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What old radio has taught me about writing and imagination

Do you like old radio?  I do.  I love to listen to what was entertainment before Philo T. Farnsworth turned on his brain and invented the television.

I was letting my computer randomize songs and one of these old shows came on.  It happened to be “The Fat Man” from 1946.  This character was one of Daishell Hammett’s creations.  If you don’t know, Daishell Hammett pretty much created the hard boiled detective noir genre.  The Maltese Falcon, and Sam Spade were his, as were many other entries in Black Mask Magazine and several old radio shows.  If you like Dead Med Don’t Wear Plaid, think Daishell Hammett.

Listening to this show, I realized how far entertainment has come whether for good or bad.  In today’s world, there is so much visual and so many things that can be done with special effects that the writing does not have to be very descriptive in relation to old radio.  A director can add or subtract elements to fit what he wants to show and our imagination doesn’t need to work.

In the “old” days, with radio everything had to be presented by the actors, for the imaginations of the masses.  “Theater of the Mind” was bandied about and it truly was.  Writers had to put enough information into their stories that the dialogue and some primitive sound effects could immerse a listener into the world of the writers imagination.

I have come to realize that this most basic lesson of writing is still one of the most important.  Paint the word picture, there are no special effects for books.  Maybe in the future the Kindle will have smells and sounds come out of it but not today.   It is my job as a writer to make you the reader see inside my head.

I have had some difficulty learning this in the past.  I can see my world why can’t you?  Of course the pirates are coming up the hill on the road from the town.  Oh did I forget to mention the town or the hill in the first draft?  Umm, Yea.   I have learned much from the old radio writers about descriptions and dialogue that paints a scene.

If you need something different to listen to, head to the library and look for the books on cd section.  They have a section in there with old radio shows.  Start with War of the Worlds and get into The Shadow, The Fat Man and anything with Arch Obler like Lights Out.  Suspense is a great one too, many starring Vincent Price.

Good luck getting back to the classics

Justin

Poetry Tuesday continued: Forever!

Eight Flying Doves

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Hey Folks it’s me again, are you still out there?  I hope so.  Anyhow, Today I continue Poetry Tuesday with another one that I wrote for my wife when we were dating.  I can’t wait until someone says “Why don’t you write something new for (insert name or explicitive here)’s sake?”

I like to share some older stuff.  So there.  Maybe next week.

Anyway, Today I have titled this poem Forever.  Enjoy and let me know if you like some of these!
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Why I stay home, part 2

Hello again.  Guess what? I broke my visitor record yesterday and I like it.  Today I feel like doing the Rocky and Bullwinkle thing.  “When we last left you Frostbite Falls was falling into …”   The real from yesterday, I was talking about how I quit working to go back to school and ended up with a 1 year old in the hospital for Kidney Failure.

Today we will start there.  For 16 weeks I went back an forth between the hospital with my wife and 1 year old, and home with my 7 and 5 year olds.  School had not started for the little one so babysitters were plentiful for a few hours each day.  That kind of contradicted our “We will raise our kids” mantra but it couldn’t be helped.  I was still home with them at night and as much as I could be.

After she got out of the hospital, she didn’t have kidney’s any more.  The disease that she had was a genetic mutation and required removal of both kidney’s before they became cancerous.  Without kidney’s my little one year old needed dialysis daily.  At first I took her 20 miles every day to the University of Utah to get dialysis.  We tried dialysis at home but it didn’t work after 3 months of trying.

As of September 2007 she needed dialysis 4 times per week and it was my job to take her.  My wife had to work to keep the insurance that was paying for all of this.  One month of dialysis treatments was almost $22, 000.  Insurance is good.  There was no way that I could make enough money to pay the mortgage and no way I could get insurance to cover her medical bills.  They ended up at around $900,000 for 2007.

So my job was to take the baby to dialysis and be the stay at home parent for the other kids so my wife could work.  That lasted 2 years to the day and I cannot for the life of me decide why I never got into blogging before.  I had looked into several “make money on the internet with my scam” programs but didn’t find anything useful.  I had heard about blogs, I was writing several times per month on a blog (I didn’t put the two together before.  I had a blog in my thoughts as a bad thing).  That whole time in the hospital and through dialysis to her kidney transplant is all recorded at www.carepages.com with pagename ameliarosematthews.  That should have been a clue to me that I could do something else and blog elsewhere.

Now all of the doctor visits are once a month and not too big of a deal to get to.  I am still home taking care of the house because I still haven’t finished school.  We are trying to decide now what to do in July when baby #4 comes.  I think I will have to work for a while to pay the bills and leave the wife home and maybe I can get back to school.  That is why I have started working so hard here, on this blog.

I can see there is money making potential.  I don’t need much, just to be able to pay the bills and some tuition to an online college.  I still want to stay home.  Who in their right mind wants to go work if they don’t have to?  If it takes 3 months to start being successful as a blogger, then I am 1 month into it.  I have taken loads of expert advice and I think I am doing the things that need to be done.  I love to write and am still writing a couple of books but they are not going to be published any time soon.

I think I have what it takes to break that 3 month “barrier” and be successful.  I don’t have many distractions, no work to get to or a pile of things to do.  I will still be here in April, well past 3 months, and then well past then.  And I plan on making money about that point so that I can still stay home.

I am a stay at home dad.  I am a blogger.  I will be good and successful at both.

Poetry Tuesday: Revolution

Hello again.  I hope there is some interest left in this blog, hopefully I can get back on the horse and write like I should.

Thatched cottage Viet Nam

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Anyhow, I found this old poem in a book last week.  I call it “Revolution” but any title suggestions would work.  This was another written during some strange mindset that had to do with war inspired epic style poems.  They all have to do with swords and sorcery themes though, I have yet to write the Viet Nam epic or the Iraq narrative.  That actually gives me an idea……

For today, enjoy “Revolution” and let me know what you think in the comments below.  This blog is like a fairy, you have to believe in it for it to exist.  so clap (leave a comment) and it will continue to rise!

 

 

 

Revolution

By: Justin Matthews

The revolution begins, the trumpets cry forth,

A stout wind begins to blow from the North.

A dark storm approaches, for now it won’t be long,

‘Till the oppression is ended and we’ve righted the wrongs.

Our hero emerges, a shadowy soul,

To break the resistance, is his only goal.

Defiant he stands, in the face of the storm,

His sword raised in protest, his voice raised in song.

O’er the murderous forces struggling to kill,

His war song goes forth, strong and not shrill.

With a cry and a yell, forward he springs,

into the midst of his foe, for Country, for King.

Hacking and slashing, thrusting and parry,

Out hero unscathed emerges Death, ever so scary.

Begging and pleading, they part on his blade,

knowing all well that they will never be saved.

Slashing and stabbing while casting a spell,

the errie midnight darkness envelops them well.

The dark it enfolds until the last foe has fallen,

and our hero stands tall, victory’s cheer he is callin’.

And suddenly the sky is alight with the sun,

And with a scream and a cheer, the battle is done.

And our hero fades back into the dark whence he came,

The hero of all, yet none knew his name.

A wraith of great prowess, endurance and form,

is gone on the heels of the storm.

Gone to wait until we need him again….

Have a great Tuesday.

-Justin

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