Calling Sammy French
My, my, my it has been a while. I come crawling back to this site every so often when I get that feeling that the world has been spinning out of control and I have had too much beer and food and I realize I need to sit down and purge. My thoughts....not the food and beer.
I'm a grown-up now. I'm married. I'm buying a house. I'm on salary. I'm comfortable. I can't write worth shit though. I honestly think it is because I haven't been keeping a personal journal or writing down my daily thoughts. When you exit the art of writing every day it gets harder and harder to accomplish as the hours and days go on. I have kept everything bottled up for the last 3 years and too much corrosion has built up at the floodgate. I have not written anything since my play I.G.S. in...oh God, '07? Surely not '06. Jeez. 3 years.
I have found dialogue becomes harder and harder to produce. All through my life I wrote mainly short stories with narrative and descriptions of events and people and it wasn't until college that I began writing plays. I was in theatre....I might as well write a play or two.
And that's how many I wrote. 2. The first one was awful. Damn deadlines and too much smoke. And plus I don't think I knew who I was when I was writing that first play.
By the time the second came up, I was more prepared. The idea of two acts didn't frighten me as much as one act had done for the commencement script. I wrote it quickly and had a lot to say. It won a major award and was performed at a Theatre convention. The cast loved it and loved me for writing it and once it was finished, they were finished with me and I graduated.
I have lost a lot of friends and I think that may have something to do with it. Either by my behavior or just too much time apart, I have lost the connections I once had with a number of people. The same saying always pops up, "I could call them...but they could also call me." Once you say that so many times, it never pans out into anything. I got married and spent all of my time with my wife. I am not coplaining in any way but we spend a lot of time together at home and people look at you differently when you're married. All of your single friends despise you for having found love and don't want you around bringing them down.
When you aren't around that many people, dialogue becomes extremely difficult. I should just write some stories again. I keep telling myself to just write what's on my mind, don't try and make it anything amazing, don't compare it to I.G.S. just write. I've had a lot of ideas and even attempted to start something but my mind races forward to the meaning of the script, it conjures up the why and how will this impact people when (and if) they read it and how will this piece of literature change the world....I lose focus and forget about the basic plot and the characters I've quickly thrown together. I kick myself for not being able to write like I did at Alamo Heights.
When I got to AH, I knew no one and I turned all of my attention on to my spiral notebooks. I filled up 8 or 9 150 page notebooks in my two years at Alamo Heights. I don't know how I did it or where it all came from but it quickly disappeared soon after.
This LiveJournal is very comforting. It opens the basement of the mind into my high school years and to see how confused I was and how much fun I had. Not too much has changed....
Purging complete.
I'm a grown-up now. I'm married. I'm buying a house. I'm on salary. I'm comfortable. I can't write worth shit though. I honestly think it is because I haven't been keeping a personal journal or writing down my daily thoughts. When you exit the art of writing every day it gets harder and harder to accomplish as the hours and days go on. I have kept everything bottled up for the last 3 years and too much corrosion has built up at the floodgate. I have not written anything since my play I.G.S. in...oh God, '07? Surely not '06. Jeez. 3 years.
I have found dialogue becomes harder and harder to produce. All through my life I wrote mainly short stories with narrative and descriptions of events and people and it wasn't until college that I began writing plays. I was in theatre....I might as well write a play or two.
And that's how many I wrote. 2. The first one was awful. Damn deadlines and too much smoke. And plus I don't think I knew who I was when I was writing that first play.
By the time the second came up, I was more prepared. The idea of two acts didn't frighten me as much as one act had done for the commencement script. I wrote it quickly and had a lot to say. It won a major award and was performed at a Theatre convention. The cast loved it and loved me for writing it and once it was finished, they were finished with me and I graduated.
I have lost a lot of friends and I think that may have something to do with it. Either by my behavior or just too much time apart, I have lost the connections I once had with a number of people. The same saying always pops up, "I could call them...but they could also call me." Once you say that so many times, it never pans out into anything. I got married and spent all of my time with my wife. I am not coplaining in any way but we spend a lot of time together at home and people look at you differently when you're married. All of your single friends despise you for having found love and don't want you around bringing them down.
When you aren't around that many people, dialogue becomes extremely difficult. I should just write some stories again. I keep telling myself to just write what's on my mind, don't try and make it anything amazing, don't compare it to I.G.S. just write. I've had a lot of ideas and even attempted to start something but my mind races forward to the meaning of the script, it conjures up the why and how will this impact people when (and if) they read it and how will this piece of literature change the world....I lose focus and forget about the basic plot and the characters I've quickly thrown together. I kick myself for not being able to write like I did at Alamo Heights.
When I got to AH, I knew no one and I turned all of my attention on to my spiral notebooks. I filled up 8 or 9 150 page notebooks in my two years at Alamo Heights. I don't know how I did it or where it all came from but it quickly disappeared soon after.
This LiveJournal is very comforting. It opens the basement of the mind into my high school years and to see how confused I was and how much fun I had. Not too much has changed....
Purging complete.