? I
read the message again, almost sure I had misread it the first time.
Nope! I hadn't.
I suddenly felt angry, not at him, but
at myself and how I'd given him so much credit and idolized him in my
mind for being so creative and writing such a powerful screenplay. Of course, being creative has nothing to do with being a gentleman, but I'd built this person up in my mind and created certain expectations. My
first thought, of course, me being my sarcastic self, was Do you
not own a mirror? When's your birthday? I'll buy you one.
So you
can imagine how shocked I was when his next sentence started with the
words, “My birthday is tomorrow... ” Crap! What's
happening? Is Messenger reading, typing, and sending my thoughts to
this guy? Thankfully, he
continued, “My date had a family emergency, so she won't make it.
I'm looking at your Facebook photo right now, and you look even
better than her.” Creepy! What a pig!
No offense to pigs.
And
here I'd imagined him as this great man, this great philosopher who'd
come up with a wonderful way to illustrate his thoughts on the
screen. Silly me! I
realized he was waiting for an answer. So I deleted my half-typed
third question and, instead, replied, “No. I'm sorry you
misunderstood. I only have film-related questions and zero interest
in anything else.”
Maybe I'm old
fashioned, but is this how people are? Mr. X didn't know anything
about me, except maybe that I'm a film nerd, and I know that my friend D,
having known me for several years, hadn't told him anything implying
I was easy. He knows me too well. This man didn't even know whether
or not I was in a relationship, and this was his behavior? I'm not
saying people shouldn't show interest in someone they feel attracted
to. I'm just asking: Do they have to do it in such a distasteful way?
Flashback to 2002,
when I'd been in a car accident and I was sitting at home with two
broken ribs and a paralyzed left hand talking on the phone to a
lawyer who was telling me his office being far didn't matter because
he would come to me, take me to dinner, offer me wine and flowers,
and then take me home. This was when I had just greeted him and asked
him if I needed to go to his office, concerned because I didn't have
a car and was in no condition to drive. I hadn't even given the
lawyer my name yet, and he was taking his clothes off.
Back to my chat with the genius... At this point, I didn't
even care if I got an answer to my next question. This talented
screenwriter had already lost my
respect. I just wanted to end the chat in a polite manner,
given that he worked with my friend, … my friend who would never
hear any of this from me. A new message came from him. Maybe an
apology? It definitely wasn't an apology: “If you sleep with
me, I'll let you ask me anything.” Wonderful! The more this
guy wrote, the uglier he got in my mind. I need to end this now!
I thought. So I wrote, “Thank you for your time. I'm being
called into a meeting. It was great chatting with you. Happy
Birthday! Thanks again.”
I immediately put my phone away,
feeling uncomfortable and disgusted. I had thought so highly of this
man before I chatted with him, and now he seemed so ugly. I tried to
focus on the fact that some of my questions had been answered and
that I had just learned that how people act has nothing to do with how
talented or artistic they may be.
I occupied myself with other things to
avoid thinking about this bad experience and soon found myself
focused on my writing. A little while later, I went to check my
Twitter notifications, when I saw I had an unread message on
Messenger. I opened it. It was from the now Very Ugly Mr. X. It read,
“Your loss!”
Tuesday, August 6, 2019
Book Review
Norma Nikutowski, a member of the #WritingCommunity, sent me a digital copy
of her book Turn Your Happiness ON in exchange for a review, which I
agreed to... somewhat reluctantly. It sounded like a self-help book,
and I've read many of those, very few of which I've found helpful.
I'd given my word, though, so I started reading it. I admit I was
immediately drawn to the author's honesty about her own feelings and
the simplicity of her suggestions.
The author shares stories about her
upbringing and her life experience. She draws conclusions based on
the outcome of her own trials and errors. She also uses her
professional experience and research to discuss happiness. She starts
each chapter with a quote, and, after sharing an anecdote, gives the
reader practical advice, a checklist, and a chapter summary, all of
which make her approach effective in its simplicity and practicality.
Everyone is always looking for
happiness like it's lost. Some believe it's hidden in unreachable
worldly possessions; others look for it in high positions of power.
And then there are those who believe there's no hope for happiness
given “their” particular situation. This book shows the reader
how happiness is a state of mind and can be attained very simply by
making small changes, step by step, toward more joy in life.
I've always had the good fortune to
feel content with very little. My lifestyle shows it: I have very few
possessions and live in a tiny home. My hobbies involve taking walks
with the dogs, watching movies, reading books, and writing.
Therefore, many parts of the book, mainly about decluttering, which I
know can be helpful to many of my friends, or gratitude, which so
many people I personally know can benefit from, don't help me much.
Also, positive thinking and developing
a positive attitude, are not, in my opinion, as easy as the author
makes it sound, or maybe they are but take a long time to reach, so
the results of taking small steps may not be immediately visible and
verifiable.
However, some parts of the book
resonated with me. I especially liked the chapter on decision making.
I also liked her views on failure. I have paid more attention to my
choices and decisions since I've read this book, and I can honestly
say reading this book has been beneficial to me.
Turn Your Happiness ON is an easy read,
filled with heart-warming stories and feasible action steps. I find
it worth reading. Once you read it, you'll know which parts can be
effective in your life and help you personally. I recommend giving it
a try... because how often can you say you got closer to your goal in
life by spending a couple of hours reading an affordable book?