A Town Called Eureka

Check it out!  Last summer, I was a part of one of the best experiences of my career – Eureka – one of the shows that made me want to be a part of this crazy industry. It was one of those few and far between moments where you actually do want to meet your heroes because they are just that awesome.

                          

(Do yourself a favor and watch it in full-screen too.)

I met some of my favorite people in the world on this show. I pretty much didn’t sleep for 4 months, and I spent my days being completely inspired while dodging Nerf gun bullets and learning from some of the best in the biz.  And I wouldn’t trade it for anything… There aren’t enough words in the universe to say how glad I am that I was a part of my  happy little Eureka family.

The final season begins April 16th – be there!  

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Go Buy Yourself a Coloring Book (Or How I Learned to Stop Taking Myself So Seriously and Love the Whimsical)

            My Creativity Detour

I’ve been all overly serious lately.  It’s Saturday and the sun is shining, and I’m just having one of those days. Today is a decidedly not serious kind of day. 

And with that comes my confession to the internets at large:  I am the very proud owner of a Winnie the Pooh coloring book.  I’ve had it for years.  I’ve gone through three boxes of crayons with it. (I’m weird about my crayon usage – when it’s not sharp anymore, it’s time to move on.  New box! New box! New box!) 

And it’s awesome. 

That too.  

Go buy yourself one.  Just because.  

As a creative, artist-y type, I tend to focus on my areas all the time.  First, I write.  Second, I make music.  Those are my two homes.  My two loves. But those aren’t the only creative outlets (Umm… yeah, Lynn. We know that. Look at that… you’re writing on my blog now too. You’re good. You really are.)  

Sometimes it’s really good to take a creativity detour. 

Not a break. A detour. Are you a writer?  Go paint.  Are you a cellist?  Go buy yourself a box of that air-dry clay and make yourself a totally awkward but totally awesome bowl that will become your weird conversation piece in your living room.  Are you a painter?  Try to write a short story.  Are you a sculptor?  Try making a fancy dessert for dinner tonight. Become fascinated with someone else’s modus creativiti… 

I tried painting and found out I loved it.  I’ll never make my living with oils and canvases, but my house is slightly more decorated for my efforts.  I tried growing an herb garden and flowers.  Everything died.  Total fail.  Luke now takes care of our orchid and bamboo plant. They’re ever so grateful.  And they’ll probably make it all the way to next month because of it.  

The truth is – stretching and growing in any kind of creativity will transfer over to your brand of creative crazy.  And especially for those of us who actually make our living in the creative sphere, sometimes it’s easy to forget that we got into this because we loved it.  Because we did it for fun.  

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some coloring to do… 

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An Idea Whose Time Has Come

Yes, it’s everywhere right now. I know that. But with good reason.  Watch it. Let it in. Don’t just glaze over.  Watch and engage. 

“There is nothing so powerful as an idea whose time has come.”

 I’m writing to you tonight from Los Angeles, California, where I spent my day at my job that I am completely crazy about. I work in television.  I am one of what? A million people in the world right now who make their living in the entertainment industry. I work in tv.  I play make-believe for a living, basically.  Then, tonight, I came home, made myself dinner, and am sitting at my kitchen table, staring at an orchid that Luke bought me over the weekend.  

I lead an easy life.  I’ve never had to worry about what food I was going to eat tomorrow.  My fridge has always been full.  I’ve never been homeless.  I’ve never been afraid of being kidnapped. I’ve never worried about being hurt or raped or maimed or killed in my sleep.  I’ve never worried about losing my family long before it’s their time to go.  I am married to an amazing man who is passionate and beautiful and so loving.  The best part of my day is coming home to him.  I realize this is not everyone’s story.  I know I live in this ethereal world that 99.99% of the world only dreams about.  

For whatever reason, I am where I am today.  I’ve been placed here for this moment, for this time and this season.  I am not going to let that go to waste. 

I am not going to let that come to naught.

I am not going to let my life count for nothing. I am not ever going to let the focus of my life, my job, my career, my writing be to line my own pockets and to make myself look awesome.  I’m just me.  I’m just a person.  (And if you want to know all my faults, ask me.  Ask Luke.  Ask Laurie or Sarah or Cheryl or Cat or Jess or anyone who’s ever known me for more than about 5 minutes.) For the rest of my life, I’m going to write stories – some for television and film, stories that exemplify hope even in the most desperate circumstances.  I know the love, the hope, the safety that you are so desperately seeking. Some of my stories will be for friends – for their birthdays or weddings or just because I want to make them smile.  I will write stories and novels that bring light to these kind of stories all across the world.  Somehow, I want to be a voice for the voiceless. I work on projects that get seen by millions of people.  Millions. Imagine that. Imagine what might happen if I didn’t just make entertainment for entertainment’s sake.  I write stories that remind people that they are not alone.  This world is not all there is.  There is always hope, always passion, always truth. There is always room for more.  We were not put on this earth for no reason at all.  And if I live my life like that, I will have lost so much.  So very much.

I want to bring my stories before the influencers of the world so we can go take these stories like this to the masses… I have a responsibility to use what I’ve been given to the best of my abilities. There’s power there.   (A riff on a Spiderman quote.  How geek girl of me.)  

Our world doesn’t have to stay the same. It doesn’t have to stay broken. God never intended for the world to be filled with child soldiers.  This is not the way it was meant to be. it may never be perfect, but my questions can’t be –  Who am I that I could make a difference? Are you kidding me? 

For me, in my life, the real question becomes – Who am I not to? The stories we tell today could change the world tomorrow… 

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Because I Want to Defend You

I have often been asked if Christopher defended me because he was my close friend. The truth is that he became my close friend because he wanted to defend me.

– Salman Rushdie, discussing the genesis of his friendship with Christopher Hitchens

These two men became close friends despite their polarized views of all things God, and what an interesting way to look at the world.  How much stronger would the world be if we all became friends first, and focused on our differences second?  I’ve learned so much from completely lovely people that I vehemently disagree with.  I wouldn’t trade these friends of mine for anything in the world. Their stories and thoughts have informed my writing and my creativity, and they’ve challenged me to grow and learn and defend what I’m thinking and why.  

I’m so glad I took the time to listen.  My own story is changed because of them. 

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