tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18587935.post114114440283173596..comments2024-01-31T04:02:00.929-05:00Comments on Litbrit: A Modest Imposition*Deborah Newellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527317477388626268noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18587935.post-1141227458975914852006-03-01T10:37:00.000-05:002006-03-01T10:37:00.000-05:00*sniffs audibly**swallows lump in throat* *mops up...*sniffs audibly*<BR/><BR/>*swallows lump in throat* <BR/><BR/>*mops up tears from keyboard*<BR/><BR/><I>Silly old bear</I>, my big Bambu.<BR/><BR/><I>Millegrazie.</I> For those beautiful words, and for everything you give me, every single day.<BR/><BR/>Ti amo. Break a leg this weekend.<BR/><BR/>D.Deborah Newellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02527317477388626268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18587935.post-1141226303925110532006-03-01T10:18:00.000-05:002006-03-01T10:18:00.000-05:00Sometimes in life you really get lucky. I don't ...Sometimes in life you really get lucky. <BR/> <BR/> I don't mean buying a winning lottery ticket, that is mathematical luck, I mean the kind that dreams are made of..... will I marry my fantasy girl, or settle for another.<BR/> Will I wake up next to such a person twenty years later and still get that warm fuzzy feeling you got the first sleep over, yeah, it could be luck.<BR/> What if.... you also, had the support of that person who did not step on your dreams, and would support you as no one ever had, and sent you out to fulfill them, all. Maybe...<BR/> What if... the same person gave you joy that could never be measured, three times.... Sure, could be.<BR/> What if... this person supported your crazy hobbies, like shark diving, racing prototype cars, an off-shore speed boat, and even helps you source them, as a guy, damn lucky, <BR/> What if... her friends were more cool than yours, Pulitzer prize, movies, novels, and science, and a handful of true friends in a community that support their love of the written word, deep passionate friends, yes, that exposure to the other world is real luck for those of us who struggle with a simple sentence.<BR/> What if... you were able to see inside this person, and then see her grow by writing about the fears, phobias and experiences we all go thru as we like to say, mature.<BR/> Yes it is luck.<BR/> What if all she wants in return is true love, someone who understands her, and makes her feel like she is a real duchess, once and a while. Definitely.<BR/> Luck has a face, a name, a heart, and a husband, who is very proud, as she reaches towards her dreams, and the acceptance amongst her peers. I can only hope I can offer her some of the luck she gave me, if she needs it.<BR/> Sometimes luck finds each other, sometimes luck lets you keep it.<BR/> Long live the Duchess, may all her dreams come true.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18587935.post-1141219803818440942006-03-01T08:30:00.000-05:002006-03-01T08:30:00.000-05:00I imagine creating a jingle is a bit like writing ...I imagine creating a jingle is a bit like writing a poem, in that you've got a very specific time frame in which to make your impact, so every note (or word, as it were) must be 100%, spot-on effective.<BR/><BR/>So writers aren't the only ones who work in our PJ's, huh!Deborah Newellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02527317477388626268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18587935.post-1141190032435619232006-03-01T00:13:00.000-05:002006-03-01T00:13:00.000-05:00i'm a more street walkerish level in the jingle bi...i'm a more street walkerish level in the jingle biz. i am a musician. i play strings, guitars, banjos, violin, (ok ok in my hands fiddle) mandolin, harp (the angel axe not harmonica) stringy stuff. it's a decent living, even moreso with the advances of the internet. now i get faxed charts, record to the computer, squirt it over broadband, their machine calls my bank's machine and i get paid without having to get out of my jammies. i have written and arranged some, but not to a point where i could call myself composer or arranger. jingles are harder work than people realize, you usually have 20 seconds to make a complete statement. it takes a special talent. my skills lie more in the craft end. i sight read like a fiend and don't waste a producer's time. i dig the magic fridge one too, but it needed some catchy music.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18587935.post-1141181536649757892006-02-28T21:52:00.000-05:002006-02-28T21:52:00.000-05:00Welcome, Stephen! (Now you've got me wondering wh...Welcome, Stephen! (Now you've got me wondering what jingles you wrote that I might have heard...).<BR/><BR/>Advertising was a terrific major--at UF, you had to take a full complement of lit classes and declare a "minor", also. I did two of those--English and Theatre. But after I graduated in 1981, there simply weren't any copywriting jobs in Florida; Reaganomics had the effect of stalling the economy (it seemed that way, at least). I thought I'd try my hand at being a flight attendant and applied at Delta Airlines and Air Florida (the airline that later sank, literally), but neither company was hiring. My choices were: move to New York, Chicago, or Atlanta (still don't know why I didn't just take the plunge and do that, but in retrospect I daresay I'm glad I didn't, in a <I>Sliding Doors</I> kind of way); take a low-paying job selling advertising space at one of the smaller Florida papers or magazines (tried that, and hated it); or work my way through a series of soul-crushing, mind-numbing McJobs (hated those, too--profoundly).<BR/><BR/>Eventually I got a job as a "girl Friday" at a small ad agency. The pay was silly-low, but the duties were wonderfully varied: copywriting, copyediting, costume and prop sourcing, telephone answering, typing, and working with a slew of funny and wildly creative people.<BR/><BR/>Ultimately I applied to a few law schools, but the only ones that accepted me were out of state (the competition for a spot in one of Florida's handful of law schools was, and is, intense). And shortly before I was due to leave for California, I met the guy I'd later marry and settle down with here in Florida. "Settle down" being a relative term, of course.<BR/><BR/>Hooray for commercials indeed! We Brits have done a few fantastic ones over the years, but the current favorite Chez Litbrit (remember, it's nearly an all-boy house) is the Budweiser Magic Fridge ad....Deborah Newellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02527317477388626268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18587935.post-1141165002765383972006-02-28T17:16:00.000-05:002006-02-28T17:16:00.000-05:00i liked you before i knew you were hot. browning ...i liked you before i knew you were hot. browning was a mensch and a damn fine poet. glad you're up and running. i'll be looking in. advertising is what has fed this shameless jingle whore well for years. hooray for the commercials.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18587935.post-1141163800243004182006-02-28T16:56:00.000-05:002006-02-28T16:56:00.000-05:00Thank you, Spudsy. I will be linking to you and T...Thank you, Spudsy. I will be linking to you and Tart and all the other Shakers once I learn how to do blogrolling. <I>Baby steps, baby steps...</I> said litbrit the Luddite.Deborah Newellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02527317477388626268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18587935.post-1141154453470373482006-02-28T14:20:00.000-05:002006-02-28T14:20:00.000-05:00Zoiks, what a hottie!Welcome, sweetie! You're lin...Zoiks, what a hottie!<BR/><BR/>Welcome, sweetie! You're linked in Spudville, and I'm really looking forward to everything you have to say. Cheers!<BR/><BR/>One of us! One of us!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18587935.post-1141150073196664132006-02-28T13:07:00.000-05:002006-02-28T13:07:00.000-05:00*blushes* Aww, thanks...B&W is a godsend, m'dear ...*blushes* Aww, thanks...<BR/><BR/>B&W is a godsend, m'dear (I swear it's why those actresses of Days Gone By look so damned good all the time. That, and the boning in their dresses. The <I>corset</I> boning, I mean...). B&W camouflages all manner of stuff like tanned arms that don't match one's heavily SPF'd face, not to mention the lovely effect of the camera's flash washing out those annoying little wrinkles.<BR/><BR/>Like <I>you</I> have to worry, my pretty!Deborah Newellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02527317477388626268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18587935.post-1141149303895263122006-02-28T12:55:00.000-05:002006-02-28T12:55:00.000-05:00Deborah, you're beautiful. Wowsers.Deborah, you're beautiful. Wowsers.somewaterytarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11146023703829418496noreply@blogger.com