Well howdy, pard'ner!
It's so nice to hear from you, from Houlton. Yes, I would imagine the
weather's starting to cool off into your breathtaking Fall, before dipping
back into the nippy zone of winter time.
Thanks for sending the material. I'm looking forward to receiving it.
As for your music, is there any chance you could send some on a CD? I could
play it in my car; my favorite place to listen to music as I am a captured
audience stuck in city traffic every work day.
I am in the midst of the entry into 'old age' crisis. I thought
the "middle age" one was traumatic enough.
At 59, I've run 3 marathons and got two to go to meet my new year's
resolution. My doctor said to "Quite it - or get knee replacements!"
Their are aching right now, very disappointing as I was scheduled to do a long
14 miler this morning on this day off. Hell, must be the damn new shoes I got
on sale - no wonder! My wife, the family budgeter, said I could get a new pair
of the usual type (pushes a ridiculous $100 - they all "look" the
same to me) today - if - I wear this bought new pair as my work shoes. I
consented to wear running shoes between the dental chairs to get back her
credit card and go back to Foot Locker.
Ah, computers! Can't live with 'em, can do without 'em. I'm getting
my FIRST lap top, pushing 6-0! Yes, I've been doing digital art for 20 years
but it's always been on desktops. But now, finally, a rationalization
WHY I need one: I'm signing up for an adult continued ed class at the local
high school for "Creative Writing." Like many of us, I think
there's a novel in me somewhere, and, at this point in life, I'm going to find
out. To prepare myself for the English classroom again (wonder what the
other 'students' will be like), it's a laptop, mailing off for "NewNovelist"
software (supposed to stay on top of structure for the beginning novelist,
attention to plot, theme, character development, conflict, grammar, word
count, voice, etc.). Then, for the past couple weeks, I've been reading
books/manuals on "writing fiction," "creative writing for
idiots," and "painless grammar" (it IS painful).
You ask about my recent lst Maine trip and I have to report, it was
momentous for my inner life. I was not disappointment. My intuition
attraction towards your part of the country that I could enrich my life by
becoming acquainted with it is paying dividends. Although the initial
search, attempt to secure, and failure to start a museum or gallery in
commercial space was a flop, I did end up with a little place along the
Penobscot River in Bradley. Heard of it? Asian population zero,
but now there is me..... Well, not exactly yet, as I'm a bit way off from
total retirement from this life of drills, pliers, screams, blood, and
Novocain. Pity the poor dentist; it can get on his nerves too,
especially performing the nasty task over decades!
I WAS fascinated standing in front of the black wrought-iron gate of
Stephen King's residence in Bangor. It inspired me so much I now
have a pile of his books (36) that I am plowing through, in order to attempt
to pick up his style, rhythm, plot construction, and dialogue of characters.
I have found my writing role model and genre - horror fiction. Cool? I
have always been one of those fanatics who sat, wide eyed, with popcorn
spilling at the mouth, in horror movies. "I want to be like
Does Maine weather do this to you? I never wanted to attempt being a writer
until I touched down in Maine.... Now I have a whole new world- challenge -
entering this new decade of my life. As for art, it's been taking a back
seat as I mobilize whatever mental preparation and story incubation I can
muster before my forced deadline of sitting in a class and be instructed to
'produce.' If nothing else, this person working the night shift on a
part time job with people who cannot write, will be a good initial copy
Meanwhile, my beautiful Asian nice with the platinum blond hair and diamond
through her nostril - I add a diamond on her right maxillary lateral incisor
this week when she came in for her checkup- comes by the house today to edit
my haircut slash out at Cheap Clippers. She'll make it more New Yorkish - she
doing fine in her first year as beauty salon proprietor in NY's East Village -
light brown tints - in preparation of my "60th" high school class
reunion tomorrow. The flier states there will be a band playing
"our music" - Yuck, 50s and 60s. But between the Twists and
the Jerk, I'll ask for some disco which I prefer, but came way too late for my
age group, stuck on The Ventures, Elvis and The Supremes. Not to be
disappointed, I have my wife's solemn word that we will go AFTER the reunion
to Waikiki and round out the night in my favorite disco danceclub (Rumors).
By the way, when Vernelle of "V Salon" comes by with her
clippers, we'll negotiate about wall space in her salon. I offered to
pay 'rent' to capture a wall and title it "Pygoya's Showcase."
Maybe later, I can have a traveling show of Houlton art work. Somebody would
have to come down to the Big Apple and install the work, later remove it, as
I'm here and she's definitely too busy (60 hours a week and does the books) to
bother with art show management. Just a thought, an opportunity.....
"Houlton Does East Ville."
Will check out Rebecca's online gallery.
Boy, I really have to come up to Houlton one of these days and see you, the
family, the historic district, and maybe get a vacation cottage I can
disappear, look out the bay window and be inspired, and - write.
August 19, 2005- email to Harrison Roper, retired music professor, Houlton,