A Silent Moment. Actors and Speeches. How is the Ink Running?

Several months ago I was at the funeral and burial site for Rose Johnson. Wife of deceased Raymond Johnson, one of my Grandfather's older brothers. Raymond had served in World War II as well his older brother Billie. Raymond had stormed the beaches of Normandy. Rose was buried right next to her husband after she had surpassed him and lived for 11 more years. It was there at the graveyard that someone said, “do we have anyone else here?(buried)” My Grandpa than began to walk through the head stones. My Mom asked me to help Great Aunt Laura walk through the uneven ground of the graveyard. We stopped at a small little head stone. Billie Johnson my Grandpa's brother who had died years back. He had fought on one of the Islands in World War II and had come home to his wife Laura whom I was escorting to the site. Billie was killed at the age of 23 in a Logging accident soon after his return from The War. It had been over 50 years since his passing. Laura never remarried and forever has been apart of our family. It was a amazing thing to stand at the grave with my Grandfather and Laura for those few moments of silence.

I have passed out the Film Scripts to the Actors and this Wednesday we are going to be practicing reading our lines together. In my mind I have a image of how the whole evening will go, but better than all that I also have these funny moments where I am picturing myself giving the actors motivational speeches. I enjoy humoring myself by imagining these speeches. The last imaginary speech I wanted to give the Actors involve me holding a chess set to display the true dual entity of the script and its production! It would have been a dynamite use of a prop in a speech. I have enjoyed the act of getting older, it allows me to laugh at myself more, because in truth I often take myself quite seriously and make imaginary speeches with chess boards in my hand.

I go through seasons of running. I am not a year round runner, because the dedication of time that it takes to support the interest. I assume this with a lot of activity's that I keep in my life. I forced myself to compartmentalize this areas of interest so that I will accept giving up one interest for the sake of another interest. Each time I begin running again, I am careful to expand my muscles slowing, but also careful to form muscle memory with good habits. A warm up mile, a warm down mile or half a mile walking to allow the heart to keep exercising at higher beats per minutes. I do these things so that forming muscle and building muscle back in my body is much smoother than just exhausting myself with go get'em work out. However, the hardest part of working out, is not always the start, but the continuation. After you have broken over the initial threshold and your mind is now comfortable with the work, it is also comfortable enough to not value the work. While running I have heard myself say, “ Why are you doing this? It is not doing anything for you.” Writing must be the same battle of will, because often times I can hear myself disregarding my exercise.