I love apples fresh, baked, candied (especially candied). I love apple juice, I love apple wine, I love the way they look and smell.
I especially love that satisfying crunch when you bite down into one.
Not only do they taste good they come with a story, a horror story to boot.
In the bible Adam and Eve bite into the Apple and before you know it, they’re in Hell. A Devil is involved. Pain and suffering are involved. They realize they’re naked.
Because of an apple.
Don’t over think that here, this isn’t a bible class, this is a story about Apples.
I remember when I was about 7 my Grandpa Bert said to me, ” You know how an apple a day can keep the doctor away?”
Actually, I did want to know. You hear it a lot when your either about to eat or are in the middle of eating an apple.
” You throw it at him really hard”
I was probably mid-crunch when I looked up at Grandpa Bert and nodded. ” Okay. I can do that.”
He patted me on the head, smiled and walked away.
Now that I have gone all around the apple orchard- this is what an apple a day has to do with writing daily.
I took part in this year’s Holidailies 2015 and YES I posted daily.
I took the challenge because I dropped the daily writing habit and in my opinion my writing suffered for it.
I played around on Facebook everyday, I managed to watch my favorite shows on DVD everyday, I managed to do a lot of other things everyday except for writing.
At one point I wrote that I treated my writing like a toy. I played with and at some point it rolled under the couch I didn’t bother to look for it. I only ran across it when I was looking for something else.
Sad to say, the apple bit me back.
There are a lot of good points to be made about writing daily, there are some great ones listed in this article:
When I was growing up I listened to a lot of Elvis Presley.
My Mom was a fan of his so we had his albums in the living room but at some point I started to snag them and take them to my room and listen to them on my own.
I think Mom was very pleased with that, so when we would go to the store I’d ask to buy Elvis records and she wouldn’t tell me which ones to get, I’d have to choose them on my own.
I enjoyed doing that.
But this song was my hands down favorite.
When I was around 10 I’d come home from school, head straight for my room and put this song on my record player, jump up on my bed and I’d sing along with Elvis until my voice was gone.
In the story of my life we’d hear this when the going gets rough and I get tough.
With a smile of course.
Back to Elvis…sort of.
This is the theme song from Bubba Ho-Tep starring Bruce Campbell. The song is called The King’s Highway and the first time I heard it, it went into my head and stayed there note for note.
This song would show up if my life were on a screen and there’s a shot of me writing. You’d see the world is running right by my window ( I’ll bet you’d see freaky stuff like dogs and Martians and monsters and spaceships and kids playing with Hula Hoops and yo-yos) and I finally look up and notice and think for a minute maybe I should be out there…but then I look down and keep writing.
It all started when I was kid- the writing, the weird take on the world, me never fitting in anywhere or with anyone and not really getting it. I just thought that’s the way it was.
You got an idea or had a talent or a dream and you’d have to see it through alone.
I learned that from my Grandparents.
So in my life story I’d be looking in a mirror, reflecting on my life and as you’d see me ageing back to that fearless little kid who was called ‘ Baby Monster’ You’d hear this song- it represents my Grandparents who all passed on there love of Glen Miller to me.
So there it is, some of the songs that make up the soundtrack of my life.
Listening to these songs I’m thinking…it hasn’t been all together a bad ride.