On the Subject of Trials and Tribulations of a Writer

Mar 31, 2012 16:34

So I've been listening to epic music today, some of it on the recommendation of a good friend, and reading stories of epic adventures and triumph over evil and all that rot and, well, now I'm feeling the urge to follow the trend and do something epic myself.

Unfortunately, being of academic mind and authorial persuasions... this is harder than it sounds.

After all, if I were into a physical sport of some kind I could go do that in some extreme manner. Shoot a hundred arrows in search of a perfect bullseye. Not just hike, but run to the top of a mountain. Go diving with a great white shark or pet a whale. Whatever.

If I even did ANYTHING truly physical for my art, I could find a way to make it epic. Paint a grand masterpiece on my wall. Rock out until I blew an amp. THROW THE PERFECT VASE ON THE POTTERY WHEEL. SOMETHING.

But I'm a writer. What am I supposed to do? Pound the keyboard to SHOW HOW INTENSELY I AM THINKING?

I know. I know. I could always WRITE about something epic but...

It's one of those "If my life was a movie, even the montage would be kick-ass" kind of feelings I have inside me. As a writer, the best you can hope for in that department is maybe an overblown expression of enlightenment as you think of a good plot twist, tripping as you run to your computer, or perhaps stacks of books around you as you hunch over your keyboard and the camera pans around you in a circle.

But it's still not quite... *sigh*

Not that I regret being a writer. I love it. I truly do. Even right now when it's not physically epic enough for me, I love it.

I just wish I could SHOW how much I love it without ending up with a mugshot or a straight jacket. :(

Does anyone else feel this way sometimes or am I just being weird again?

P.S. I've decided to indulge my insanity the only way I can: I'm doing Script Frenzy. This might not seem like insanity, but I know nothing about writing in script format, so that alone is probably enough to have me committed. Ah well. VIVA L'ÉCRITURE! o/

P.P.S. Aaaaaand since there's no fun in masochism unless you spell it "PTSD", I'm apparently going to do an ORIGINAL script. Because why the hell not?

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