In a small bathroom fit with only a small tub where she had to bend her knees to fit entirely, a commode, and a sink did she sing. Her voice grew raspy over the years since she had modeled, never her true passion but it worked well for her. She was one of the models talked about in the past that didn’t worry about hair in her arm pits. She shaved them now as she sang with a cigarette dangling from her lips. The sound of song vibrated through the rose infused room with her strong vibrato’s.
She thought about the blue dress that she wore once. It was memorable by the color alone. She then remembered it merely as the blue dress. It flowed and shined. It embraced and slimmed. It contracted her diaphragm so she couldn’t sing, even if she had wanted to.
She sang now. She sang a song that had no meaning to anyone listening. The noise that beckoned through started from the thumping of her heart. Her heart that would soon fail her. She was only sixty five, yet she sang. She sang the song of her heart. The heart that would fail her. The heart that would fail her dreams of singing. The heart that caused her pain when her husband went away. The heart that was ripped out when her son declared his hatred of her.
Now she sang. But there were tears that accompanied the vocal strings which played. The steam rising from the tub relaxed her. She didn’t worry much on these things, as much as she loved that she had a husband. She loved that she had a son. She loved the two men in her life very much. They were no longer there. They didn’t know of this heart that would soon fail.
Sang she now did, as the heart couldn’t supply the vibrations. Sang she now did from the soul that kept her entire being. Her soul would never fail her. Her soul would remain happy. Her soul will carry on from this world of misery. Her soul won’t care if she didn’t shave her pits.
The singing stopped now as her voice cracked. The singing stopped now as she stared at the wall. The singing…
Ms. Dura Alivoix was a marvelous woman. Ms. Dura Alivoix was a Singer!
I haven’t signed on to my dear blog for approximately three days. While I’ve been gone I was hoping to open my dashboard today and see all sorts of views and comments. Wow was I ever disappointed. I work constantly (which most of us do) and I just had my sisters wedding today (which I only found out about three days ago) so when I come to my solace I was hoping for some comfort. Nothing. This brings me to my next question. What makes you hot? What keeps the most popular blogger’s on top? Is it truly entertaining content, intelligent content, or constant content?
“…What Makes you hot?”
I realize as I type this that there are several sides to this argument. I then sit and wonder, Why I’m complaining. I’m simply writing to help my grammar and writing ability. Ernest Hemingway says you must write everyday if you wish to really be a writer. Whereas my ideas for my stories might not always be strong I can always go on this blog of mine and write whatever is on my mind.
I also realize that I am still relatively new to this website. New to blogging. And new to the world as well. Sometimes false vanity begins to kick in. You almost think that you are king blogger when all of the sudden with a quick report of the last three days you realize that you are only you. There is no existential fan base out there secretly hiding between the lines of every blog, snooping behind every sign post, or reading my every update.
I also realize that there are people out there with a much greater talent than I that have the same issues. The difference is that they don’t have to go back to their material and look it over and over and over again. They might do so just for the pure indulgence of their creativity and intelligence. They have great talent and it is only a matter of time before they get discovered and get put on some great big publishers list of best sellers. In my case this crazy red squiggly line constantly shows up under my words (including my first attempt at the word squiggly).
But there really is a question that I wish to receive some sort of response on. I want to know from some of the best blogger’s out there, What makes you hot? By all means give me a full dissertation while you’re at it.
Caleb A. Mertz
You have slaved over the hardwork of putting your piece together. Now there is someone trying to criticize your work. Two questions, when is their feedback enough, and when do you stop defending your own work and own up to the feedback?
This question arouses within me from a conversation that I had with a team member tonight. On the drive home I was thinking more and more about it. I then applied that question to writing. I remember there being so many times especially with my first book where someone would give me some critique and I would push it away because I KNEW that I was right. More often than not they were right. Especially when my sister had pointed out a few different issues with some paragraph structures and story flow at the beginning of the book. Then again, I had to be right and convinced her that I had a plan and thus ensured that it was structured that way. She just didn’t read enough into the story.
When is enough, enough?
Friends and family are always there for you when you need them most. This is a statement that gets used over and over again. I had found, however, that while I was working on putting together somewhat of a final draft for the publisher there was an everlasting flow of criticism. First I used the name of the character too much, then there were too many filler words like, a, the, and well, and. Then there was a problem with the plot, oh and this paragraph was horrible…”did you really want that much religious undertone?” The list continued. This criticism, I had to wonder, didn’t seem as if it was so much constructive as it was destructive to my hard spent time and energy on this book.
This was another point in time where I had to weigh everything out. I had to unfortunately tune out the speaker at
times because it seemed like it was no longer an attack on my work, but an attack on me. So…I handed them pens (red ones to make it special) and had them wright out their thoughts on the manuscript that I provided. Ahhhh, silence!
In summation being right all of the time is never a good thing. You can loose a realistic view on your work and yourself. There is always a time when you have friends
and family critiquing your work that you may have to tune it down a bit. I recommend getting a professional editor, or an ex-english teacher to preview your work and suggest corrections. If you happen to have an Uncle who’s an english teacher, well you have fun with that!