Don’t look back?

They tell you to never look back. It just stifles the present. In writing, it makes one think of the negative points of one’s writing. I wish I had done it better one moans. However, I do not mind looking back at what I have written in the past if just for the curiosity of rediscovering how my older work sounded.

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Moving on a bit

As part of my writing journey, an important part for me, is reviewing what I have already written. It came up with some pleasing reactions, but also some disappointed ones, but through it all, it made me aware of always thinking through an article or piece thoroughly first.

A pleasing reaction was on reviewing an old film review, as the film’s story dawned on me brighter than it ever had. It was an invigorating feeling when I realized this is one of my essential films. It became as clear as crystal why it was an essential film. So, it was a true ‘moment with a movie’.

And these are the moments I want to express clearer at my momentswithmovies.wordpress.com. The other movie blog about ascertaining why a film is suitable seemed irrelevant in view of what were my real moments with movies. So, I move on a little bit more than before…

What will he do next?

The humble writer or artist and filmmaker for that matter, may shy away from publicity or at least attempt to. But, underneath, there may be a liking to the question, what will he do next? Will it be as good or better than the last thing they made? That’s when a writer and artist gets a little inkling they have made it. But what will be next? A widely received disappointment? After the artist has gained acceptance?

Week in

This week: The beginning of the week started with a rejection slip. Enough said, but it started the week with a bang. Then, it got quiet because I’m in a phase of writing that is quietly pondering. So while I blog a film review, a poem here or there, other things are on my radar that I’m silently working on slowly but surely. The quiet voice of the “muse” as they call inspiration stirs in the sounds of silence.