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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Time Out - To Remember by Rosemary Lord

Rosemary wrote her first book when she was ten years old – for her little brother. She also illustrated it herself. It was later rejected by Random House! She has been writing ever since.

The author of Best Sellers Hollywood Then and Now and Los Angeles Then and Now, English born Rosemary Lord has lived in Hollywood for over 25 years. An actress, a former journalist (interviewing Cary Grant, James Stewart, Tony Hopkins, John Huston amongst others) and a Senior Publicist at Columbia Pictures, she lectures on Hollywood history. Rosemary is currently writing the second in a series of murder mysteries set in the 1920s Jazz Age Hollywood featuring Lottie Topaz, an extra in silent movies.







Don’t you sometimes wish you could stop the clocks – just for twenty-four hours – so you could catch up?

How do I get it all done?’ Is my constant cry lately. And most of all - when do I have time to write?

Maybe if I had a different schedule… “I write as soon as I get up and keep going until lunch-time…” I have oft heard from successful writers. But despite setting my alarm for an hour earlier, the early morning is so busy: overnight emails to answer, unexpected phone calls - always someone with an urgent question or a problem, another fire to put out – until I have to leave for the office, where my latest quest is saving and restoring a 110-year-old historic Hollywood, charitable organization that was almost felled by a predatory attempted real estate grab.

I’ll write in the lunch hour…. Who gets a lunch hour these days?

How does one make time to write, when the rest of your life is so distracting? I’m clearly not disciplined enough, as I snatch ten minutes here – a stolen fifteen minutes there and, occasionally a whole hour to write. Bliss!

As I drive to appointments or to the market I write in my head, make hurried notes at my destination. Then I question my intentions. Perhaps I am avoiding writing a Blog piece or completing my next novel. What if it’s not perfect? Not exactly the way I want it. If I don’t complete it – I’ll never know. “C’mon,” I tell myself, “writing has to be your priority. It’s what you love to most in the your life. It’s what you are meant to do…”

I look around for clues and for inspiration from other writers for ways to devote more time to write. I think so many of us these days are facing this same challenge in this busy world. Oh, the books I have in me that need to be written.

My best time to write is at the end of the day, when I’ve taken care of everything else, the phone won’t ring and it’s quiet. But lately, as I sit at the computer, I nod off - and come to about forty minutes later, hands poised over the computer keys. Bum! I’ve just lost most of the precious hour I had intended to use to write. 


That is, until last night, when I opened my bleary eyes from another unintended nap over my computer. I noticed the red poppy on my desk. The red poppy that I had brought back from England from the last "Poppy Day."

I felt ashamed. I felt like a spoiled brat, bemoaning that I had no time to write, as I

remembered those brave men and women who had no time to think of anything, except their fight to save their country and our world from tyranny. All those ordinary – yet extraordinary - folk who have stood between us and harm’s way throughout the ages. They sacrificed their lives so that we could have the freedom to live on.

In England we call November 11th Remembrance Day, when we remember all those who lost their lives in various conflicts. The Remembrance Poppy was inspired by the poem “In Flanders Field” written in May 1915 by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, after he noticed all the red poppies that had grown over the graves where so many soldiers, nurses and others were buried in that far off Belgian field in the first World War.

Since 1919, our fallen ones have been commemorated in England with two minutes silence at the 11th hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month. This marks the end of World War One, known as The Great War, in 1918.

Since then, time stands still in Britain for these two minutes. In London, as Big Ben rings the last stroke, traffic comes to a stand-still. Red London buses, black taxi-cabs and delivery vans come to a halt in central London and throughout the country. Pedestrians stop, many bow their heads as a sign of respect for all those who have fallen in conflicts since then. So much is said in that two minutes silence.

In their honor we wear artificial red poppies in the days leading up to Remembrance or Armistice Day – known as Veterans Day in America – as we all unite in paying our respects to those who sacrificed so much to give us our freedom.

And I am truly humbled and embarrassed that I was moaning about not having enough time to write. Those we remember on this day would love to have lived long enough to have such simple problems. We remember and honor the fallen today, as the tradition says, LEST WE FORGET.


Rosemary Lord 2015



17 comments:

  1. Thank you, Rosemary. Beautifully said.

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  2. This does put things in perspective. We must continue our lives, but we should always remember what it took and still takes to keep us free. Thanks for the reminder, Rosemary.

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  3. Thank you, Rosemary for such a lovely--and as Kate said, "Beautifully said," post. Nothing to add.

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    1. I am always so moved by Remembrance or Veteran's Day each year - so I am really grateful that I had the opportunity to say something.
      And thank you to our Kate Thornton for your service, and to Gayle's dad, to my Dad, my brother, my nephew and all those who served.

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  4. What a beautiful post, Rosemary. It made me stop and realize how small my problems are today. And how much I have to be thankful for. Thank you so much for this. I needed it. Paul

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    1. Thank you, Paul. This was a reminder that I, too, clearly needed.

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  5. Very touching and a wonderful reminder of those souls who cared. Thank you!

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    1. Marja, it's good to hear from you again. Cheers.

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  6. Thank you Rosemary, for expressing what so many felt and too many forgot.

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    1. What a lovely way to say it. Thanks Miko

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  7. Thanks, Rosemary, for that clear mind-picture of London for two minutes. wish we could do that here too - we are so busy running here and there. A friend just posted on Facebook how Veterans Day is the best day for doing your Christmas shopping. Everything is still fresh, not picked-over, and now crowds. Guess she never had a soldier in her family...

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  8. Very touching post, Rosie. I did not know about the two-minute silence in England. It's an excellent tradition for honoring those who gave their lives for us.

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    1. You're right: that two-minute silence is especially profound in the midst of a noisy city like London. That's why that image has always stayed with me wherever I am in the world. It seems to say so much.

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  9. Thank you so much.

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  10. I told you privately, and I will say it again here, beautiful post.

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    1. Thank you, Jackie - and thank you for your techy-know-how that make my posts possible!

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