You know that movie Romancing The Stone, where Joan Wilder, played by Kathleen Turner, is writing one of her romance novels and she gets so wrapped up in it she's a crying mess because what she wrote is so romantically sappy and wonderful, and yet she's alone and has never even had that kind of romance?
I think I'm turning into a Joan Wilder.
Thank God I'm not turning into a romance novel-er, but, minus a few depressing beginnings to plays, most of the things I've written lately have been romantic and sweet and the kind of thing you expect to see in a Jane Austin novel or an episode of Downton Abbey.
I have very little to draw on from personal experiences, so I'm not exactly sure where all this is coming from. I've had the odd surely-this-is-the-boy-I'm-going-to-marry moments, but they were pathetic in comparison to anything real and genuinely loving. Maybe I'm just drawing on what I hope will eventually be reality.
I should combine all these romantic scenes I have and title them "The Ridiculously Romantic And Sappy Side Of A Silly Girl Playwright".
"A few times in my life I've had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be." - A Single Man
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
"Now don't forget to smile, darling." "Well which one? I've mastered three of them." - Hugo
It's one in the morning and I really should be asleep. But it doesn't really feel right to sleep right now.
I'm graduating tomorrow, but I don't think that's what's keeping me from sleeping. I think life is keeping me from sleeping.
I knew exactly what I wanted to do three years ago. I remember sitting on a park bench one night at Maryville College and knowing I should be a journalist and fight horrible things in the world with my words and inspire others to make changes.
I still want to do that, but I think maybe I've shifted a little, too.
Over four years at university, I've learned that more than anything else, I love to tell stories. I love to tell other people's stories. I love to listen to peoples' stories and write them down for others to read. But I've learned that there's more to telling stories than just being a good journalist.
To tell a story means to be an inventor as well.
I've always had a wild imagination, thanks to a love of reading and learning put into me at an early age by my parents. But I never thought that would get me anywhere as a kid. I'd write my silly stories about love and squirrels and death and magic, just like any other socially awkward and introverted middle schooler. But that was for fun.
And then I get to college and meet a wonderful woman named Stacey Isom who showed me that it's okay to be an inventive storyteller.
I'm probably strange, but taking creative writing classes made me aware of the stories I could tell of characters I meet in my mind, not just people I find for journalism articles.
I'm rambling, but in my defense, it is one in the morning.
I just love a good story. I love reading a good story in a book and watching a good story on film and writing a good story through characters and people I run into.
Maybe I'll still do all those journalistically things I decided I would do on the park bench. God only knows, I guess.
But maybe I'll get to tell other stories too. Maybe I'll get to introduce the world to some of the characters I live with every day in my mind.
Their stories deserve to be told, too.
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