I’ve mentioned this in previous blogs, ones I probably deleted, but I like to remind myself.
I’ve always loved watching movies. I got it from my mom, I believe. We always had this massive collection of VHSs growing up and I’d go through and watch them on weekends and during the summers. Now I have a massive collection of Blu Rays.
I had a few favorites that I’d watch over and over. The summer before 9th grade I watched Coyote Ugly every day. Every. Day. I knew, even then, that it would have relevance to my life. And now I’m brand new in the big, bad city (though at the time I probably thought the big, bad city would be NYC, not LA.)
The Devil Wears Prada is another film I feel will have relevance in my life, though I’m not sure how yet. Perhaps I’ll work as an assistant to someone someday (fingers crossed).
But, this morning, I thought about Sister Act II. I think of it often when I find myself not writing. At one point, Sister Mary Clarence tells Rita about this book she read. In the book, a guy is writing to an author about becoming a writer. The writer tells him if he wakes up in the morning and the only think he can think about it writing, he is meant to be a writer. She uses this same thinking to tell Rita if she wakes up and can only think about singing, she is meant to be a singer.
Well, today I woke up and all I could think about was writing. I’ve had many days like this. I actually sat down and jotted down some vital notes that came to me about my story. I’m also realizing I need to get rid of a lot of distractions. When I get home from work, I like to watch mindless YouTube videos and I need to stop that. I need to read more. I also need to focus less on the fact that I’m lonely and more on the fact that I wrote all the time when I was in high school and I was lonelier then. It was my coping mechanism. Perhaps the Universe is trying, by whatever means possible, to get me back into writing consistently again.
After I jotted those notes, which will help me with writing the story (I envisioned a scene which spells out the theme of the script), I immediately began writing this blog.
This feeling I feel now, having a sense of direction in my script, is better than I’ve ever felt going out to bars and whatnot. I just needed a reminder of how good writing feels in comparison to the distractions I attempted to replace it with.
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