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Writer Zen Garden Posted on May 2, 2008 by a.catherine.noonMay 2, 2008

I have been considering what to write for this blog and up until today, things were looking grim. I haven’t written much in the last week. Today is the first day that I have really been able to put words together other than for the purpose of just making it through the day or making myself understood.

My head has been disconnected in some way from the part of me that writes, admittedly only briefly, but ouch. I know that sounds a bit crazy and it has only been for a few days. But it is a horrible feeling – never knowing if and when you will write something spontaneous and worthwhile again. I have had things roaming aimlessly in my head and things that have insisted I write them, but really; nothing I could call a satisfying write of any kind, until today!

I did write something as my Walking in this World exercise this week and I am glad I did take the time to do this exercise. Often I miss doing them due to lack of organizing my time carefully. But this week I needed my Morning Pages like my next breath.

The exercise took the form of a ‘Letter to Myself’. I hope you find the result of this exercise interesting. If you don’t and you are dead bored, I know you will forgive me, because you love me.

2/05/08
To Me,

When it comes right down to it what are you afraid of?
That you have no talent? That someone won’t like you, will laugh at you? It doesn’t matter what other people think – it is what you think of yourself, accept yourself, love yourself for who you are, not who you think others will want to see. How did you get to be 55 with the many experiences in your life and still be so unsure? Seven children, seven births, how can you underestimate yourself so?

You have a voice, use it, with humility and love and watch yourself grow and put those fears into perspective and eventually lay them to rest. Trust in GOD to lead your life. Trust in yourself to hear his still, small voice.

Love from me.

I wanted to tidy this letter up before I posted it, correct the grammar; check the spelling and the punctuation. But I decided against that, because I wanted to show this note exactly as I wrote it to me. I wanted to show what came out of me, to me, in my Morning Pages. Unfiltered and non- expectant of any other eyes on it besides mine, at all.

I don’t know if any one will gain anything from this post, but I am. I am putting me out there for anyone who cares to look. In the raw, unaltered state this letter is in, I am vulnerable. And you know what, that is actually okay!

Eaton 🙂

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Thursday Thirteen

Writer Zen Garden Posted on May 1, 2008 by a.catherine.noonMay 1, 2008

Most of the contributors of the Writer’s Retreat Blog participate in the weekly meme, Thursday Thirteen, so every Thursday we link to the individual sites of each writer’s TT. Hopefully, this helps you get to know each of us a little better. This week we’ve got:

A. Catherine Noon: 13 Ideas for Artist’s Dates

Gwen Mitchell: I Didn’t Say It…

Kathleen Oxley: Drugs in Music

Tess Miller: CD’s Currently Getting Playtime In My Car

Unhinged: Let There Be Light

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Lets Get It Started!

Writer Zen Garden Posted on April 30, 2008 by a.catherine.noonApril 30, 2008

As the old cliche goes, you only have one chance to make a first impression. This is true in business, this is true in relationships, and this is especially true in writing. People may or may not judge a book by its cover, but you can be sure that they do judge a book by its first line. An author has mere seconds to set the tone of the story and connect with the reader. If the first line doesn’t grab attention, chances are good that the rest of the story will never get the opportunity to try.

Some first lines are so powerful that they become a part of our cultural literacy. Consider the works of Charles Dickens for example. He is not one of my favorite authors, but he has an amazing ability to write an opening line.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,

Even people who have never read a single word from A Tale of Two Cities recognize this beginning – although the actual sentance goes on far, far longer than these simple phrases.

Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that.

Dickens beatifully sets the tone of A Christmas Carol with these simple sentances, proving that writing does not have to be poetic or overly descriptive to catch the reader’s attention.

But Dickens is not alone in this ability to capture the imagination with a single sentance. Here is a list of some of my favorite first lines of books. Look at the list and see how many of these you can identify, then post a comment to let the rest of us know. I think most of these are fairly easy, despite my eclectic taste in books, and I can’t wait to see how many people get 10/10.

  1. All children, except one, grow up.
  2. “Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
  3. You don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter.
  4. You better not never tell nobody but God.
  5. Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table.
  6. Nobody was really surprised when it happened, not really, not on the subconscious level where savage things grow.
  7. The great fish moved silently through the night water, propelled by short sweeps of its crescent tail.
  8. Scarlett O’Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were.
  9. The accused man, Kabuo Miyamoto, sat proudly upright with a rigid grace, his palms placed softly on the defendents table – the posture of a man who has detached himself insofar as this is possible at his own trial.
  10. Early in the spring of 1750, in the village of Juffure, four days upriver from the coast of Gambia, West Africa, a manchild was born to Omoro and Binta Kinte.

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Answers:

  1. Peter Pan – J. M. Barrie
  2. Little Women – Louisa May Alcott
  3. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain
  4. The Color Purple – Alice Walker
  5. The Hound of the Baskervilles – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
  6. Carrie – Stephen King
  7. Jaws – Peter Benchley
  8. Gone with the Wind – Margaret Mitchell
  9. Snow Falling on Cedars – David Guterson
  10. Roots – Alex Haley
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Balance-Point

Writer Zen Garden Posted on April 28, 2008 by a.catherine.noonApril 28, 2008


Nature abhors a vacuum: horror vacui. ~Aristotle

This applies to much more than thermodynamics. We use this dictum in all facets of life, and I often hear one form of it that’s more relevant to the venture of writing . . . You can’t work in a vacuum.

Some writers swear up and down that the opposite is true. And, no doubts, writing can be a lonely pursuit. Hours spent on end with people who only exist in your mind does not, unfortunately, count as being an active and social human being. Like with any form of art, writing has its eccentrics and savants that prove the exception to any rule.

For the rest of us, though, I think this is true. You can’t work in a vacuum. At least, not for great lengths of time. And here’s my reason why – writing is life. I know, cheesy, huh? But, what I mean is – writing is made up of the activities of life – of our experiences, senses, feelings. As writers, we need to be familiar with these things in order to turn them into moving prose. If you really spent your life cloistered away from all that life has to offer – what would you have to write about?

That’s not to say that having a ‘creative space’ free from the clutter of everyday life isn’t crucial. And by ‘creative space’ I mean a frame of mind, rather than an actual physical space, though certain physical spaces my contribute to your ‘writing space’ or detract from it. For me, it is necessary to physically disconnect the internet from my computer if I intend to get a large amount of writing done. Otherwise, there are too many distractions, but I digress . . .

In thinking about this week’s post, the topic of balance weighed heavily on my mind. Perhaps because I have felt unbalanced lately, and that always nags at me. Whether it’s an astological given, or just a personality quirk, I’m on a constant quest for balance. A little deeper analysis revealed that I had enough thoughts on it to (maybe) constitute a blog post. I’ll let you be the judge of whether any of this rambling is worthwhile.

Okay. We can’t work in a vacuum. Even if writing were truly our only pursuit, it still dictates that we go out there and experience life. Oh! The pain, the glory, the sunsets, yes, even the garbage is good fodder for a writer. We make the mundane interesting, the forbidden acceptable, the unimaginable possible. So, I ask myself – where is the balance point?

More importantly – for those of us who choose to write in addition to maintaining anything resembling a ‘real’ life outside of writing – is balance even possible? Or is tearing your hair our inevitable?

Jobs, marriages, kids, school, friends, family, illness, travel, celebration, housework, and the myriad of other activities that constitute life abound. So – how do we squeeze some time out of that to write? And once we do wring some writing time out of our schedule – how do we divvy it up?

We can’t work in a vacuum. To me, a fair percentage of my growth as a writer is reliant on feedback. Feedback, which requires social interaction, which requires time. And what about research? That’s cutting into our ‘writing’ time too, and we haven’t even gotten to the part about trying to actually sell our work. We’re just talking about writing it. Add learning your craft, and reading to that list, and I don’t know about you – but I’m out of time slots. So – when do we actually WRITE? We have to find a balance . . .

If you’re a writer, balance is probably instinctual. We already balance so many things: description with dialogue, plot with action, backstory with world-building, character arcs and relationship development, even our word ratios – “Do I have too many adjectives? Too many words starting with ‘s’?”

So, why, if you’re like me, does it not come quite so easy when it’s time to balance writing with life? Why does it feel, sometimes, as though everything in the world is there to keep you from doing the one thing you want to do – sealing yourself in a vacuum and writing?

Battle of the binge.
I learned early on in my writing addiction that I have a tendency to binge write. I’d lock myself away, hardly speaking to even my husband, for an entire weekend, then finally come up for air twenty thousand words later. (DISCLAIMER: In case you’re thinking to yourself – ‘hey, I wouldn’t be complaining, that’s twenty thousand words’ – please note that I DO NOT recommend this method.) Needless to say, this sort of habit was difficult to maintain – unpredictable, and frustrating – not only to me, but to the people around me. I was out of balance. Happy. High on writing, but unbalanced. A conundrum.

Take two: Gwenny reforms.
I had to take a chunk of time to get my life back on track – to make sure I was meeting deadlines at work, showing up for classes, seeing my family more than once a month, and not letting my husband go to bed alone more than once or twice a week, remembering to eat, and yes – even sleeping *gasp*. After that, I slowly introduced the writing drug back into my system. It was painful at times, and frustrating. I wanted more. I wanted to crawl away into my writing hole and play in my imaginary worlds for hours, days, weeks.

Instead, I forced myself to do it in small, and sometimes sparse, chunks. The most infuriating thing – rather than waiting for inspiration to strike me and then getting carried away by the muse, I had to write when I had time to write – muse or no, and stop when it was time to stop. Sometimes that meant staring at a blank screen for an hour and then moving on with life with nothing to show for that hour other than festering self-doubt. But, this was life, and I had to find a way to adjust. I slowly re-trained myself to write when I had time, not when I felt inspired – and even if what I wrote was crap, it gave me something to start with. I could/would/did fix it later.

What have I learned? (Really, Gwen, why are you making us listen to this?)
Well, I do have a few pieces of (what I deem) wisdom to impart. Though, I’m learning more about myself, and writing as it pertains to me, every day. Hopefully, you are too.

1. You can’t work in a vacuum. Finding other people who feel the same way you do will not only make you a better writer (feedback is crucial) but you’ll also feel like less of a freak when you discover there are so many others like us out there. Balance is important here, and a fair exchange so that everyone feels like they’re getting something worthwhile. I am here to tell you, this is entirely do-able. Writers are writers are writers. It doesn’t matter which genre, which length, which market – we all have some common ground. Don’t be a closet writer – there’s no need to do it alone. Many a time someone I’ve met online has said just the right thing to give me an idea, to inspire me, to bring me down out of the rafters, or to re-instill my faith in myself. That sort of interaction can make all the difference.

2. Make a ‘creative space’ for yourself. This is a mental state. Find a way to shut out the nagging lists, demanding bosses, inner-critic, door-to-door salesmen, and yes, even the TV. Build a mechanism into your psyche that allows you to disconnect and seclude yourself when you must, to let your creative energy flow safely and freely. Build it in such a way that it does not rely on the outside environment. That doesn’t mean you can’t institute a physical que. For me – it’s all about the iPod. If I have my headphones on, I’m in the zone, and don’t get in my way. Maybe for you it’s a special treat you only enjoy when writing, or a favorite sweater. As long as it’s something you can take with you anywhere, I think it will work. The idea is that, even without the food, the dog still drools, i.e. the que helps you create the ‘creative space’, just remember – it’s inside you.

3. Find a balance point. If you wait for everything to be ‘in order’ before you write, you’ll never get there. On the other hand, if you could give a flying f*&%, as long as you’re writing – you’ve probably swung too far the other way. Find the balance point. You’ve found something you love, something you’re passionate about. That’s amazing. You’re lucky. But don’t let the rest of life pass you by. No venture, no matter how passionate you are about it is worth missing out on life. Also – writing is multi-faceted. Make sure you don’t sell yourself short and only spend writing time on the part that you like the best. Balance your pursuit of the craft so that you’re well-versed and continually growing. Your work will show this. Like with anything in life, you will ‘feel’ when you’re in balance. You know your limits. As long as you are honest with yourself in setting them up, they will serve you.

Final note:
Let me just say again, I’m in constant pursuit of it. I wish I had some formula to give away, but none such exists. We are all individuals, and what works for one of us doesn’t work for all. This is working for me, right now and I am trying to fine-tune it. I’m seeking a balance between my non-vacuum, and my creative space time, and I break my ‘creative space’ time up between studying craft, reading in the genre, writing exercises, writing what I have to (projects that need revisions, finishing, etc.) and writing what I want to (the story where the muse is on speed).

I wanted to get everyone thinking about their own internal balance-point because my next post will be on goals, and knowing your limits, and your balance -point is critical when setting goals for yourself.

~Gwen

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Writer’s Retreat Action Dolls

Writer Zen Garden Posted on April 27, 2008 by a.catherine.noonApril 27, 2008

We’re starting a new trend here at Writer’s Retreat. Why limit ourselves to just blogs, websites and book trailers on YouTube? A doll in hand is a great way to get to know the writer herself. Purchase us and we can become pinky friends forever. Confidants. Learning tools. Stress relievers.

Get to know us. We know you’ll love us. 😉

Byz
She’s the Shake Your Booty doll in red hot Moostsies Tootsie shoes and Daisy Duke shorts, the doll who (gaspa!) caught Parliament’s eye. Lingerie is her passion, but after pushing out so many kids, now she wears low boy panties. Just perfect for booty shaking. Comes with her own charger and a Dukes of Hazzard poster.

Dawn
Proof positive that Barbie loves heels, we give you Pinky Leigh in a pair of Manolo Blahniks and a barely-there two piece bathing suit. Dawn’s skin will tan under the sun or a lamplight. No need for batteries. Just tip the hinged head back and pour an ounce of hot chocolate into her neck when it’s time for recharging. As a special bonus, Dawn’s prayer for world peace is included. Playboy Bunny tatoo stickers sold separately.

Eaton
An Artist’s Way convert, Eaton comes with the book by Julia Cameron, plus a number of mini dictionaries that can be read with a magnifying glass. They include: A Dictionary of Dates, an English/German dictionary, a Hebrew/English dictionary, and a dictionary on dictionaries. Perfect for word lovers everywhere. Also comes with a package of fake tatoos that you can stick on the doll, or on yourself.

Eden
Need to take your boss down a peg? Eden, aka Bulldozer, is your doll. Dressed head to toe in black and sporting a plastic baby Glock that shoots Cheetos from ten paces away, this doll is a distraction for anyone. If her chest-out-to there, or the gorgeous strawberry blond hair doesn’t catch your attention, the orange powder left by the Cheeto bullet will. Pesky legal disclaimer to follow.

Gwenny Pig
A multi-tasking doll with an I’ll go first t-shirt, Gwenny Pig (guinea pig) comes with one Rave Mary Jane Ked and one Laser Earth shoe. She’s the dare devil with the backpack loaded with energy bars, duct tape, Band-Aids, college-ruled notebook paper, one smex novel, a grappling hook for mountain climbing—you know, just in case—and a box of matches. Also included is an adult sized t-shirt (please specify small, medium or large) to match Gwenny Pig’s, and a four pack of Red Bull.

Kat
Let’s Play a Game doll Kat comes with a pair of Bunco dice and a how-to booklet. Also included is a small Twister sheet on which you can place Kat in an amazing number of positions. (Please note: all of the WR Dolls can play this game.) Kat’s an interactive doll who’s programmed to play a wide-range of games, including Monopoly, Scrabble and Truth or Dare. The Kat doll is so good at contests, she also comes with her two book prizes: Emily Ryan-Davis’s All The Trees In Pearl and Tempted by Megan Hart. A must-have doll for game players and romance readers everywhere.

Liz
An inter-active doll, Liz can teach you to swear in French, Spanish or pig-Latin. She comes with a pony named Mephisto and a barrel of artificial apples and carrots that can be fed into the pony’s mouth. German and Italian languages currently in development. Not intended for children.

Morgan
For King Arthur fans, Morgan represents the character Morgan le Fey, a beautiful spell-brewer with delicate emerald-tinged wings that match her gown. Also included is her [unwanted] purple familiar, Ursula the octopus. Ursula is safely contained in a small aquarium. Two AAA batteries are required to keep Ursula’s tentacles in motion. Morgan also comes with the Camelot movie soundtrack.

Noony
The ultimate OCD doll, Noony comes with a number of accessories. She’s the most expensive doll we offer due to her interactive versatility. She’s programmed to inspire your fitness workouts, to help you learn the difference between knitting and interweave crochet, can list the properties of a Croton lechleri tree, and, if you’re open to it, tell you how to listen to your Higher Self. A truly educational experience for the discerning doll purchaser.


Te
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Dressed in Hawaiian nurse scrubs and a mini stethoscope that can be worn as a bracelet by the doll’s owner, the Tess doll comes seated in her own Ford Escape. You can remove her from the vehicle, but the car’s alarm will blare if she’s not replaced within sixty minutes. Made especially with asthma sufferers in mind, we’ve gone a step further with Tess to make her more human-like. If you squeeze her belly, she coughs. Requires two AA batteries. Inhaler sold separately.

Unhinged
What this doll lacks in stature, she makes up for in laughter. Pull her left leg and she emits a monkey bark sound of laughter that can startle the unwary. Great for pranks. She comes with a variety of Mary Jane shoes and chauffeur’s hats. Undies not included.

~*~*~*~

Available for purchase only at fine retailers.

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Have a go :)

Writer Zen Garden Posted on April 26, 2008 by a.catherine.noonApril 26, 2008

http://www.languageisavirus.com/magneticpoetry/index.html

I used the Charles Baudelaire kit and made this

I’d love to see your attempts 🙂

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Wiley Wednesday

Writer Zen Garden Posted on April 24, 2008 by a.catherine.noonApril 24, 2008

This post is late, late, late! I forgot it was my turn to blog today, fortunately my friend and fellow writer Kathleen Oxley thought to remind me, thanks Kat. In the process of getting this post written and published I have had some interesting experiences. The first being that as I read over the finished article this morning, I noticed Blogger had posted their own notification at the top of the window, that they were having an ‘outage’. Said outage was apparently going to happen about the same time as I was working on my post. Without thought I pressed publish, not having saved it all as a draft. Yes, you guessed it, Blogger ate my post, every darn word.

Now that post had taken a bit of effort on my part as my girls were getting ready for school at the same time as I was writing it. It seems that I am the only person who can find a pair of socks in this place, or know where the mp3 player got put last night, or the only one free to let the rabbit out. Strange how when I want to write, no one is able to fend for themselves. Bless them, they won’t be home for hours yet.

Just as I was getting back into this, my two older girls, came for a brief visit. The post went on hold again, with the save button clicked this time. It is impossible to compete with two pregnant women, who need their mom to discuss all manner of things maternal. Frustration took on a whole new meaning to me this morning.

The day has brightened and I am back to writing this post, not without substantial help though. My friend, fellow writer and Artist’s Way mentor, A.Catherine Noon, Noony, helped me get some serious perspective on my day. I am calmer and now able to think rationally about the events that have lead me to this point in time.

My two eldest girls, pregnant, delightful and chatterboxes when together, have been at their disruptive best. They forget that I am more than their mom, that I am a woman and have things that are important to me; that I am committed to. I explained to them earlier this morning that I had plans for the day and would not be available. The issue for me here, is my need for my own space to be the whole person I am. After having had no personal space or boundaries for a long lot of years, the reforming of boundaries is proving to be difficult and a little painful.

I feel like I am in a battle for my inner freedom and perhaps that is a little melodramatic for some, but I am in the midst of this and it feels very much like a battle to me. I want my offspring to know they are loved, wanted, enjoyed, cared for and part of all the things that go into a loving family. But I am serious about my writing and I need some personal space to develop and grow in this new found passion.

I can see that leaving the nest is not an easy or comfortable thing for these girls of mine, but for them as well as myself it is necessary. I am going to quote Noony here, “Grab them by the leg and as you fling them from the nest, wish them a happy flight!”. Sounds harsh – yeah, it does. Will it work? Who knows, I am hopeful! You don’t have to be a mom, being a woman is sufficient to have relevant views on these matters and I would love to hear from you; read what you think about these or related issues.
Regards
Eaton.

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The Night Is A Harsh Mistress, by A. Catherine Noon

Writer Zen Garden Posted on April 22, 2008 by a.catherine.noonApril 22, 2008

The Night Is A Harsh Mistress

Chapter 3

Of course, you know what they say about good intentions. The alarm went off precisely at eleven and she nearly knocked it on the floor trying to get to the snooze bar. She blinked muzzily out the window and fished for her pack of cigarettes. Only one left.

The broad-leafed tree outside her window waved gently in the breeze, the leaves flipping softly back and forth and creating mesmerizing patterns. She lost herself in it and didn’t realize she’d dozed off until the alarm buzzed again.

“Dammit!” Her cigarette was mostly ash by this point, dwindling to nothing in the ashtray. She sat up resolutely and scrubbed her face.

She felt better after a shower in the building’s small gym. She wandered back to her office, her bag clutch in her hand, and saw a door ahead of her open. She sighed, knowing what was coming.

“Miss Carmichael? Is that you?” The familiar voice of her landlord preceded the rest of him into the hallway. He hadn’t needed to ask, obviously, but he thought it would ‘smooth social interaction.’ She knew this because he told her it was his technique for dealing with all his tenants, as though he forgot she was a tenant too.

“Hi, Mr. Singh. How are you today?”

“How am I today?” he repeated in his sing-songy, overly-friendly voice. “I am just peachy today. I have two more tenants that will move in on the second floor, Miss Carmichael.” He beamed at her. “And how are you today?” He really wasn’t as flamingly gay as he sounded, he was just that friendly. He made her tired.

“I’m good, Mr. Singh. I have a break on a case and I finished another case, so things are moving along well.”

He stepped closer to her. “You should come over to dinner on Friday, Miss Carmichael,” he said in a quieter voice, like it was a secret. “My sister’s friend is here from India and her son is with her. He is a very eligible bachelor, you know!” He beamed at her, showing all of his pearly-whites in an overexuberance of dental perfection.

“Mr. Singh,” she started.

He held up a hand. “Say no more, Miss Carmichael. I understand.”

She doubted he did, but refrained from frowning at him by sheer will.

He bent even closer, so he was only a few inches from her ear. “Just think about it.” He stood up quickly, as though afraid of being too intimate with a single woman in his hallway. “Have a good day, Miss Carmichael!” He disappeared into his office without waiting for a response.

She sighed and walked into her own space and closed the door. She set the bag down on the unmade couch and only then did she realize she wasn’t alone. She whirled.

“Still sleeping in your office, huh Raych?”

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged A. Catherine Noon, Serial Fiction, The Night Is a Harsh Mistress

Uninspired…

Writer Zen Garden Posted on April 22, 2008 by a.catherine.noonApril 22, 2008

Today is my day to blog and I’m woefully uninspired. Nonetheless, here’s an amusing video.

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‘Minutes to Midnight’

Writer Zen Garden Posted on April 20, 2008 by a.catherine.noonApril 20, 2008

In their new album, Minutes to Midnight, bad boy alternative rockers Linkin Park show a new more somber and introspective side. Their first few albums dealt heavily with the traditional teen subjects of relationships and anger at parents, lovers, and themselves. This album sinks its teeth deeply into the emotions surrounding death and loss. Their distinctive sound of rap woven into a rock background is still present, though less obvious than before and gives way to serious lyrics and themes. It’s the same band that we enjoyed before but they’ve grown a little older and a lot more world weary.

There are a variety of different subjects on this album. Two songs are filled with social commentary, notably about the war in Iraq with lyrics like “When the rich wage war it’s the poor that die”. Another discusses the devastation and abandonment of hurricane Katrina victims. Both have clever wording and showcase the current US President in a less than flattering light. 

We also find two hard hitting ‘scream fests’ perfect for moshing, especially the viciously sung and worded, “Bleed it Out”, It features a man confronting his ex about their relationship by ‘ripping open old scars, digging in deep and letting the blood flow’ with cathartic and disturbing imagery. “What I’ve Done” concerns trying to change one’s life and become a better person.

“Put to rest, what you’ve thought of me,
While I clean the slate with the hands of uncertainty
So let Mercy come and wash away
What I’ve done.” 

But the real meat of the album, by far the majority of songs, deal with death.  In “Leave out all the Rest” they muse about how their families will view the legacy they will leave when they die, will they be remembered for the few good things they’ve done or forever be thought of as the imperfect souls that they really were. “Valentines Day” is a devastatingly harsh observation about how holidays can be painful to celebrate when a loved one has passed.

“So now you’re gone, and I was wrong 
I never knew what it was like to be alone,
On a Valentines Day, on a Valentines Day” 

Listening to “The Shadow of the Day” we cope with the impending death of a loved one. In my opinion the story involves a woman who has recently given birth. Or maybe it’s just the fact that I work with new mothers that causes me to read the lyrics in that particular light. I find them hauntingly beautiful and tragic at the same time.

“In cards and flowers on your window,
Your friends all plead for you to stay,
Sometimes beginnings aren’t so simple,
Sometimes goodbye’s the only way.

And the sun will set for you,
And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in gray,
And the sun will set for you.”

I have always enjoyed Linkin Park.  Listening to them with my children gave me an appreciation of their talent; but it wasn’t until this album that I got a copy of the CD for myself to listen to while I drive. I enjoy the variety of songs and the mature themes, and there’s always the added benefit of having my kids’ friends think I’m ‘cool’ ‘cuz I listen to ‘good stuff’. 🙂 

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