born to lie.

I have heard famous actors say in interviews that they have the best job in the world. That they never had to grow up, spending their days playing make-believe and dressing up. That’s sort of the way I feel about writing… like it has kept me well and truly in touch with my inner child. Hopefully, in turn, that will help me to understand my own future children better.

I have mentioned before that one of my most vivid childhood memories is from the day, 6-year-old Frannie asked to be excused from class to go to the bathroom and instead found herself wandering down to the playground singing Somewhere Over The Rainbow to my adoring, albeit invisible, munchkin fans. More recently, I found my Grade 1 journals that further supported the idea that I was born to lie, i.e. write fiction. When I asked my Mum if she was ever concerned about how much I lied as a child, she said that she didn’t believe I lied, just that I stretched the truth to create a more magical reality.

not the whole truth.

Uncle Cam with the dolphins.

There were stories of fairies, of animals I befriended and recounts that my adult brain knows are ridiculous exaggerations but my child brain would have believed wholeheartedly. So I’m glad my parents hoarded all of my ‘stuff’ while I was younger. Now my journals, as embarrassing as they are, take pride of place on my desk serving to inspire and stir my imagination. They’re also a reminder that I picked the correct creative path by choosing words over art… the illustrations leave quite a bit to be desired.

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a pictures worth.

I am in the process of setting up a completely ‘zen’ and inspiring workspace at home to write in. I mentioned this in a post before and noted that the desk is actually my great, great Grandmother’s dresser. I adore it. I flipped the mirror of the dresser revealing these incredibly untouched, dark panels of wood which gave it a kind of rustic feel. So I have my old copy of The Glass Menagerie sitting atop a pile of my favourite books, have bought a bunch of dried lavender to hang as well as some twine and wooden pegs to string up and hang photos from.

Great Grandma Jessie's dresser.

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10 things I wish I was told as a graduate.

graduationI find it hard to relate to people who say university was ‘the best time of their lives’ because it really wasn’t for me. It was long hours, lots of travel time, no money and so many stupidly pointless group assignments. I hadn’t really shaken my residual awkwardness from high school (who am I kidding, I’m still completely embarrassing) and the core television and radio subjects that were part of my journalism degree filled me with complete terror. I chose journalism because of my love of writing, not my desire to be in front of a camera or microphone.

The lecturers and tutors at QUT were mostly pretty fantastic and didn’t sugarcoat the difficulties that would face our class of graduates. Lots of people want to be journalists and there aren’t too many jobs around, especially in Brisbane. That’s a pretty daunting notion when you’re surrounded by confident, talented, ambitious people all with the same goal. Looking back, I wish someone had sat me down and told me the following: Continue reading

same old story.

My move of jobs from Melbourne to Brisbane saw a move in industries from sport to film & television. In my new workplace I am extremely lucky to have daily conversations with some amazingly creative and wise minds and a discussion I had yesterday really resonated with me. A comment was made about the many synopses that land on desks that sound exactly like the plot outlines of movies already made.

As an example, you may be familiar with the Fern Gully / Pocahontas / Avatar Internet theory?

fern gully 92.

Pocahontas 95.

Avatar 09.

I was only 11 at the time, but I recall the amazement at the surprise ending of The Sixth Sense when it came out in 1999. While I believe the storylines of Fern Gully & Co. could be re-written a hundred times and still captivate audiences with their message and beauty, it seems there have been films since The Sixth Sense using a similar twist that simply didn’t have as big of an impact because we’ve all seen it before.

As someone who wants to write a book… and hopefully a good one… I started to question my own ideas. Are they original or am I an accidental copycat? Even more time to mull over this musing then caused me to wonder if any of us are original anymore?

Maybe storytelling is all about who tells the story best and how they tell it, not who thought of the idea first. Popular opinion is that Avatar revolutionised 3D cinema, which is where its originality came from. Shakespeare, in my own opinion, is the best storyteller the world has ever known, but if he told his stories in his language and style in the 21st century he probably wouldn’t get very far. Baz Luhrmann’s 1996 reinvigoration of Shakespeare’s classic Romeo & Juliet was a re-telling that earned Luhrmann critical acclaim and proved that originality was not in the story but in how it was presented.

Some of the best storytellers in the world do not make a living from it. They are our parents. The mummys and daddys that read “just one more chapter” when it’s way past bedtime and “do the voices” of all  the characters, engaging the incredible imaginations of their tiny audiences.

The stories yet to be told are the ones we are living, so I think I will start there. Besides, if they turn out to be rubbish in the end, I might have a child of my own one day and then at least someone will find me entertaining.

long time no post.

Hello World!

It sure has been a while. I got a ‘Happy Anniversary’ notification from the good people at WordPress to say Frannie Loves Marie has been up and running for over a year now. This was enough to make me realise that we’ve been a bit M.I.A. from the writing scene lately, but that certainly doesn’t mean we’ve abandoned all posts forever. I think we just needed some time away from the computer… we do spend our Monday to Friday in front of them after all. We’re back now though and have many stories ready to be told, shedding some light on what we’ve been up to this last month.

For today, in honour of this blog that I treasure so dearly, I thought I would recap on some of my most memorable posts over the past year.

The first being perfect portrayals. This entry was freshly pressed a couple of days after being posted and it recently came to my mind when I re-watched My Week With Marilyn. It reminds me of all the wonderfully artistic storytellers we have in this world and the idea that there are so many stories yet to be told excites me greatly.

A post that never fails to put a smile on my face is Marie’s my friends are better dancers than yours. Marie got married in September 2012 and it is impossible for me to pick a favourite wedding related post, so I went for the one that so perfectly summarised the joy and love of her very special day.

There’s something very special about a first date, first kiss, first love… and I feel this fondness when I remember our very first post, our quest to find the best cupcake in Brisbane. It could not have been a more fun, girly and tasty adventure to go on with my dear friend and posting our very first Frannie Loves Marie entry was the beginning of an even greater blog-style adventure.

Marie wrote a post last year called A letter to 13-year-old Frannie and Marie that I quite simply adore. It makes me laugh and cry and reminds me of the brilliance of being a girl and a sister. Speaking of brilliance and girl-power, Marie also wrote a post last year called I’m not a princess, I’m a pirate. This is such a perfect musing that I can’t wait to show to my daughter one day.

Our one year WordPress anniversary isn’t the only celebration I’ve enjoyed lately. I also reached one whole amazing year with CB, who is often the topic of my posts. Cainotophobia: fear of change was my announcement that I was moving interstate to be with him. It is the scariest yet most rewarding decision I have ever made and this post reminds me of those nervous butterflies and the satisfaction I felt when it became the greatest life choice I have made thus far.

Finally, last year I lost someone very dear to me. It is by far the hardest thing I have ever had to go through and I still feel that loss every single day. I wrote my very first poem not long after this happened called I swam in the ocean today and it was for my beloved Nan, who I love and miss and think about every day.

Writing is my favourite past-time and my way of making sense of things. Even though we took a slight hiatus from posting, there will always be more stories about our sometimes strange and often wonderful lives that we look forward to sharing with you in the future.

friends 4eva.