Michele Sherin Piazza

life, unexpected

Posted in photography by Michele Piazza on August 28, 2008

So I’m still trying to clean up my computer – hundreds and hundreds of files (especially photos) all jumbled in the black hole that’s my hardrive. What’s fun about this is coming across pictures I forgot that I’d taken. Like this one. A day getting lost in Pasadena and the peacock that stood in my way.  Finding it, an unexpected reminder to expect the unexpected. (He looks to me like a showgirl on The Price Is Right – “And here, behind door number one, we have three lovely sedans…”)

I’m thinking of submitting it to the JPG Magazine theme: Which of these things doesn’t belong… that is, if I’m ever able to find the file in high resolution (as I frantically do a search on my C Drive)

what we remember…

Posted in inspiration by Michele Piazza on August 25, 2008

The below photos are not my own. I came across them along with many blurry others – equally wonderful – in a found collection called “What We Remember” at the site SquareAmerica.com

Its funny to me, the way we struggle to remember each detail of things. The constant quest for crisper real-life photography. A more precise documentation. The most fail-proof means of archive like to bypass our minds’ own inferior memory system. Comparatively speaking.

But maybe we’re not meant to remember so clearly. Maybe its some kind of emotional survival to gloss over the bad parts of our past. Blur out the mundane. Filter facts down to that beautiful, soft and warm little core of the moment – of the person – the place – because, without it, moving on might be hard. Also, forgiveness. Or acceptance.

Or maybe what this is about is really just some really awesome old photographs.

searching for the invisible

Posted in photography, writing by Michele Piazza on August 21, 2008

Ah, the muse. I need really to get me one of those. Something or someone I keep chained in the basement (which I don’t actually have) to tap into for inspiration whenever I find myself dry – like blood for the vampire.

crash 2006

All summer, I’ve had trouble writing new scenes. Seeing them, as writer’s say. The how and why of it is nothing I could ever begin to explain. Why do we see made up worlds in the first place? If truth is stranger than fiction, with the abundance of wild and true stories in the world, the non-writer (non-creator) might wonder why anyone would devote years of their lives on the make believe. (And, so frequently, sacrificing time with our real-life friends and family to be spent with the people that live in our heads.)

All I can says is its because they don’t feel make believe. Not this far into it. Mostly, latlely, its as though I’m working on a documentary – or penning a biography. I know a scene or piece of dialogue is right when it feels in my head like a fact. When I can see every detail of the room and the characters go about their business like I’m not even there. Like I’m not in camouflage, tucked in the corner with my pen and pad, my video camera trying to take it all down. Trying to get all the facts straight. So that I can go home and write about it when it’s over.

So what do you do when they stop letting you in the front door? When they figure you out, catch the reporter listening in on their conversations, the paparazzi in the tree out the window making their picture. And they pull down the shades. Cut the phone lines. Stop big brother from watching before you get the real dirt on them. The what it is they have hiding that makes all the rest of your facts seem like just junk for the tabloids.

Here is what my book has so far: the bones. Scenes sprinkled throughout the storyline with these holes where the real meat goes. And all I’ve got are these clues. Little scraps of things taped in a notebook that I keep trying to make sense out of. And it’s not really working.

So the writer’s block continues.. and don’t nobody it’s because I’m not trying.

lovely past believing

Posted in photography, Uncategorized by Michele Piazza on August 14, 2008

Words on walls inside New York’s Central Park Zoo taken on a rainy afternoon last August, re-found almost a year to the day while cleaning up files on my laptop. This is what I love about pictures, the re-discovery part.

a trip to the book store

Posted in writing by Michele Piazza on August 5, 2008

While at Barnes & Noble: $24 for a book on how to name characters? Seems to me, if you need this, maybe you shouldn’t be writing. See also, How To Write Funny.

writer’s block…

Posted in artwork, writing by Michele Piazza on July 18, 2008

I haven’t written a single new word of my novel in almost two months. People are asking (so I’ve stopped replying to emails.) Last night, I skipped workshop because there was nothing new to read, nothing the group hasn’t already heard a dozen incarnations of. It’s not that I’ve stopped loving my story. (It’s like a child, I have no other option.) But this world in my head, I either see it or hear it. Right now, I see it. Fantastic. This is getting me nowhere….

pictures of birds

its nothing personal…

Posted in inspiration, Uncategorized by Michele Piazza on July 15, 2008

Writing like teeth…

Posted in artwork, writing by Michele Piazza on July 9, 2008

Bob Schnieder / Changing Your Mind

I don’t know why its so hard. The living creatively part is what’s easy: make something new every day. Done and done. But this business of actually creating something worth showing, worth reading out loud, that part I keep putting off like a root canal. (continued below)

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Tomorrow is Thursday. Workshop day. I’ve had a month off to rest, to work on writing a new scene (at the very least, a new page) at a leisurely pace. With the time and attention I usually moan about wishing I had. But the most I’ve squeezed out is a clever sentence or two. Totally random. Totally not having anything to do with anything. And, probably, whatever scrap of paper I wrote them down on, I wouldn’t be able to find now.

What I have isn’t writer’s block. It’s a case of the waiting-for-night-before-term-paper-is-due adrenalin rush. That bad habit picked up in college I never could drop. My workshop instructor is probably right: if it weren’t for these weekly meetings, I’d maybe never write anything. Ever.

But why is that?? If writing is something I love, what’s with the need to trick myself into it by creating faux deadlines? Anymore, it’s the only reason I still take the workshop: for the deadlines. I might as well be paying someone to put a gun to my head. In fact, that might help….

Anyone else? Or I am alone in my freakdom here?

things taped to paper

Posted in artwork, writing by Michele Piazza on July 8, 2008

imagine this is texas, he says.

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and now for something upbeat

Posted in artwork, writing by Michele Piazza on July 4, 2008

your hand’s going to rot off, he says.

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