Monday, October 26, 2015

Real Reel Life

Real Reel Life

by John L. Harmon

(July 29, 2004)


Here I am

In the film of my choice

A classic from long ago

Revisited, Reimagined, Returned

A sequel of sorts


The setting is the same

Changes have permeated the cast

Characters revealing their true colors

Now relating to one another

In vastly different ways


So I am finally readjusted

Feeling good with my choice

Beginning to see my purpose

Of rejoining this film at this point


Yet, I sometimes ponder

What it is like for others

When I make a special guest appearance

In the old film

On the old sets

Within the old story


How do my previous castmates perceive me?

Am I a vapor or a mist?

A spectral memory brought into life?

Perhaps I am the figure

Caught in the corner of the eye

Quickly gone when glanced at


Maybe I am seen as a fugitive

From an old silent film

A flickering black and white image

Not quite in focus

Moving faster than normal

A pantomime of speech and action

Not truly there

Cue fade out


I give a smile and a nod

As my image starts to dim

The flickering subsides

No, not dead

Back to my film I go

Just down the lot

A different soundstage

Of a different size


Now I am fully comfortable

In my celluloid skin

All my props transported here

No solid proof in the old film

Of me, myself and I

Just flashbacks for my former castmates

Memories that can be forgotten




I look upon the old film

Spinning the reels in my mind

It all seems so strange

Now that I am completely home

I have one more question to ask myself


Without physical proof of my existence there

       ...did I exist there at all?




The preceding was a long poem-thing from a different decade.  It is essentially about moving from one town to another, but I suppose it could also describe moving on emotionally from one state of mind to another. 

Freak Out,

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

The First Genre

My initial thought when I pulled this genre from my handy, badly painted Halloween jar was...


Then I sat down and did some good old-fashioned thinking.

About my childhood.  

My personal experiences.  

The books I loved reading.  

The movies and television series I loved watching.

Multiple ideas bubbled to the surface, but one rose a bit higher than the rest.

Let's just say the idea made me grin, but that is all I dare share at this time.

A bit more word-boiling, along with some note-taking, and I shall begin to weave a tale in the genre of Children's Story.
Freak Out,
P.S.  The old/new project hit a snag last week, but I think I've got it covered.   ;)

Monday, October 5, 2015

"What the hell am I doing?" the rhetorical question I ask myself when I know exactly what I'm doing but also know it is crazy.

Maybe it is because I was looking at Dark Excursions on the library shelf and thinking how lonely it must feel.  Maybe it is because I am itching to create something new.  Maybe it is because I know I can, even though it might be a long and painful, but creatively fulfilling process.

Yes, I'm preparing to write another book.  Not a novel this time, but a collection of short stories.  While I could borrow a few stories from this blog, I don't want to do that.  As I mentioned in the previous paragraph, I want to create something new.  Since I am the kind of writer that sometimes needs an outside spark to ignite my words, I did something I rarely do.  I asked for help.

I asked five writers and one librarian to suggest a couple of genres a piece. I explained that I would write down each genre, place them in a jar, draw one and write a short story centered around that genre.  The short stories will appear in the book in the order I draw and write the genres.  

Well, the writers and librarian came through for me with some very specific, mind-reeling genres!  Genres I'm not generally known for writing, as if I'm known for writing, but you know what I mean.  I will be writing outside of my comfort zone, and I am nervous and excited by this challenge!  

Yesterday I jotted down the genres on 13 pieces of paper (one person was allowed a third suggestion) and placed them in my Halloween jar, which I badly painted two years ago.  Within the week I will draw the first genre and see where it takes me.  

Thank you for your time and much thanks to the one librarian and five writers!
I just hope I don't flake out or lose interest.

Freak Out, 

P.S.  I am also working on a separate old/new project that I hope to see completed before the end of October, but that is another post for another day.