hello mexico… beautiful paradise and best honeymoon ever…
Ok, so I am prone to having epiphanies about all manner of things, but this one was particularly useful….
I was driving… I usually am with these sorts of things, which makes it more annoying because I cant write things down whilst driving…
Well I could, but it wouldn’t turn out pretty!
Anyway, I was driving… I don’t remember where, and I was racking my brains about my writers fear, and why I couldn’t get over it, and what the problem really was, because there had to be a problem, I refuse to believe that there is an issue you can’t resolve.
I’ll get to the point in a minute…!
So I have now got a stool, and carpets, and I am in the process of fixing my printer, my studio is only lacking a heater currently, which in the British winter, is kind of essential, I took a friend to the studio the other day and they left looking a healthy shade of blue. So it couldn’t have been any of those things I was postulating about.
So I knew that there had to be something wrong, well this was the conclusion I came to, I decided that there was something wrong with the story.
The more I thought about it, the more I began to think through all the other writers blogs I have read and all the things they have experienced, and as I worked through it hit me…
I was writing the story from the wrong point of view. The main character isn’t who I thought it was, or who I thought it should have been.
Now, this is a bit of a bitch.
Much as I am delighted to have realised the error in my ways, I have now landed myself with a pile of rewriting and re-planning which is a total ball ache to be honest. But it was like a weight lifted instantly, I have ideas oozing through my fingertips already.
I can’t believe I made such an epic school boy error.
a) how did I not realise?
b) how is the story now telling me what’s right and wrong – that’s just weird.
c) #FML to all the work I now need to re do.
Can I just point out… It’s also fucking monday, and I had a really REALLY bad day, if it wasn’t for the fact I had this epiphany I would have come home and gone straight to bed!!
Do you ever get so sucked into something like a box set or tv series, or even series of books, that you obsessively read or watch all of them back to back??
I am the ultimate binge reader or film/TV series watcher.
I did it with ’24’ and would sit there and watch a hole series without moving, I did it with Buffy the Vampire Slayer as a teenager, I did it with Prison Break, House, Dexter, Numbers, greys anatomy, Boston Legal, Alias, The L word, The Real L word, Lip service, The list is endless. I obsessively read almost all of Patricia Cornwall’s books, Jostein Gaarder, all the True Blood novels, Harry Potter, twilight… just some of the recent ones.
I do this thing of finding an author and demolishing everything they have ever written, or made ever!
The problem is, I get so sucked in, that I forget Im living in the real world. I start thinking that I live in their worlds, that I am part of what is happening. I don’t tend to read words, after a couple of paragraphs my eyes switch off and I just ‘see’ what I am reading, its akin to TV for me. So I feel really attached, especially if there were a lot of books, or a lot of series.
When it’s over, I feel like I lost something, a best friend, a group of friends, a home, its like someone died, and I cant go back because if I watch or read it again, it doesn’t have the same effect, I know whats coming.
Well anyway, I have been watching the West Wing, and there are 7 series, and I am on the penultimate disk… I dont want it to end. I love this series so much!! :*(
If anyone has any decent book, or TV series recommendations to help me through my imminent mourning period… Please do comment.