“Never be afraid to try something new; remember amateurs built the ark professionals built the Titanic.” Anonymous

Since no lives are dependent on my blog-building skills, I move bravely forward, attempting something new and hoping no blog-loving being out there will want to (metaphorically) throw me overboard.

I love what writing has brought to my life. As a freelance writer, I’ve developed innovative skills and visited imagined lands (while remaining just enough in reality to pay the bills and water the plants). Although I write happily on a variety of topics, the one closest to my heart is movies; good, bad and everything in between (really bad movies provide their own unique entertainment, something to be explored in another blog).

Before I go any further, a big warm welcome to all those who ventured inside. Thanks so much for coming! My “blogging aspirations” are to share my love of movies with kindred spirits, people who see the creative artists at work on the canvas also known as the big screen. I hope to make you think (but not too hard) differently about a movie you may have quickly dismissed or commiserate with you over potentially good movies gone pathetically wrong (Gigli really should have worked. It had BENNIFER POWER! What went wrong? Oh, yeah, it sucked.)

Movies, at their best, are an art form. They inspire, educate and entertain. They bring “color” to a sometimes gray world. I’ve written numerous movie columns over the years, often finding inspiration from a beach stroll and an ocean view. Something about the surf and the sea is conducive to quality writing, at least in my little seaside world. Movies, to me, are much like the pristine sky suspended over a vast ocean, providing the ultimate setting for life’s ebbs and flows. Here, everything is illuminated and I’m the better for having been a welcomed witness.

A good movie is timeless; it soothes the soul, like hot cocoa on a cold night, sometimes decades after its big screen debut. I’m reminded of Jack Lemmon’s C.C. Baxter in 1960s The Apartment, who humbly uttered, “Ya know, I used to live like Robinson Crusoe; I mean, shipwrecked among 8 million people. And then one day I saw a footprint in the sand, and there you were,” and I’m once again a contented observer to the transformation of a lost, lonely heart.

Got a treasured classic or a recently- released- destined –to- be- a- masterpiece that illuminates your soul? I’d love to chat about it with you in my own little corner by the sea…