Marc
Ladies/The Art of What Not to Write About It's nice to come and sit and talk with your roommate(s) and their boyfriend(s)/girlfriend(s) and just feel nice. I'm sure you know what I mean. We talked tonight a lot about growing up and working, and how we finally realized, after years of being lazy good-for-nothing college students, how overworked we were in high school when we were going to school all day, working all night, and squeezing in time for our friends whenever we could.
Then I finally decide to check my email at 2:20am and find two seperate emails from my two favorite ladies. I'll have to say this -- I'm feeling great right now. Forget about all the whiskey and Coke that I've drank tonight. Forget about the Cherry Coke/whiskey concoction that's sitting on my desk to my immediate left at this moment. I have a smile on my face cause I've felt nothing but appreciated all night long. It makes for a happy Marc.
One thing that comes hard for me when I'm in moods like this is trying to figure out what I want to write about. I mean, seriously, being content does not fuel the creative fire. So, I've decided to write about things that I don't like to write about -- namely love, how one's heart feels, and high school. Myself and Zach had this conversation not that long ago, and I am completely okay with talking about how I hate hearing/reading stories about things that happened in high school as a way to categorize/map out the rest of a character's life. For example, I read this story in my last creative writing class about a 40-something man who hadn't been "touched" by a female since he was 17, and how that had completely messed him up for the rest of his life! Get over it. Move on. High school, yes, is an extremely sensitive period in the formations of our psyche's and lives, but it is not the be-all/end-all. There is life beyond high school. Get past it.
Love. I am not a big fan of the concept of love in writing. In real life I think it's great. If you are one of those people that can find love and cultivate love, I wish you all the best. I admire you. It takes courage and strength and hard work. Populate the Earth with your love. If you write about it excessively, though, I feel sorry for you. There are hundreds of different emotions -- anger, greed, pride, sadness, melancholy, happiness, pain, elation, etc. There are a disproportionate number of texts that deal soley with the concept of love. I feel cheated. I want to know what average people think about, besides this intense longing for love. And, along with that, I don't care -- I repeat, I do not fucking care -- how your heart is at this moment. The heart is the most overused human organ in any literary sense. "My heart" this, and "Your heart" that, and blah blah blah blah blah. Get over the heart. It pumps blood. It is not a tangible gauge for the well-being/desires of an individual. Start talking about your prerogatives or your emotions individually. Don't wrap it all up in the symbolic vision of your heart.
I don't know where this came from. As I told Zach, I know I will most likely never be a writer in any sense of the term. I will always be an aspiring writer -- someone who sits down at his computer late at night from time to time to put down his thoughts in some kind of cohesive form. I am extremely okay with this, because I know that I will not be disappointed if I never publish a book. I feel too unqualified, too untalented, too inexperienced w/r/t life to ever reach that exalted plateau of publication. I am a realist about this fact. If you have the desire or the drive to go for it, I wish you all the luck. But, please take my advice. Please don't get caught in a typical rut. Go beyond. Move forward.
Whatev. I think I may be drunk.
Misses.
Ladies/The Art of What Not to Write About It's nice to come and sit and talk with your roommate(s) and their boyfriend(s)/girlfriend(s) and just feel nice. I'm sure you know what I mean. We talked tonight a lot about growing up and working, and how we finally realized, after years of being lazy good-for-nothing college students, how overworked we were in high school when we were going to school all day, working all night, and squeezing in time for our friends whenever we could.
Then I finally decide to check my email at 2:20am and find two seperate emails from my two favorite ladies. I'll have to say this -- I'm feeling great right now. Forget about all the whiskey and Coke that I've drank tonight. Forget about the Cherry Coke/whiskey concoction that's sitting on my desk to my immediate left at this moment. I have a smile on my face cause I've felt nothing but appreciated all night long. It makes for a happy Marc.
One thing that comes hard for me when I'm in moods like this is trying to figure out what I want to write about. I mean, seriously, being content does not fuel the creative fire. So, I've decided to write about things that I don't like to write about -- namely love, how one's heart feels, and high school. Myself and Zach had this conversation not that long ago, and I am completely okay with talking about how I hate hearing/reading stories about things that happened in high school as a way to categorize/map out the rest of a character's life. For example, I read this story in my last creative writing class about a 40-something man who hadn't been "touched" by a female since he was 17, and how that had completely messed him up for the rest of his life! Get over it. Move on. High school, yes, is an extremely sensitive period in the formations of our psyche's and lives, but it is not the be-all/end-all. There is life beyond high school. Get past it.
Love. I am not a big fan of the concept of love in writing. In real life I think it's great. If you are one of those people that can find love and cultivate love, I wish you all the best. I admire you. It takes courage and strength and hard work. Populate the Earth with your love. If you write about it excessively, though, I feel sorry for you. There are hundreds of different emotions -- anger, greed, pride, sadness, melancholy, happiness, pain, elation, etc. There are a disproportionate number of texts that deal soley with the concept of love. I feel cheated. I want to know what average people think about, besides this intense longing for love. And, along with that, I don't care -- I repeat, I do not fucking care -- how your heart is at this moment. The heart is the most overused human organ in any literary sense. "My heart" this, and "Your heart" that, and blah blah blah blah blah. Get over the heart. It pumps blood. It is not a tangible gauge for the well-being/desires of an individual. Start talking about your prerogatives or your emotions individually. Don't wrap it all up in the symbolic vision of your heart.
I don't know where this came from. As I told Zach, I know I will most likely never be a writer in any sense of the term. I will always be an aspiring writer -- someone who sits down at his computer late at night from time to time to put down his thoughts in some kind of cohesive form. I am extremely okay with this, because I know that I will not be disappointed if I never publish a book. I feel too unqualified, too untalented, too inexperienced w/r/t life to ever reach that exalted plateau of publication. I am a realist about this fact. If you have the desire or the drive to go for it, I wish you all the luck. But, please take my advice. Please don't get caught in a typical rut. Go beyond. Move forward.
Whatev. I think I may be drunk.
Misses.
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