An Ode to Edward Burns

We all draw our inspiration from something, someone, some experience or another. We're writers and it's in our nature to observe the world around us. We observe it and more so we absorb it. Absorb it into our bones, blood, and out our fingertips across keyboards.

There are many instances and circumstances that propelled me to this place in my life, this writing place. I'd like to share one of them with you.

This is the movie Purple Violets. An Edward Burns movie. A movie about lost love, the one that got away, and what else, writers. This movie had me thinking about that book I never seemed to sit my ass down and write. This was July of 2009. And here I am today. Said MS in the bazillionth round of edits.

Ahh, Eddie friggin' Burns. I love the man. Besides his obvious good looks and dashing personality, he is an amazing screenwriter; completely undervalued in the business, IMO. His movies; which he writes, directs, and occasionally stars in, always seem to reach out and tug at something deep inside my writer's soul.

Oh, it could be the Irish-Catholic thing, that cool neighborhood guy aura he oozes, maybe it's the almond shaped eyes- oh those Irish eyes are definitely smiling, and maybe, just maybe, it's his innate gift of the craft.

This gem had me finally go and write. Thanks Ed, you're the man.