Hope that all of you who celebrate had a lovely Easter!
Hope that all of you who celebrate had a lovely Easter!
So . . .
I just finished watching ‘Before Sunset.’ It’s 5:57 a.m., just before sunrise. I had a long (but good) night, reunited with a very old friend, came home, and the last thing I wanted to do was lie down and sleep—so . . . this is where we’re at. Hello.
I’m sitting here with a piping hot chamomile tea (Why do writers always have to have a hot beverage within arms’ reach? We’re kind of annoying, aren’t we? Be honest—are we? Yeah? Oh.) and trying to decide what to make of this film. I loved it—I know that much. Was great to see Céline and Jesse reunite in Paris, and to carry on such fulfilling, rich conversation (they both have incredible minds; I love that), relive the past a little bit, etc. These movies are very well-written!
I guess something I didn’t like was that Jesse spent a great deal of time sort of convincing himself—and trying to convince Céline—that his marriage was dysfunctional, simply to justify a possible hookup with Céline. You see this all the time: people wanting what’s right in front of them then and there, so they suddenly convince themselves that what they have (be it a relationship or marriage) is bad, as though that will grant them a free pass.
I guess I just think that, if you’re married, you probably shouldn’t be in another country meeting up with a one night stand you had ten years prior and discussing said hookup and telling her your marriage sucks and that you dream of her, before heading back to her apartment to have her sing to you. If you’re always dreaming of another woman and can’t dislodge her from your head, then why get married to a different woman? Kind of unfair to the new woman . . . or am I just old fashioned in thinking that marriage should only happen between two people who are fully and irrevocably in love with one another, and . . . wait for it . . . only each other? Whoa, I lost cool points there—I can feel it. But guys, here’s a quote:
Jesse: In the months leading up to my wedding, I was thinking about you all the time. I mean, even on my way there; I’m in the car, a buddy of mine is driving me downtown and I’m staring out the window, and I think I see you, not far from the church, right? Folding up an umbrella and walking into a deli on the corner of 13th and Broadway. And I thought I was going crazy, but now I think it probably was you.
Céline: I lived on 11th and Broadway
Jesse: You see?
Aw, how sweet: on the way to his wedding he was daydreaming about a hookup he had ages ago with a girl he met on a train. Makes me all warm and fuzzy.
Another thing? Meeting someone under unusual circumstances (in this case on a train in Europe) doesn’t always mean they’re going to be this special person who you were made to be with. We tend to think that, us humans. That if we meet someone when we least expect to that it’s some sign from the love gods. We tend to put more magic behind coincidence . . . because—and I’m wildly guilty of this—it feels good. It just does. But often, what feels good and what is good for us are two vastly different things. And the world is chaos, and coincidences happen all.the.time.
All right . . . it’s late (early?) so I’m not going to get all philosophical now, but—but.but.but—I do love this story and think the super high ratings surrounding it are warranted. On the positive side it shows that (true) connections don’t fade, even when life moves on and people grow older and everything around them changes. And I loved that nothing actually did happen between them other than conversation. There was nothing impure about their time spent together (besides Jesse prattling on about how awful his marriage is, in an attempt to get back into Céline’s pants, of course). No—really though, it was innocent enough.
And I’m out. My bed beckons me and sleep finally seems like a decent idea. Good thing it’s Sunday tomorrow.
“A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it. Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight. By using words well they strengthen their souls. Story-tellers and poets spend their lives learning that skill and art of using words well. And their words make the souls of their readers stronger, brighter, deeper.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin
I redid the cover for my novella, My Darrling, recently! I wrote this story (in between writing my full-length novel) and put it out there thinking not a single soul would read it, but it’s done quite well for itself despite the fact that I haven’t marketed it one bit.
Because of the somewhat twisted nature of the novella—a teenage girl falls in love with a nineteen-year-old serial killer named Isaac Darrling and their love affair plays out in a run down New York City motel—I assumed readers would be leaving less than pleasant reviews, too, but that hasn’t been the case at all. In fact, they’ve completely grasped and understood it, and I want to hug them for that. It’s the most rewarding thing on Earth when people get you, you know? I’ve had a couple of readers contact me personally through Goodreads to tell me they were in tears and so happy they read it. I’ve been seriously humbled—and I thank you for that. I’ll be doing a giveaway of the novella with the new cover as soon as I get more copies of it, but in the meantime you can check it out below.
1. To save any confusion: The name on the novella is Krystal McLean because that was my legal name when I wrote it. It has since been changed, of course, but for now I’m keeping my old name on this work.
2. Images for the new design were purchased at fotolia.com
So . . . without further ado:
Hope you like it!
“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.”
Just watched ‘Before Sunrise’—finally! Have been meaning to watch this film for ages. Tonight I put everything aside, popped some popcorn, and put it on. Glad I did; it’s lovely!
Before Sunrise was released in 1995—nineteen years ago!—yet everything is still fairly relevant . . . because no matter how much we evolve or how much time passes or how technologically advanced we become, we always fall in love the same way: purely, honestly, unapologetically and, funnily enough, when we least expect it. This movie encompasses all those raw moments so beautifully. Great writing, directing and acting all around!
Side note: If this were made in 2014 that ending would have gone something more like this:
Jessee: “I’ll miss you . . . but we’ll Skype.”
Céline: “Yes, we’ll Skype every day. And make sure you friend me on Facebook.”
Jessee: (Grins, a crooked devilish grin) “I already did earlier while you were using the bathroom.”
Céline: “I’ll follow you on Twitter when I get home, too.”
Jessee: “Of course, yes. Do you have Google +? We should get each other added on there—cover all our bases.”
Céline: “I do; I’ll find you on there! Follow me on Instagram—I’ll post those photos we took at sunset. And I’ll link you to my Tumblr once I’m home and unpacked. I was thinking about starting a board on Pinterest about our night in Vienna. . . . “
Jessee: (Sighs) “I hope we meet again, Céline, but we probably won’t since we can just stalk the shit out of each other online. Have a safe trip home. See you in the computer.”
Céline: “You too, Jessee.” (Waves goodbye before returning her gaze to her iPhone, tripping up the steps into the train)
And the closing scene would be Jessee receiving a sassy WhattsApp message from Céline.
Excited to watch the sequel, ‘Before Sunset.‘ And then Before Midnight. Weeeeeeee.
Sheesh, I’m terrible at updating my website. I have a few things half-written and saved in my drafts that I should find time to finish and publish soon! I’ve been so very busy, but hey—aren’t we all. I have so many exciting things happening right now and I can’t wait to tell you about them! Soon, soon.
I hope 2014 has been great for everyone so far!
Have an awesome New Year’s Eve everyone! And here’s hoping that 2014 is full of happiness, success, love, smiles . . . and bad-assness!
Blink by Malcolm Gladwell. I’ve had a thick interest in psychology since I was about thirteen years old. I was lucky enough to live a five minute walk from the local library, and so when I had free time, I’d head over, grab a psychology book from the shelf, and bury my nose in it. Some things never change. I’m still absolutely fascinated by the human mind, and understanding human interaction.
I think that an understanding of psychology helps authors tremendously with their writing, too. If you don’t understand the human mind, how are you to write it, create it, over and over again? I always get asked for writing tips, and something I cannot express enough is that you must not only understand yourself, but understand the people around you as well. Try to figure out why the people you know are the way they are. You will write the same character over and over again if you only learn about the basic parts of the human mind, or only about yourself. You want to write fully expressed, three-dimensional characters in order to engage your readers. So expand your knowledge of all different types of people (introverts, extroverts, positive people, negative people, people with addictions, health nuts, the heartbroken, the heartbreakers, artistic folks, leaders, followers, etc.). Sure, we’re all the same—we’re all human!—but we’re all so very different, too.
Anyway, I’m excited to see what Malcolm Gladwell has to say in this book! Here’s to hoping I learn something new!
I took a picture of this quote a few days ago while reading Allegiant by Veronica Roth. I really love it; there’s so much truth packed in these three lines.
It’s so important to never believe something completely fallacious just because you think it’ll make your life better. Be honest with yourself, think things through, and never believe something without researching it for yourself.
I just adore these books!