From Lego To The Banjo Via Middle-Earth Botox

 

For various reasons, I haven’t been writing much lately.  I had a mad spurt before Christmas when I pretty much mapped out everything I want to put into my book before typing “THE END”, and then things shifted in January.

Isn’t it strange how that happens?  One minute you’re trotting along with a head full of loads of things you have to do and think about and worry about, and the next – BAM! It’s like the universe pulls you to one side and whispers something nasty in your ear.  So you stand there and watch everyone else going on the same path you were on a minute before except it looks completely different now.

Anyway.

If I haven’t been writing, what have I been doing?  Not a lot!  I’m a really bad reader when I’m writing, which means I probably break about a thousand time-honoured rules about learning from other people, so I thought it might be a time to catch up.  If I’m honest though, it’s kinda hard.  I have a whole bookshelf of stuff that I bought at some time which literally hasn’t been touched, but most of it was just not right for one reason or another.  It really brings home how accustomed we’ve all become to – well, violence and downright nasty stuff.  (I’m not excluding myself here at all; when I do start writing La Book again, I’ll be doing a revision of a few chapters in there).

I read a book C.S. Lewis wrote on Grief.  Highly recommended; he says a few things that you’re thinking yourself so you don’t feel so out-of-your-own-self about the whole thing. And it’s nicely distant somehow while being just emotional enough to convey the feeling that he knows exactly what he’s talking about.

Oh, and I’ve started a great book on Tolkien.  As a happy addict of his writing, I have a lot of books on him already but I think I might like this one best.  The reason is simple – it’s got a watch on the front and it deals with Tolkien’s treatment of Time.  Hooray!  I’m a woman of simple tastes, it’s true, but I just love books about Time.  (Seriously, I have loads of them…) How does it work?  Where does it go?  There’s a reason why time-travel is such a great topic for sci-fi.

Anyway, I’ve only started A Question Of Time but already I’m hooked. From Modernity to Mordorrrr, this book has got it all.  I’m even hoping it may be able to solve that time-honoured question: Do Hobbitses age or do they favour botox???

Nary a wrinkle after all that stress....very suspicious

Nary a wrinkle after all that stress….very suspicious

I’ll get to the bottom of it somehow and when I do, dear reader, you will be the first to know.

In the meantime, curb your curiosity and indulge the silly side of your being by going to see the LEGO Movie.  In a word, it’s bonkers.  It may well be the most bonkers film I’ve ever seen.  And believe me, I’ve seen a lot of films.  I really feel that films like LEGO miss out at the Oscars.  It all gets so serious and worthy coming up to the Awards, you’d be crying out for something light-hearted.  From around mid-November, you can feel it coming – all of those earnest films with a message that ARE genuinely worthwhile, but still just don’t tickle your funny bone – or, if they do, you’ll be surrounded by a cinema-full of people shocked at your insensitivity.  Either way, not good.  (Of course, this Christmas we were lucky because we had the Hobbit II, with Legolas’ mean old marvellous daddy elf.  But still.)

The makers of LEGO have achieved a rare feat with this film.  It’s a feature length advertisement for their product, but it doesn’t feel like that at all.  And it’s such good fun that when I saw the inevitable merchandising sets in a shop at the weekend, I only laughed at the craziness of the film instead of feeling like they were just cashing in. I suppose it mightn’t be like that if I didn’t think LEGO was such a brilliant toy but it’s hard to find fault in a film that generates such good energy.  Take a look:-

 

 

Awesome, right?!?!

Do yourself a favour and catch it for the laugh if nothing else.  But don’t bother with 3D. There isn’t a huge amount that jumps out at you, if you know what I mean.

I’ve been digging out old music lately too.  Some of it is very funny.  And some very odd. More of that anon.  For now, here’s a marvellous little piece from the soundtrack to one of my favourite films, Wes Anderson’s “The Royal Tenenbaums”.  It’s short but sweet.

But now I have a lot of work to do so the writing will have to return.

Or else I’ll have to learn to play the banjo, and sure nobody wants that.

A bientot, mes amis.