We’re going to be open all night long to discuss the Oscars. We’re still waiting to hear the winners, but here are the results of Cartoon Brew’s Oscar Survey. Will ILM’s Rango and Pixar’s La Luna win the Feature and Short categories as our readers predicted, or will there be upsets in those categories.
While we’re waiting to hear the results, take some time to read our interviews with the five nominees of the Best Animated Short category:
Wendy Tilby and Amanda Forbis (Wild Life)
Enrico Casarosa (La Luna)
Grant Orchard (A Morning Stroll)
Patrick Doyon (Sunday)
Bill Joyce and Brandon Oldenburg (The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore)
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We’ve come into the season of holidays; Thanksgiving gives way to Christmas and moves inexorably to New Years. For centuries this season has stood for blessings, fellowship, and unity; if not in actuality, at least on the surface.
This time around something has gone off the tracks. Everyone is edgier, ruder, more desperate. One could attribute this holiday syndrome as an ever-increasing out-pouring of the stress felt by countless millions of people who don’t know what the next year will bring economically, politically, or within the family.
The question is: Why has our population become seemingly unequipped to keep themselves under control?
Our forefathers for centuries lived with the knowledge that nothing in this world is certain. Life and their own common sense taught them to plan for those lean times, rely only on necessities, especially when luxuries cost so much more than most could pay. They lived with few clothes for each member of the family.
A father with more than two pairs of pants, one work shirt and one for Sunday, and who could give the same for each of his family, was a wealthy man by the standards of the time.
A mother who didn’t lose at least two children to stillbirth, illness or injury before they were five years old was truly blessed. Children who still had both birth parents to attend their weddings, complete with cake and a bride’s veil, could remember that for the rest of their lives.
If one owned a small cabin or house, with enough land to provide a kitchen garden that would produce enough food to put away for winter stores, wealth was clear. Size of the home didn’t matter. Everyone would have a place to sleep, warm and secure when cold and snow took over the outer territory. The living room/family room/kitchen, etc. occupied one space, all of which might have measured 15×20 feet. A loft was always necessary for sleeping nooks for the children.
When the world industrialized and cities became the working world for many, credit became common for those who always paid their bills on time. The 1929 Depression and subsequent lean years didn’t teach everyone the price of greed. People afterwards merely moved to different avenues for making money.
By the early 21st Century we’ve become barbarians in subtle ways. Take the incidents these past couple of days across the country. People, so absorbed in their passion to buy the latest and greatest for the cheapest price available, have been willing to kill or maim others to get to a desired item first.
Headlines in the news: Woman pepper sprays others, injuring 20 people, to get to a xbox on sale. Shoppers, anxious to get into a store for first pickings, dismantle a door and trample to death a young woman standing ready to open the door at the appointed time. A man is shot in a store’s parking lot during a sale.
Question: Have we become barbarous murderers in the name of possessions? Or, has greed so possessed our people through constant consumerism propaganda that we’re desensitized to our own actions?
Incidents like the above are on the increase, and not just at this season. When will be grow out of this selfish adolescence and back into the adulthoo
So this is a weird time for me. Being done with a project that I know editors will see is very scary.
Last week, I had a minor panic attack about the whole publishing business.
As I head towards putting my baby out into the world, the reality hits me.
This is it! This is where the rubber meets the road (I sound like my dad!). This is where everything I've done the last few years, the sacrifices I have made, that my family has made comes down to this moment in time.
The prospect of this suddenly freaked me out!
For the past 5 years, I have dreamed of going out on submission with my book. Dreamed of editors fighting over my book. Dreamed of going to auction b.c everyone thinks I'm brilliant. Dreamed of making a huge sum of money. Dreamed of becoming a published author.
It was all hope to get me where I am today.
Now, that time is here, There is no going back. No do-over's. No more room for dreaming.
My dream either "will or will not" become my true reality. How that happens remains to be seen.
It dawned on me that this may NOT be my moment. This may not be where my dream comes true. It might and I imagine every day that it will, but the reality is it might not.
Sometimes it doesn't and sometimes it does. You just never know.
This business is finicky and no matter how great your writing is or your idea, sometimes your dream flies and sometimes it dies. That is just the reality.
My problem is that reality is not an option for me. Never has been. I dream big. And I dont' give up those dreams for a dumb thing called "reality".
I've resorted to doing Bikram Yoga the last several days to get the weight off my chest. The heavy one that makes me feel as if I cannot breathe.
And I realize I got this same way when I was looking for an agent. I got to a point where I could not sleep, could not stop checking my statcounter or email, could not write. And I could not breath.
I got so attached to the outcome. I eventually said out loud one day, "It doesn't matter what happens. I will write no matter what anyway. I have to let go of my attachment to the result and enjoy the journey."
Because you know what? The journey is fun if you let go of the end result.
Well let me tell you that feeling does not go away after you get an agent. That feeling is a shapeshifter. That feeling comes back in a different form. It comes back in disguise. And it took me a while to realize it.
My friend asked me the other day - "so if this all makes you so anxious, why do it?"
I said, "It doesn't make me anxious until I think about the money side of it."
She simply said, "Then don't think about that."
And it dawned on me. She's right. Why am I hanging on so tightly to that. Enough to where it is making me miserable. I have to let it go. I have to have faith in the process and try to enjoy the process. Because let me tell you - the process itself has been fun. Hard. But fun. As long as I release my focus on the end result I am happy.
Yesterday, after I talked to my friend, I decided to pull a Tarot card from my Angel deck someone gave me when I got an agent (for my angel book).
(yes I am admitting to being a total freak. I dont live by these things, but I believe in all that stuff - dreams, tarot cards, numerology, astrology readings, signs from the universe ect. You name it, I believe it. Anything that can possibly give me any additional insight to my future or path, I believe in. please don't unfollow me for this!!! :)
Anyway, I closed my eyes and swept my hand over the deck of cards.
And guess what card I pull (out of like 100 cards).
Release and Surrender.
Here is what it said:
"We shower you with blessings. Open your arms and release the challenges that you've held so tightly within your hands. Open your hands, arms, mind and heart to love and assistance. You have pulled this card b/ you have been trying to control a situation in your life. You must emotionally let go and have faith that a higher power can do a better job. Surrendering does not mean you are giving up, it just assures you of happiness and a better outcome. Don't worry about how your prayer will be answered. Release the need for control and trust all will work out."
I cried when I read it.
It's so true. We hold on so tightly to outcomes that we freak ourselves out along the way.
I let go during the agent process and focused on enjoying the writing and submission process. Not soon after, I got an amazing agent.
This summer during my heavy revision process, I did the same thing. I let go of when I was going out on sub or possibly missing an opportunity and focused back on my writing process. Enjoyed learning from my agent and made sure I was grateful for the journey.
Now, I am going to do it again.
I am letting go of expectations, fame, fortune, and my tight attachment to outcomes and results. I am going back to enjoying the process.
Because the truth is - when I just focus on the writing and how I feel when I am doing it. My heart is full and I am elated. The minute I take myself out of the journey to try and see, predict or guess what the future holds or where I will be, I feel as if a weight drops from the sky and lands on my chest.
So today, I release and surrender.
Leave it to LILA to come up witha hot new contest (AKA wonderful "bribe" to get all of us to pay more attention to their hilarious rants! tee hee ;).
They are giving away a KINDLE next week to one of their followers! (and don't worry, it's not too late to become one. Go! Join the fun!)
While you are there - be sure to congratulate them on their book deal! :) No wonder they don't "need" the Kindle. Now, they can afford several! They can purchase so many they have to "give" them away for free.
I want a book deal too! :)
But is there anything else in early February in Montreal? It’s a big church to warm up. There are large vents on each side of the sanctuary that put out heat. People will congregate there to warm themselves before sitting down. I spent a good part of the service in front of one myself.
But when [...]
Like many people on Sunday, I spent a quiet day yesterday. Part was spent in study, part in worship, and part in socializing. During each of those activities came reflection.
I doubt if writers ever truly stop writing since so much of the outside world gets rolled into potential material use. Yesterday was no exception to that unwritten rule.
For those who haven’t spent time with an official manual for Microsoft Office 2010, take the time to do it. I began my in-depth study of it yesterday and came away astounded at the possibilities for my future work. Does that mean that I haven’t been using Office 2010?
Nope. I’ve used it for nearly a year now—as a simple point and shoot word processor that allowed me to put words on-screen, add and delete, and create unsophisticated raw formatting that could maybe impress the local insect zoo. I had no clue that the whole package could do so much.
Why? You ask. Simple. The software comes without a manual.
Anyone who’s bought software or downloaded any in the past few years knows that the only option for major understanding of it is to go online and read the tutorials, etc. for that particular program or pay to take a class. Only then do you get the overall picture of uses, functions, and potential support needs.
I happened, by chance, to find my small manual in Borders not long after I had purchased Office 2010. I wasn’t happy about having to buy any support books for it. I felt that given the price of the software, it should come with an actual manual.
Extra time is something I didn’t have a lot of at the time and the manual got put aside until later. So when we began this journey of ours, I threw it into my work satchel so that when I found some down time, I could learn the software.
Nice thought, wasn’t it? Actually, yes it was, because when I decided to do more than glance at the manual, I found a world of possibilities I will be exploring for a long while to come.
It was like Christmas.
In fact, all of yesterday had a sprinkling of holiday cheer to it for no specific reason. I went to bed with that satisfied feeling, coupled with anticipation, of having come to a junction in my life. Oh, not because of the software study, although that did give me pause.
The reflection that I’d done had broken loose some unrecognized needs that required fulfillment. That’s when the light bulb when on. That’s also when I knew that my life was taking another turn.
I suppose that sounds a bit out there, but what I rediscovered were neglected layers of me and my own potential. I started asking myself what the manual to my life contained that I’d never paid real attention to. That personal question needed more reflection. As a result, it became a late night.
The odd upshot to this is that my daily life won’t look much different from what it is now—at least for a while. Later that will change, but then all things do given time.
In many ways this trip of ours has rewritten my life in profound elemental ways that others can’t see. The mundane chores and tasks of my life remain as always. What has changed is the underlying processor that’s become supercharged to travel on unexpected highways of life.
I don’t know how all the facets came together yesterday to elicit my personal epiphany. In the end it doesn’t matter. Irony does manage to enter the picture. I began my day trying to understand Word. I finished reading The Word. In between those two activities my life shifted. That’s quite a bit to expect of a Sunday, don’t you think?
Until later, folks, a bientot,
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