Florence Vitel March 2020 – SPELL (3rd)
So, a friend stated yesterday that this crisis should inspire me for a novel, I answered that I had already begun a novel revolving around it and a group of people confined in a sub, for a NaNoWriMo challenge. I wrote about half of that novel during the month of October 2016…
The title is “Deep waters”.
And coming to think about it, it’s quite weird that the very subject is about a group of renegades of all nationalities and walks of life (doctors, geophysicist, scientist, nuke researcher, biologists, pshychotherapist, artists, outcast…), confined in a clandestine submarine, escaping the mercenaries set to kill them and eradicate them paid by repressive authorities of their governments and countries, with as backdrop the collapses of democraties and politic systems known until then (it it set in 2056), massive destruction of the ecosystems, huge climate changes, and spreading of deadly infections, notably pulmonaries, and with a growing advocacy for “neutrality” in gender identification, and reorganization of countries and geo-political aeras of influence, constraint and “retraining” of minorities in camps…
Due to all the reasearch I had to do, it went on very slowly. (I had to understand thoroughly ocean acidification and how a nuke sub works, among other things.) I have had barely time to continue since the end of 2018, but those past days, I have felt like I have to finish it now. Several friends and familiy members have already read the first draft as early as Nov 2016.So, for those interested, I’ll set up a link with a password on my blog for you to read it, if you like.
Comment, DM me, and let’s make this a collaborrative work >> your interest in it fueling my creative tank to finish it rapidly.
Let’s see whre this leads us. Thanks for your time.
Stay safe at home..
(Pls find a screenshot of my editing history of Deep Waters, as in my Drive.)
Following a very interesting discussion a few days earlier with a bookshop manager, I got the idea to draw another SPELL, because the wide spreading smartphone/socialmedia/electronic device/apps addiction seems now impossible to thwart, and it affects everyone.
Just go into a coffeeshop, and look at the customers. Too few are not glued onto their little screen.
What happened to good old-fashionned dreamy gazes, impromptu conversations, advices on which beverage to choose, and fortuitous smiles, and nodding, and cheering when we stumble upon a friend or an acquaintance? What happened to those micro-connections, when our eyes meet a stranger’s or a friend’s eyes?
What happened to those tiny glimpses of soul sharing?
Eyes riveted onto those screens that dag us into a world of synthetised emotions, and pseudo connections, we lose what what once a joy and a reason to rejoice : the ability to communicate in a friendly way.
Glued onto those screens, we do not see the person in front of us in the line steping into a dance move briefly as their favorite music plays, or seeing their amazing hair, or fashion style, we become oblivious of all the wonders that surround us…
So, let’s hope there will be more of those who switch off their device, who do not answer their phone as soon as it rings, when they are chatting with somebody, or admiring art in a gallery or a museum.
I often get scolded because I do not answer my phone right away when it rings. Mind you, I prefer to control my phone rather than they other way round.
Time to launch a new movement : I’m smarter than my smartphone, so I keep it under control.
What do you think?
Have a good day fellow bloggers, oddjobbers, readers and friends,
That’s a very old drawing! McIntosh computers were all the rage, before Apple blossomed onto its virtual ashes ( well, sort of, Jobs was fired from his own company and … you know the rest)
Nowadays, I could have drawn a phoneperson with a cellphone grafted onto their hand, as it is becoming a 21th centurty plague, because we are becoming so addicted, some of us are unable to switch this device off, when with other humans/dining/showering, or visiting a museum, or do anything, basically….
Well, actually I did a similar drawing of a girl under the spell of her cellphone, for Inktober 2018… check it out!
Tech is out to get us, folks! Keep drawing and writing prose or poetry!
So long, Floreva
This drawing is both a reflection and an achievement. By the time I finished it, I realised the face of the climber looks like my younger (and beloved) father’s. But that’s another story.
Climbing to the top of the mountain, figuratively speaking or not, physically climbing to the summit, our personal pyramid of goals or simply the objective to become the best person we know we can be, all this can be synthesize in the picture of a mountaineer, contemplating his feat, sitting atop of the peak he’s just ascended.
George Mallory once compared climbing to being an art, thus in his statement linking the climber to being an artist. In his writings about climbing, it describes it as a symphony. Surely, in his days of discoveries and challenges, with gear retrospectively dubbed as “inadequate” by modern mountaineers ( a statement which I am not sure to agreeing with), climbing “unconquered” mountains set in unchartered territories was a much more dangerous adventure than it is now
Now, who said mountains have to be conquered?
They were there before us and will be long after we’re gone. It’s just another belliquose term to describe a feat of courage, effort, motivation and pushing one’s limits. And it does not reflect properly the tremendous journey it can be. The very word implies a warlike confrontation of some sort, with a winner and a loser, or someone asserting their power over something.
Mountains are not conquered.
But we are, by the intoxicating adrenaline rush, the empowerment of achieving an arduous task, the supreme boost of esteem attached to victory over difficuty and over ourselves. Afterwards comes the joy of being rewarded by an impressive view and a deep sense of completion.
On the other hand, fear can be conquered ; shyness, jealousy, envy, greediness, suffering have to be conquered too. Because those emotions or feelings never vanish entirely, do they? They lurk in a dark corner of the soul, muzzled for a time, feeding on one’s insecurities. We can conquer them, and yet have to remain watchful of their taking over our heart and sensibility. It’s a never ending task.
So, let’s just climb mountains, and conquer our fragile selves.
Really rigged democratic elections or really democritic vote? Same difference in the results sometimes : the people’s voice is not always heard or taken into account.
What do you think?
(Indian Black Ink and watercolours, from the early 2000’s. It seems that the wheel turns, yet nothing really changes *sigh*)
Disclaimer : this is just a drawing.
The world mourns not just the victims but the values attached to liberty and the precious gift of life.
I guess the mothers of the suicide bombers mourn their child today and have no answer to ease their pain.
Peace should drive our actions and thoughts today and every day of our life.
Peace and light be with us all, today and forever
What’s on my mind, folks? I tell you what’s on my mind : I am#ffffFrench. I feel more #ffffFrench than yesterday morning. I’ll tell you why. First here’s my quote on this flag, I tinkered and old flag image a bit, recaps well all this.
I see my #compatriots in #France hit and down, bleeding and dead,
I see their blood on the pavement and the tears, the horrendous use of other humans to kill blindly innocent people,
I see the cowardliness of so-called noble fighters who call themselves defenders of integrity, who only prove once more that violence organises their “model” society and show the limits of their hypocrisy.
I see a people who has fought bitter battles in the past,and has won, alongside others or for others, I recall Lafayette helping the American young nation getting its sovereignty, I could name Malplaquet and Dorylaeum, the battle of the Chesapeake, the battle of the Vosges, Lodi, all the battles between 1914 and 1918, Koufra and Bir-Akeim, Operation Dragon and the Battle of Normandy, the terrorists attacks in Paris in 1995 and the Charlie hedbo tragedy…
I see the flag of freedom punctured by the poisonous stakes of hate,
I see my blood running in my veins bleeding onto this beloved flag to give it its red color.
Let me explain the flag that I cherish : there is the blue for the eternal skies of freedom that every human being should be able to enjoy above his head,
there is the white, like the immaculate page onto which my compatriots and any lover of freedom can write their own sacred story, and there is my favorite colour : the red. Like the blood of life, the blood of anonymous heroes fallen and not forgotten, and innocent people randomly killed and martyrs of liberty. Red, like the fire and the passion with which we fight back. Unafraid.
For one who falls, seven stand up.
Because we are ffffFrench. As in free, fighting-fit, free-thinking, fearless French. It’s in our blood. Even when it stains the streets, it remains the blood of #liberty
I am also friendly, fun, frank, and now, fortified.
Be well you all and fear not.
well, it’s been a long pause, not only because of summertime.
The time between the last post and this one saw many changes in me, for me and those around me, long story short : all areas are impacted : friends, family, health, work, personal and less personal, adjustments and all along with me in this adventure : the emotional roller coaster (not just me, but the ones close to me too).
To stay afloat and remain “zen” one solution >> meditation and deep breathing. Even moved houses >> paint job ongoing!
Good news is I focused more on writing and career and reached the final sentence of 2nd book (drama novel), on which I had been working for more than 3 years and a half. Sent to publisher, there will be some editing, but the baby has safely been delivered.
Secondly, personal growth (always good I should say) and greater clarity about career path, and side tracks, new ideas and new friends (kindred spirits, who cannot like that?) and business partnership taking shape (oh Joy).
Thirdly, glorious time in London (work, research, friendships and a bit of craziness with sister >>>delightful). In LDN I met incredible people, went to incredible venues and parties and even was invited to the ceremony of lawyers being called to the bar in one of the 4 Inns, it was fantastic, saw old friends, made new ones and got to make new acquaintances, went for a drink at the Aquashard and had dinner at the Oxo Brasserie with lil sis. Went to Chichester theater Fest, attended talks and strolled the hills of the Heath. Even went to see the last live show of the Monty Python gang! Such fun! Monty Pythoned since an early age, I could not miss it.
Oh the glorious, glorious time!
And lastly, my poem “Vingt ans en Quatorze” (Twenty years old in 1914) received the 1st Prize, category French, from the David Burland Poetry Prize, based in the UK. Great honor and deep joy.
Happy? More than that!
Adios, Pharrell Williams ! You can stay in your room, because I M HAPPY and I am the one who set fire to the dancefloor this 18th of August when the results were published!
My mind is bursting with ideas, I am finishing another story (ebook maybe?) and a set of short stories for lit comps.
Developing a certain project also, that has nothing to do with the written word and it make me feel good too, I am a bit tired but am bursting with energy on a creative level.
Hope you are feeling energised too, and supremely so!
So long folks! Be successful, stay safe, create and nurture well your body, spirit, and mind.
It does not take much and it makes all the difference.
Be yourself and be proud. A good philosophy, I should say….
So, here’s the only possible advice : Whatever your field, have you chosen your path or not (so far, things seemingly impossible at 25 can turn available to do 10 years later), there’s a way to make the best out of it : be yourself.
It’s sometimes scary, but try it, even if the others are surprised or do not fully understand. Allow yourself to be true and sincere. Because you need to allow your inner self to be known in order to recognize it yourself. You do not need to be strong all the time. Others need you to be strong, because it’s easier that way, minimum effort to be made. On the other hand, one can get tired of being always cheerful and with a smile plastered on the face, when one feels one needs a rest.
It may be extremely long to figure out and to accept. But happiness, better still, bliss is worth the try, don’t you think?
Be fearlessly audacious.
Be as strong as you can. Allow yourself to be as weak as you feel. Hold on to your personal beliefs.
Honor yourself. Honor your emotions. They exist, they just need to be acknowledged for what they are and are then better dealt with afterwards.
Don’t let go of your very essence.
No one, NO ONE, will ever tackle the battlefield in your shoes. Some may fight for some rights they think they share with you, because they will find their achievement or their goal, or a brief distraction from their own struggle in doing so, but remember, that in the end, you alone can fight for your self, and by your self.
You may and will find support and comrades entangled in the same human condition while en route to find your voice, you will also encounter joykillers, or abusive friends (and I wish you, instead, to stumble upon a fairplay enemy), and emotion cheaters or oblivious people…
Don’t let go of what is the true you, and do not be ashamed of your actions when they are a pure and sincere expression of you (provided, of course, they’re not malicious, that’s obvious, hey mate) or of your sheer emotions.
At least, 50% you meet do not like you, so be it… But for the right reason, ok? People do not have to tell you what will bring you happiness. They do not know you, they do not know what your life is, if they are scared when you open a little the door about yourself, then, you won’t waste time with them, because who you are does not interest them. But only what you offer and what they can grab from you is the motivation.
Be yourself, know yourself, embrace yourself with love. Empower yourself. It’s easy, it’s free, it can make happiness last forever. It’s within you and there’s chance that the discreet source inside your soul is obliterated by the tumult of this society or the uproar of others surrounding you. So listen carefully, trust it, trust your guts and your intuition and hold on to it.
Life’s too short.
Life really is too short…
Live as the being you are meant to be, not as the character they want you to embody.
I started to do it, and it’s better.
Floreva, a little more self-empowered tonight…
Have you ever experienced it?
You write a scene with your fictional characters and bam! it happens in your life? Even when the two events occur one year apart? I mean, the scenes described occurred and everything fell exactly into place, what they do, or say (or say not). Or someone reads what you’ve written 18 months ago and just say : “Hey, I know that”, and you’ve just met them 3 months ago? (because we need to be read, right? it fuels our need to explain why we write, the reason of our being here, and makes sense when everything else just makes no sense at all).
Or you just put a certain set of information and details about some characters and they show up for real? You meet people with those details in their life and they share it with you, things about them, things they do or have done, places they’ ve gone to, loooong after you created your fictional characters (like, 3 and 2 years ago….), and you think you’re trapped into the rewind thing of your dvd…
And it feels as if two parallels worlds have converged by chance (or is it?) into one event before continuing their own path, still parallel but bound to intertwine again…because you just happen to know it, deep down… see what I mean? Like, when you walk into a place and it feels just so familiar? You KNOW details about that place, even if it’s the first time you are here. As if your eyes and your body recognize it. This deja-vu impression may be quite disturbing or puzzling, I must say. Ever experienced it?
Or is it just me?
Or is it normal, because the oddjobbers might have that “special” sensitivity/sensitiveness that makes them feel things long before they happen?
I am puzzled and baffled altogether, I must say.
Something of the kind just took place some days ago. And I had forgotten a good deal about what I had written in the 1st part of this drama, because I’ve edited it over a year now,and I am involved in other projects and in the second part of the drama…
Or is it because , having started to meditate, I see more clearly some aspects that were so buried inside me that, I kept stumbling upon, without even noticing there was recurring pattern?
I must find the samuraï within me and stop letting myself being troubled by such things, it’s ridiculous.
I must go back to my writings. No time to feel lightheaded.
I promise the next post will be more grounded and down to earth.
Happy day to you, dear readers, before this world ends in flames and chaos.
We all know the Everly brothers and their song “Dream, dream dream”.
Source : wikipedia, Everly Brothers
Have a try, replace the word “dream” by “Tweet” and you’ll get the picture. It works with the entire song, without becoming (too) silly 😉
I decided to bring some fun in my Tw*tter bio (life is so short, you know and a smile is always worth a bit of taking (small) risks* (my account being suspended?), and I have taken the pledge to “update” it everyother day, with a funny aspect of my life/aspirations/whatever momental inspiration, hence my post here.
*hey buddy, that’s “auto-derision” and ironic, of course …
Check it out and let me know if you smiled. Good day to you.
PS : More seriously : one screenwriting idea : “What if Julius Cesar was utterly shy and short-sighted, afraid of horses, and keen on playing chess all day but at one point got kicked in the ass coached by his wife to conquer the world ?
What do you think about that one?
Too Mel-Brook-ish ? Not new? (maybe)