A Writer's Muse

"I have never believed that everything happens for a reason. But I do feel very strongly that everything happens so that it can be turned into a column." -Gail Collins, The New York Times

My cousin posted this as his Facebook status today. He is one of my favorite cousins, and while I don't always agree with his ideas (though I do more than some would believe!), I do have the utmost respect for him. He's the "cool" cousin, and we all hope a bit of his "coolness" could rub off on us. I'm excited to be his friend on Facebook, because I appreciate catching the glimpse into his mind that his new iPhone offers through his more regular Facebook updates (and because I think he's cool and I enjoy "cooler by association").

So I noticed this quote when he shared it. And, because of Writer Mama and my assigned exercises, I'm starting to notice things more. I've always had opinions, but I haven't always shared them through words on a page (just words screamed from my mouth!). Somehow I think they'd be better received on a page. Reading the Gail Collins quote posted by my cousin Michael made me think about how much the Writer Mama should like the quote.

While I DO believe that everything happens for a reason, I also think that, in the writer's mind, everything also happens to be made into a column. Or a blog post. Or a journal entry. That's what Task One was really all about: seeing the muse in the every day and every thing. Whether it is what my girls say or how I lost my temper today or how many times I had to clean the floor or how amazed I am at the lines at Barnes & Noble last night or how alarmed I am that people would rather the USPS continue to lose billions of dollars than not bring me junk mail on a Saturday . . . whatever it is, it's my muse. It has to be if I want to embrace this writer's life.

So, while it can be said that not everything that happens to ME is interesting, somewhere something interesting IS happening, and it's either my job to find it or to make something dull interesting. Either way, I have to do it, because for me writing is like breathing. It's natural and it's necessary.

Task One = Disappointing Revelations

Task one: Search magazine shelves to gauge "current events." Use them to inspire your written words.

Last night (largely because of the deep breathing yesterday required), I got a "Free Mommy" pass to get out of the house for a couple of hours. Since I wasn't interested in meeting up with the Rogue fanatics at what Beau believed was the Monday-night Palin book signing at Barnes & Noble, I went to Schuler's. In addition to checking out all of the little gifty things (can't resist them!), I stopped by the magazine racks to knock Writer Mama's first task off my list.

Observations:
* There are likely more magazines published each month than literate human beings to read them.
* Literacy is likely not required to enjoy all of the publications. Intelligence is certainly not required.

* Clothing for cover models is obviously not required.

* The line between what consumers actually want and what the media forces down our throats is blurry. All too blurry.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm as superficial as the next girl. I also enjoyed reading the Twilight series. It was a great story--a fun romance for a girl who doesn't much like romances. But there are a few things worth noting, Dear Media:
1) Stephenie Meyer is not an outstanding writer. She spun a great yarn--much like Stephen King does--but her writing isn't gripping, her dialogue is lacking, and her characters lack depth.
2) Kristen Stewart and Rob Pattinson are not my Bella and Edward. Sure, Pattinson is fine to look at, but did his acting need to be stonier than his vampire flesh? And don't even get me started on Stewart! I hoped it was just for the film--just because Bella is supposed to be a bit awkward and shocked by the small-town obsession with her--but I've seen her in other things. She. Can't. Act. Period. If I am forced to swallow one more quote about her being one of the finest actresses of this generation, I'm going to scream. And I'm going to quit going to the movies. Or at least even believing I might enjoy them. Her being one of the finest actresses of this generation says bad things about this generation.
3) While the films and the novels might "define this generation," they won't stand the test of time. My children won't be studying them in their literature classes, and my grandchildren will find them on my bookshelf and likely pass right by them. They surely won't watch the films (except with the same amusement that we offer the acting in [all of] the Star Wars films).

Perhaps my thoughts above are indicative of many of the challenges facing this generation and its definition of art, reality, and talent. When "reality" TV encourages parents to use their children as pawns to hijack the media and already-budget-tapped law enforcement agencies or as ATMs to fund their jetset lifestyles and tummy tucks, a generation just might be lost. When "talent" is limited to celebrities who are famous for doing absolutely nothing other than spending money and sleeping around and partying their youth away, a generation just might be confused. When "art" is defined by subpar literature that carries a decent plot and acting that would bore even vampires to death, a generation just might be bought. And sold.

It all makes me concerned for my children. What will they watch, read, enjoy? It also makes me concerned for my own entertainment. Smart television is pulled from the screen for sex and crude comedies. The best movies of the year tend to be animated or rehashed from what we watched when I was a kid. Books are republished as soon as the movie version is released, and the actually artful cover art is replaced with the faces of the actors and actresses that destroyed the characters' limited credibility and deviated so far from the original plot that it is barely recognizable.

I may actually have to start using my brain here to come up with my own entertainment. That is, if I can find it under the mountains of trees wasted to print whatever I'm being sold this week.

As I'm looking for it, perhaps you could answer a question for me, Dear Media. Which came first: my desire for more on Jon & Kate, New Moon, Carrie Prejean, Sarah Palin, and the Balloon Boy or you burying everything that would be more worth my time so all I can see is this? And where can I opt out of what you're selling?

Task one: I suppose disgust can be as great a muse as intrigue.