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A REEL Impact!
This week I was tagged on Facebook to participate and forward this post:
TEN day movie challenge: Post an image, without explanation, from a movie which made an impact on you. ONE movie image & ONE nomination per day for 10 days.
Although I rarely engage in these challenges, I accepted the nomination, as it doesn’t require much time or effort to follow through on an enjoyable pursuit.
Without a moment’s hesitation, the no. 1 film which has made the greatest impact on me, pertaining to my writing, is 'On the Waterfront' (1954). If memory serves me correctly, I was 12 years old when I first watched Elia Kazan’s gritty and thought-provoking combination of crime drama, romance, and character study.
So many quote-worthy lines too. Here’s by far, the most recognizable:
Terry Malloy – “You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it.”
'On the Waterfront' influenced the types of movies and programs I’d watch, and the book genres I’d prefer to read. As a writer/published author, I’m fond of branding my Contemporary Women’s Fiction as “Lit with Grit”. Besides incorporating historic landmarks, geographic entities, and regional culture in my novels:
I create fully-fleshed characters.
I steer away from writing lame dialogue.
In both regards, I’m proud to include an excerpt from a 5-Star review for 'An Enlightening Quiche' (2016):
“It was filled with fascinating, three-dimensional characters who seem to live and breathe on the page, the dialogue between them was honest and believable, a trick many authors never seem to achieve.”
“Go ahead, make my day.”
* Leave a comment with the title of a movie which made a REEL impact on your life.
Eva’s Byte #259: Keeping the Distance
Not to be confused with keeping the faith, a separate strain for surviving the COVID-19 pandemic, beyond not becoming infected with the potentially lethal coronavirus. The live update as of 5:50 p.m., April 15th: 2, 073,555 cases; 134,020 deaths. Recovered: 509,038.
So, venturing forth in public, mandated for essential purposes only, that of surviving—we keep our social-distance: 6 feet asunder as opposed to 6 feet under, the depth of a freshly dug grave.
Keeping the faith that we’ll get past this crisis, it’s already a given that social-distancing and other Checkpoint-Charlie protocol will become a way of life as we slowly matriculate back into society.
Par for the course in following extreme measures to keep one’s distance, there are ill-effects from going too far:
For over month and counting, I’ve not been able to visit my elderly mother where she resides in an assisted living facility. In retrospect, it might seem a small price to pay for keeping those in a vulnerable age bracket institutionalized in their own home without physical contact from loved ones.
In a different light, deprivation of life as she knew it—and for how much longer—is an exorbitant price to pay when you’re 89 years old. She said as much herself.
Pheasant under glass comes to mind.
In the meantime, keeping my distance through self-isolation, unless heading out to the supermarket, I’ve gone the distance along my Contemporary WIP. This week, having finished drafting chapter 45, I’m in the throes of writing chapter 46.
*If you’ve read this far, thank you! While keeping the distance, may you find a way to reach out to loved ones from afar.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
So, venturing forth in public, mandated for essential purposes only, that of surviving—we keep our social-distance: 6 feet asunder as opposed to 6 feet under, the depth of a freshly dug grave.
Keeping the faith that we’ll get past this crisis, it’s already a given that social-distancing and other Checkpoint-Charlie protocol will become a way of life as we slowly matriculate back into society.
Par for the course in following extreme measures to keep one’s distance, there are ill-effects from going too far:
For over month and counting, I’ve not been able to visit my elderly mother where she resides in an assisted living facility. In retrospect, it might seem a small price to pay for keeping those in a vulnerable age bracket institutionalized in their own home without physical contact from loved ones.
In a different light, deprivation of life as she knew it—and for how much longer—is an exorbitant price to pay when you’re 89 years old. She said as much herself.
Pheasant under glass comes to mind.
In the meantime, keeping my distance through self-isolation, unless heading out to the supermarket, I’ve gone the distance along my Contemporary WIP. This week, having finished drafting chapter 45, I’m in the throes of writing chapter 46.
*If you’ve read this far, thank you! While keeping the distance, may you find a way to reach out to loved ones from afar.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
