Ugh, I’m a slacker. This was meant to go up yesterday, sorry.
Alright, so day one’s prompt is to just free write, about anything, for twenty minutes. So, here’s mine. Forgive any messiness in this post. As the rules say, I am not thinking about what I’m writing, just keeping my fingers moving for twenty whole minutes.
Now, this is really fun, free writing. I’ve always loved it. See, I see writing as play acting, always. I act out the characters in my head, and I play every part, even the men. Even the bad guys, especially the bad guys. I love writing for the bad guys. so, free writing is like just playing make believe with your friends, the way my daughters do. Alright, let’s play secret agents, or princesses in space, or FBI. Now we’re Dr. Who’s companions, now we’re mermaids. My kids are kind of eclectic.
Speaking of mermaids, I found a picture on Pintrest earlier that showed Ariel, from the Little Mermaid, sewing up her legs to get her fins back. The message was that if you change yourself for someone else, you will eventually regret it with all of your heart. It was a rather gruesome picture, but boy did that strike me. I mean, think about the ramifications of that. The love of her life, it didn’t matter at all when compared to being herself. What if she had just stayed who she was? What if she had found someone who could love her for who she was?
On the other hand, Ariel wasn’t happy as she was born. She really wanted to be human, and live on land. I have no idea why, but it was what she really wanted. Maybe she did what she did to be comfortable in her own skin like Chaz Bono. Just a thought.
See what I mean? Having to keep your fingers moving four a whole twenty minutes brings out all sorts of things you wouldn’t normally consider. I usually hate old Disney Princess movies. Bell had Stockholm syndrome, Sleeping Beauty and Snow White were useless even if they were the main characters. Cinderella was a wuss. Arial might have had to be saved by the men in her life, but at least she went for what made her happy. There’s a lesson in that, I think.
Sorry, I have daughters, I spend way too much time talking about princesses. You should hear them go on about Anna and Elsa. My goodness.
Which is a good example of the amazing amount of age bracket cross over recently. Hunger Games, Divergent, Frozen, Harry Potter and Doctor Who are all good examples of things that are loved by people my age, (I turn 29 this year) and kids my daughters age,(10 and 11) Is it because my kids are getting older? Are they just more mature than other kids their age? Am I childish? Or is it just something about my generation? Are we terminally stuck in our own childhood? Maybe, think about all the remakes of things my generation loved. TMNT, Transformers. Even The Giver can be traced back to us, you know.
Now that was a great book. Really, the gem of the dystopian future genre. Really, if you haven’t read it, do. I read it once a year for my birthday, and have ever since I was thirteen. That’s fifteen times I’d read the same book, and every time I read it, it means something new to me. Seriously, read it. Before you see the book.
That, I think, is something that we as writers must all have a love/hate relationship with. We see all these books get awesome blockbuster movies, and that makes us drool. Makes me drool, anyway. The thought of having my story, that started in my head, playing out on the screen? But I think that we, as readers, also worry that it cheapens the story somehow. For instance, I hate hearing someone say, “I loved the Divergent movie, but I had no idea it was a book until you just told me.” Really?
On the other hand, I’ve always said that there is some great writing that’s never been in the binding of a book. Gotham’s got a great story line, I’m a huge fan of the whole Avengers Vs. X-men story, Mass Effect is a great story too, and it’s a video game. So maybe we shouldn’t be so judgmental of people who appreciate a great story in alternative forms? And, I mean, it’s not like there aren’t books that are total trash. Fifty Shades of Grey, Twilight. You know what I mean. So maybe we should be focusing on telling the good stories, no matter how we tell them. I’m sure watching Leverage is going to be better for someone than reading Twilight.
Well, that was twenty minutes. Thanks for indulging me. And I hope that gives you a fun behind the scenes look at how weird my brain is. We went from free writing about free writing to Leverage.
Have a great night, everyone.