Bette Midler songs

Bette Midler has sung three songs I would put on a playlist, The Rose (1980), Wind Beneath My Wings (1988) and From a Distance (1990).

The Rose is a haunting song about the abstract meaning of love, the need for love, when love is absent and when one will find love, ending on a hopeful note that spring and therefore love is around the corner.

The lovely Wind Beneath My Wings touches the heart strings with a song about being there for someone as a strength and helper. It’s got emotional truth and sincerity and warmth.

From a Distance is a sentimental, peaceful, uplifting Bette Midler song that could be regarded as beautiful. The ebb and flow gently nudges one to a higher and nobler place. “From a distance you look like my friend, though we are at war…From a distance I cannot comprehend what all this fighting’s for.” Then the lyric, “God is watching us, from a distance”, perhaps as a reminder.

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A little reading and reflection

What I’m reading. After reading and reflecting on the book of Job I went back to the start of the Bible with Genesis, with the intention of noting facts of the scripture rather than reading primarily for themes. Thematic analysis is what I had been doing, but I wasn’t sure if I was being true to the text by seeing themes that may or may not be there, for what was the purpose of writing devotionals.

I’ve also finished Star Wars, the original novelization of the film. This year it’s been re-published in a trilogy of books. This trilogy is the original Star Wars trilogy, from A New Hope, The Empire Strikes Back, to Return of the Jedi. I was surprised how they condensed two hours that seems longish into a shortish book. I expected longer, but that’s how this film-tie in went.

Never say die

With three publishers wanting to see my work, you’d think I’d be happy about that. Well, I am, but it’s just three isn’t it? It’s casual writing work. Short writing or thereabouts. Like it. Would like more avenues but am grateful for what’s in the writing department.

With avenues for writers scarce in the religious genre, the younger ones are being promoted.  Did a lot back in the day when the publishers were still going. Hope the younger ones do well.

May just find something else as well. So I keep the possibility open. Have two websites I use for information on publishing somewhere else.

With the thought of possibility, one may never let the possibility die. Opportunities may come and go, but possibility can be forever, whatever happens. Because one thinks, what if? Then you keep on going.

Then and now

Most times watching movies it’s about what happens to your soul and mind and even body and spirit in the process of watching something. Personally, I have my virtues, but also my experience in watching movies. The virtues last. The experience fades, but experience was what defined the film for two hours–then. The effect of the movie can be the final judgment on the film despite the experience occurring years ago. One can view the movie through the lens of the past experience of it. For me, virtues may inform experiences. A few movies tend to linger or last in the memory that gives them the mantle of favourites.

 

No worries

The infectious song Don’t Worry, Be Happy by Bobby McFerrin divided people I knew. It caused a problem because worry is what these people do. So it may be this song is liked if you have no worries. But the song is so good people were in denial. On one hand it’s a catchy song, on the other, you may agree with it or not. People would have liked to like it because in the end no one wants to have worries.

Just listening

I don’t like some of the lyrics and messages in album American Teen by Khalid (but I do like some), but I listen to it because it is good production quality. A bottom line for me rating something is what it’s saying and if it jells, but if that does not work, appreciating something for its production is why I may listen.

Dilemmas in writing

When I was twelve, I wrote a story called “The Drypton Dilemma”. There was no dilemma writing that story.

The writing life can come up with real life dilemmas unlike the fictional ones.

Like last week’s one.

But the answer is in decision, as much as possible. Sometimes taking on too much means a writer must cut down somehow without the feeling of selling one’s self short. I know this myself. I have too many ideas of what I can do.

We know that being decisive is about being decisive. There is no middle ground, there is no relenting or going back on your vows. You go through with it. But instead of going through with many projects on the go, go through with one or two at a time.

This is indeed inspirational and a relief. When one decides on a course of action, rather than doing everything at once, there is a sense of inspiration and relief, relief that one does not have to stretch it. But one sticks to the project at hand and does the job then later on tackles the next project.

I think this concentration of focus produces energy to do the project or task. And one can do a very good job of it, something that one can be proud of. Just carry through with the vision or purpose of the project until complete.

Doesn’t change a thing

Should a writer be a consumer is a question that has an obvious answer as I found myself more a consumer than actually writing like the guy who’s cleaning his fridge more than writing the next Oscar winner. Shame on us.

Of course writers shouldn’t be doing that.

The image of a writer is non-consumerist. They even have to write about being non-consumerist. But I found a little retail therapy just up my ally. I try so hard trying to be non-consumerist, though.

So where does this leave my writing? Or more precisely where does this leave me?

No longer a hypocrite

I can’t be a hypocrite and tell someone to avoid the latest blockbuster and tell them to watch the real and meaningful art house film on offer and praise it by default.

When one becomes a consumer, which we all become at some stage, then to tell others that they shouldn’t is no longer relevant. We are all consumers.

I’m special

And I felt it more now. I shouldn’t, but I did. And that we do, that I do, that you do, that no one else but you and no one else but me does. We are all special as consumers because we buy as unique consumers. I buy this, you buy that. But since I’m a writer it’s more of a flaw to call oneself a writer and buy those commercial, materialistic things that don’t fill the soul but make us empty. But we still are consumers.

So stop telling me that I shouldn’t buy this or that.

I’m still a writer

So, in light of this, should I write a commercial novel because I now feel what it’s like to be a consumer?

Should I write something commercial because I actually belong? Because I’ve joined the club? Because I felt it more this time, last time I didn’t feel it as much?

But that’s being as rigid as being non-consumerist. So I’ll write what I like to write. Being a consumer doesn’t change anything in my writing.

Not writing it off just yet

For a few months, I’ve been conflicted between flagging my freelance work or keeping on going submitting projects and short material.

Looking back at the event where an editor probably would have seriously considered my work, but his publication was strictly “in-house”, changed my mind.

You just never know. Hence, this “words on the way” blog is re-opened.

The short stuff is a dead end

It occurs to me, in a moment of reflection, that the many times I submitted to various publications over the last few years–the faith-based ones and the literary/fiction ones—came up fruitless.

Except a few publications would see my work, but I don’t have the resources for it. Nobody came to my aid this time.

Frankly I’m tired of trying. That means I won’t need to write about my movements in regards to writing anymore. This means this post is my last. But it does mean there are several other blogs I have started last month, where I will be writing.

So long but hello again. I am joining a monastery that has access to the internet and a laptop. There I will be a writer/blogster-writer and chant away.