Do you ever write just to WRITE anymore? I ask myself this question all the time. The answer? Nope. Every time. And then I ask it again, but I’m always writing when I ask it. It’s more of a question I ask whenever I DO decide to write again, I guess.
I watched a movie called “Stuck in Love” tonight. It was a beautiful portrayal of LIFE and WRITING and it lit a fire under my ass to want to start doing it again. I told the director of the movie through a tweet. He retweeted it, so the fire got bigger.
This movie kicks off with “first lines” of the three main characters’ life stories. There’s a HUGE theme with first lines of stories in the movie, whether it’s about life or about the characters themselves or about the stories they are writing. Here’s a first line for you:
“Video killed the radio star. Twitter killed the writer.”
But did it? Would YOU keep reading a novel that started that way? What does that even have to do with anything? Everything?
Maybe if it kept up with some internal narrative about making excuses for not writing (check) or over-sharing about how my life is “being lived” or if it continued as a story about broken hearts and piecing things back together after you hit the bottom.
We’ve all been to all of these places at some point, right?
They say it’s a cop-out if you write your own story in fiction. Takes away from the idea of “fiction,” eh? No chance. Every one of us has a hell of a unique story. I told my 22-year-old story as a 26-year-old in a screenplay in 2008. It’ll be a movie one day, I promise. Then I would have cast Adam Brody. Now? I’d rewrite it, make it a bit darker, choose Indy-er sounding songs, and cast, well, Adam Brody.
The bottom line is, we’re all living a story. I’m ready to start telling more of them again.
Hold me to it, please.