There’s the type of writing that I have fun with. The type I can dive into and twist/mangle the plot or characters and somehow make it work. Then there’s the type of writing that I only do on VERY few occasions. The type where I reach into my own soul and tear the story out. It stings and burns as I weave the very fabric of who I am into the ink on the page but somehow it feels right. Call it an immolation of barriers, the torching of the guards we build up over certain parts of our lives. There is something very purifying about that, provided one can handle how intensive it can be, and every so often I just NEED to do it.
This isn’t meant to be an “oh so sad” post or anything. Rather, my intent is to point out that we all have stories. Writers search for inspiration all around them. They look to the news, to nature, and to those who surround them and yet the most potent, meaningful, and relatable stories reside within each of us. Whether we write or not, it is important to revisit pivotal moments in our lives and the feelings that accompany them. Even a recurring eddy of emotion that flows through our personality is something far more powerful than anything else we observe in nature.
I have never been to Las Vegas. Not really my type of scene to be honest (though I’m sure I’d enjoy it) but there is a scene at the end of a movie that somehow makes the Bellagio’s fountain a pivotal part of who I am. Maybe it was the fact that the scene was synced beautifully with one of my favorite pieces of music or maybe it was the sheer beauty of the fountains captured in that one scene but the Fountains have always been a HUGE part of some of the deeper parts of my writing.
I know exactly why I brought this up and believe me, it syncs perfectly for me :-D… I’ll leave you to guess at it but the Fountains are making an appearance in the pages in Final Draft right now. It is a very good thing.
See ya, Space Cowboy.