Day Five from surgery, only Day 2 back from the hospital and I’m bored with the diet, my video library, my cat, and my sketchbook. The most interesting thing that happened last night was getting into a very offensive fight on a chat with a bunch of sixteen year olds about a character death on Supernatural.
I need something intellectually stimulating. I’m starting to relate to Sherlock Holmes which, if you have read the books, or seen the BBC television show (excellent) or the movie with Robert Downey Jr. (entertaining) is not a great thing. He was nuts. But I see the similarities sometimes. I need to be interested or obsessed with something.
I'm aware that the constant watching of tv is unhealthy. My mother and I were having a very serious discussion and I caught myself sniping at her for not paying attention to the well written fairy tale drama unfolding before us (Once Upon a Time). When my best friend calls me I immediately turn the subject to our favorite tv duo (Merlin) and what they’ve been doing and what’s great and why the writers are jerking us around.
I tell myself it’s research. It is good inspiration fodder. It’s also a great distraction from working on my own stuff. Maybe I should take a class on writing for TV so I can break into the biz and yell at all my favorite shows for not going the very clear and exciting route they left open.
Of course I don’t work that great in a group either and I’ve surmised that writing for tv is all about being locked in a room with other writers like some deliberating jury and being plied with coffee until the script forms out of their collective consciousness and they are thereby released. Well, yeah I’ve collaborated before and it's very hard to steer yourself away from some crazy jump the shark the route that sounds so great at 3 in the morning. (Angel Season 3) with people before. There needs to be a sane person in the room that can steer the ship away from the weirdness.
I’d love to write for a paranormal or fairytale show. That’s my area. Of course there’s normally only one show like that on the air at a time, but right now is the glory age and they have three or four going simultaneously. Not that I could hope to sit in on the writing of one unless I knew someone who knew someone. I wish I had the time to be an apprentice or an intern (and the family money) but alas I do not.
Hoping this stream of consciousness is enough to jump start the writing bug again for a little while and I can get back to my tangled work of a novel. I need a more inspiring day job. Screaming babies don’t leave much room in your brain for intellectual growth, but I can’t not work either. 2 days into my three weeks of leave and I’m climbing the walls. It’s also December, and although it’s warm for that it’s not great weather for going out and doing things. I’m stuck recovering at my ‘ancestral’ home in Plymouth with no car in the middle of the forest. There’s not much to do other than walk and beg old friends for rides to the movies to see "Breaking Dawn" or "Hugo". Purely for research into book to movie formulas and not because I’m a big girl that wants to see a mystical vampire baby eat its way out of Kristin Stewart’s stomach.
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