If you ask Rebecca, it’s either that I’m constantly forgetting to pick up my socks or fixing the toilet paper roll when it’s empty.

Bless my husband if he thinks that’s it.

My name is Rebecca Bana and let me just say that the biggest mistake he’s made in OUR relationship was not knowing how to push past his fears and ask me when he’s messed up or when I needed him to do things.

For a big man, he’s not so good on hearing things.

But for all that, he’s a wonderful father. He still has the inner child that allows him to play and be with the children on their level. He adores his parents, which is good because it allows Klaus to see how to be with us when he’s older.

He’s funny and really a jack of all trades, I’m lucky and I know that.

*scuffles over the journal ensue*

Now that I have my journal back… I think that the biggest mistake making I have done is not learning sooner how my wife’s mind works *grins*

Muse: Eric Bana
Fandom: RPF
Word Count: 189

I never was more aware of time than while I was shooting Troy, the history touching me in strange moments in the filming. Time passed and yet didn’t. I was Hector and yet I wasn’t.

Time is fickle, it made me wonder about what would have changed for the golden city, would they have continued to be blessed by the gods and would Hector have become the king he was meant to have been.

It made my heart hurt for his poor cursed baby, for Sophie had only just been born and I couldn’t imagine not protecting my child. To see Klaus grow and be the heartbreaker that his grandmother keeps threatening me with, along with the reminders that he was just like me at that age.

Time is fleeting, I used to believe growing up that time was forever and it was a hard shock to learn that time as we grew, was way too fast for my liking.

Time for all it’s shortcomings, gave me my wife and my children and a career that gives me the luxury of playing with my toys and the love of speed.

For that, I thank it.


Muse: Eric Bana
Fandom: RPF
Word Count: 203

The first time I ever held a baby, I was struck by how fragile they were. Yes that’s clichéd and all I know that but what was even more terrifying was that the baby was my own son. I watched my parents, by far old hands at holding babies and Anthony and his wife had theirs.

But watching Becca, even now I can’t say the emotions that I had watching her that first day. But I can say that bless her, she was born to the role of mom, even right down to how she cradled his head just so.

I went with her for the classes, I went with her to the appointments, I had had 9 months and the 2 months before that when we were trying to get pregnant to prepare for the fact that he was coming and yet that tiny head scared me silly.

Klaus’s head just fit so right in the middle of my palm and he opened his eyes and I was lost.

It’s that moment that I remember even now that when my son and by extension my daughter misbehave, that my misbehaving little monsters were once fragile angels.

Muse: Eric Bana
Fandom: RPF
Word Count: 205

Disappointment is something that an actor is expected to have at least oh a hundred times in their careers, nothing like a good character builder to weed the a-list from the oh say, z-listers?

The only time I was ever disillusioned with anything was when I was small and I learnt that nobody was immortal. That eventually like everything in the world around us, they would die and they weren’t as invincible as I had built them up in my head to be.

It was hard to deal with, learning it by the death of a friend that I thought of as a brother and how Dad took me aside after telling Anthony to stop making some typical big brother jokes. It wasn’t right he said.

Dad said something that I carry with me to this day. “Luck is preparation met by opportunity.” Translating it into something easier to understand, we take nothing for granted, be prepared and be fortunate for every new day, to be waking up on the right side of the dirt pile.

Something to which I still am every day.


Muse: Eric Bana
Fandom: RPF
Word Count: 191

Of course I do, I’m an actor and every role is carried on with you like a ghost. Sometimes at night, I can still feel them around me in a sense like protectors. It’s a comfort in a way but in others it’s annoying and unlike exorcisms and possessions, there’s no real cure.

When I was a boy in Australia, I knew a boy who grew up in the aboriginal culture and for them, ghosts were to be revered and I got to hear the stories of “Dreamtime” and it made me appreciate the theory of more to heaven and earth than what the human eye could see.

It’s a belief that I hope to instill in Klaus and Sophie as they grow.

When I was in the car accident the other day, I felt a presence with me and it was something that comforted me. But of course, there was no way that I was going to tell Tony because while I may be new age in some ways, I’m old age in others.

Muse: Eric Bana
Fandom: RPF
Word Count: 182

And to think that I managed to walk free and clear from this *points*

The night is my companion & solitude's my guide. Will I spend forever here & not be satisfied

I heard that Sarah McLachlan song on the radio on the way home and it got me wondering once again.

See I have these flights of fancy sometimes when my head just daydreams and it’s in that sense of wanting to be open and honest in here, I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be a vampire, to be forever in darkness and miss daylight.

Or It could have been because on the last flight from the states to home, they had on Underworld.

Some of the world’s most striking visuals both in written word or in song have involved somewhere in them night in all it’s shadings. Night is the flipside of day, night replenishes in a way similar to rain in a drought.

I have no idea why I’m writing about night, other than it is thus right now and it’s because I can’t sleep, or something like that.

Maybe I shall just quit while I’m ahead.


Muse: Eric Bana
Fandom: RPF
Word Count: 186

Eric thought about the topic question for a long time, so many answers bubbled to the surface before being dismissed and he went for a walk around the room, checking the windows and such before coming back to the computer and sitting down to type into it.

“What are you waiting for?” It was a question that came right out of the blue and from one too many beers outside near the bonfire. It was a question that I came to realize came out of the mouth of a man who cheerfully chopped off his ears to get out of a situation in jail.

Chopper Reid stared at me thoughtfully and then repeated himself, something in his eyes clearly telling me that I better answer before he reached for a sharp implement to chop MY ears off or something equally precious.

It finally hit me before tilting my head to look at him, draining my can of Foster’s.

“I was waiting to see you, to hear your sides of things before saying yes or no. I mean until now, I was just Poida, just the class clown. Playing you would make things a lot more interesting.”

I had no idea of how interesting things would be from saying yes and signing those papers that very night.


Muse: Eric Bana
Fandom: RPF
Word Count: 224

Or so says my optometrist.

I never believed in that theory or anything else that you possibly could find stamped on a piece of paper and stuffed up inside of a fortune cookie. Life’s just too short for hindsight and what if and maybes, know what I mean?

Hell I don’t even know what I mean here, I should have known better than to write after being in a car accident, my nerves and my wife are too rattled to concentrate.

I’ve only wanted to look forward because what’s gotten me to this point hasn’t been regretted. It’s helped me become the actor I am today.

Poker games and road rallies not withstanding.


Muse: Eric Bana
Fandom: RPF
Word Count: 121

Ripped off of my mun's journal and from all of you lot

( I have manners, sparing friendslist )