Writing has always been an important part of my life. I’ve always loved books, video games, and movies. They have been a way for me to escape reality. Writing has allowed me to escape to worlds of my own creation.
I’ve never been very good at expressing my feelings. Writing is my way of doing that. Sometimes it even happens subconsciously.
For the last few months I’ve been thinking about how to revamp a story concept I’ve been working on since I was 14. The more I worked on it, the more I realized how similar I am to the main character. I mean, there will always be a part of the writer in each character, naturally, but it wasn’t until the other night that I realized I’ve been subconsciously using this character and her story to work my way through my own situation.
I’ve been having a lot of doubts lately. My dreams and aspirations can easily be described as pipe dreams. I want to do what few succeed at doing. Many go out to LA and don’t make it. That scares me. I don’t want to fail. But then I think back to when I moved out here. I spent my 18th birthday on a bus from Augusta, Georgia to Phoenix, Arizona. I think I had about $100 (thankfully my housing was covered by tuition) in my pocket. My mother and father were so scared for me, but I wasn’t. I knew everything would work out and there was nothing anyone could tell me to change my mind. And I was right. I came here and I built a life for myself.
When the fears and doubts start to creep up, I try to remind myself of my move to Arizona. I was fearless when I should have been scared. I’m scared now, but I know it is something I have to do. I’m not sure exactly where this adventure will take me, but I have to do it. I’m also realizing that it might be awhile before I get to exactly where I want to be and I am learning that is ok too.
I used to have this dream a lot as a kid. In this dream, I see the intro to this film and I see “written by Lytrell Moffett” as the credits roll. For most of my life, I always assumed that meant I would write a book and have it turned into a movie… But maybe it just meant screenwriting was what I was meant to do and it just took me some time to figure it out?
Well, I suppose time will tell. I’ve got a year and a half of school left. It gives me time to work on scripts and try to make connections before I venture out. More importantly, I get lots more time to plan my attack.
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