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Sunday, November 27, 2011

Where’s Stephenie?

A couple of weeks ago, the movie Breaking Dawn premiered. I wasn’t going to be first in line to see the movie, though I read the entire series of books.  Yes, I got caught up in the mania, but I wouldn’t consider myself a Twilighter. Rather, I really enjoyed the way Stephenie Meyer wrote. Her development of characters made them memorable and she used a good turn of phrase in many of the pages.
As I’ve seen images of the movie premiere, a thought struck me—where is the author in these galas? Of course, a movie has many different and important components—actors, director, set and costume designers. However, in my opinion, this movie could have happened without her. She created these stories, yet she’s not shown on the red carpet. Or at least not in the footage I’ve seen.
When my works are made into a movie (yes, I said when, not if!) I would try to get into every camera shot I can!  In my mind’s eye, the actors are on the runway, and there I am, standing next to them. Or, the animators are posing for a picture and there I am, linking arms with them (I haven’t decided if the movie will be live action or animated) I’ll be best friends with all of them, and why not?  They’re bringing my characters to life!
Maybe that’s it—the story takes a life of its own.  At the risk of sounding like a cliché, writing a book is like giving birth. If I’m vying for every photo opportunity, I would resemble a desperate helicopter mom.
Maybe Stephenie’s got the right idea, staying out of the spotlight. She’s letting her work stand on its own. She created it, put it out there, and that’s enough. I’ll take a lesson from this, though it’s still kind of fun to think of me being on the red carpet!

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Chris Chris Navigation System

Remember the commercials for the GPS system Tom Tom? It would depict a driver that was lost. He would turn to the passenger in the car and say their first name twice, asking for directions. Of course, the passenger looked at the driver blankly.
The funny thing is, if I run into a traffic jam or road work, I call my husband on my cell phone.  I say “Chris Chris, I’m on the freeway, but it’s backing up. If I get off on Franklin Road, which way can I get to work?”
My husband then gives me step by step directions on how to get to work. It always amazes me that he is able to navigate without being there. I basically know only a couple of ways to work, so if I need to take a detour, I’m in a pickle if left to my own resources.
Chris figures he’s good with directions because he has always had jobs where driving is essential. He is always the first to find all of the shortcuts around the town we live in. Also, he really enjoys all aspects of driving.  I’ve been with him when he’s decided to turn down little known roads just to see where they lead.
 I see driving as a mundane necessity, getting from point A to point B safely. My idea of excitement while driving is listening to a book on CD.
If I was born during pioneer days, I would definitely not be leading the covered wagons. The United States would be very small if left up to people like me. However, Chris would fit in great being a scout in the new frontier. It’s a good thing that my fate is not discovering uncharted lands, but only a different way to get to work on time!
There are times I think I need to bone up on my navigation skills, but honestly I have no interest. I have a cell phone that has Chris Chris on speed dial, and that’s good enough for me!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Gimme lots of hair!

Today my teenage son, Derek, got his first professional haircut. This is a momentous occasion at our house. For years, he didn’t care how his hair looked. When it got completely out of control, Dad would give him a short buzz cut. However, today, with a patient hairstylist, he picked out the style and didn’t resist--he was finally ready. Now, he looks so handsome, much better than the thick bed head he had been sporting! 
As I admired the precision cut around his ears and youthful spiky bangs, I remembered his very first haircut. He was two years old and still had his fine baby hair. I worried over the patchiness and corn silk quality of his hair. When he was a baby, this hair looked natural—now it looked completely out of place.   
One day, my husband suggested cutting all of Derek’s hair off. That way, it would give the new hair more room to grow. I had heard of this logic before—my father knew fellow workers who would yearly shave their heads and thicker hair would indeed grow in.
However, I wasn’t prepared for the shock when our son emerged from the bathroom.  My husband was behind him, clippers in hand. Our son was completed bald, his soft pink scalp exposed violently. I drew in my breath sharply, but didn’t want to scare him. I think I scared my husband, who quickly darted back into the bathroom. Derek looked at me with a big smile—he didn’t appear to be worse for the wear, just extremely bald.
Thankfully, in a few weeks, his hair grew in and it was THICK! His head was now topped with wavy, chestnut locks. This change was a relief to me and was really noticeable, as I was to find out when I when I took him to the pediatrician for a checkup. In the waiting room was another two year old with the awkward baby hair patches. As Derek joined him in sharing building blocks, I noticed the boy’s mother staring at my son. Finally, this woman asked me how was my son’s hair so nice and thick? I smiled and prefaced that my advice was drastic. I told her that we shaved off his baby hair a few weeks ago. She raised her eyebrows, but seemed receptive to the idea. I warned her it’s very shocking to see your child with no hair. She nodded solemnly. She said she couldn’t stand looking at his bald spots anymore and was willing to try anything.
You know, back then I was so concerned about his hair’s thickness. Now, I just want him to be able to run a comb through it and look halfway decent!   Well, at least for the next six weeks, I can be sure he will.