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Life and Laughs of a “Facetious Little Squirt”

Thursday, July 23rd, 2020

 

 

My really fun Featured Author interview, Life and Laughs of a “Facetious Little Squirt”, with Coleen M. Story is up at her wonderful website WRITING AND WELLNESS

Life and Laughs of A “Facetious Little Squirt”

by Melinda Rucker Haynes

I love to laugh so I always open with—I learned to write fiction when I was a grant writer.

In that reality, we also used to joke that grant proposals were judged by the weight. Therefore, repetitive and wordy details, explanations, descriptions, and narratives (much like this sentence) were essential structure for a winning proposal.

Another happy thing about my grant writing was that all my education research grant proposals won funding. Ah, the stimulating life of living on soft money! So, my expectations were quite high when I escaped academe to live abroad and write novels.

Note: It was an envious Ph.D. pedant who snarked from his teetering, terminally unfunded ivory tower that I was a Facetious Little Squirt. And I’ve endeavored to happily embrace my squirtness since.  (Click Here for Full Article)

 

The Eyes-Closed Perspective and a Decent Chardonnay

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2018

I was invited to my niece Jenna’s birthday painting party. My niece and her mother, my sister, are super achievers and take their “doing” very seriously. I, however, do not so much. I tend to fall in love with the idea of making something interesting and so experiment with these kinds of crafty, arty and music-making experiences. I learned long ago that I’m good for maybe a series of classes worth of said experience, then I move along, move along. One reason being–what the heck do I do with the end product of that experience? How many poorly crocheted bikinis (yes, I actually did one of those back in the early 70s) or sloppily knitted potholders does one need?

King Street Flood
Photo by Euna Haynes

I love doing the painting BYOB (and snacks) events with fun people. So far I have “done” three such parties. I’d like to say that each painting I turn out is better than the last . . . but truth be told, NAH.  I’m not interested in getting better at painting these studies in standardized acrylics, but I’m all about going to hang out with artistic hopefuls who like to play, drink wine and graze on really good snacks–which ARE getting better each time I go.

The Process. There is a process to this artistic creating. In fact, it’s so standardized and easy everyone’s paintings look pretty much the same. About thirty minutes into the teaching and our putting paint to canvas, I begin to feel kinda bored. I know what the end product in front of me is going to look like. That observational power isn’t born of second sight or prescient ability. I’ve simply looked at the paintings-in-progress around me. And if I continue to follow directions my picture will look like that, too.

Enter snacks and Chardonnay, yay! I wander over to the goodie table where we’ve laid out our extensive display of tastiness and indulge as I consider my artistic options concerning the Old Door in a Wall project. Full glass in hand and a plate of yummy in the other, I return to my seat to sip and snack and think. Then it hits me–my individual artistic interpretation. I paint the door dark blue, paint in lighted windows at the top and on the plate beside the door the number eleven. Tah Dah! The TARDIS and my favorite Doctor, Number 11 just landed in my painting. It’s brilliant! And as is the way with such endeavors, no one gets it. No one! Except after the class, the instructor/shop owner came round and exclaimed, “It’s a TARDIS! We’ve never had anyone do a TARDIS.” Turns out her husband is British and began to tell me all about his watching very early Doctor Who back in the 1960s. Personally, I wasn’t a fan then, not until 2005 and Doctor #10, when the show was retooled.

Mmmmelinda Closes Her Eyes and Gains Perspective

As you can see from my photo, my painting looks perfect in my closed-eyes perspective apres Chardonnay. But then what doesn’t?

It’s all fun!

MMMMmmmmmelinda