Hi! So I'm really excited about this new story because I wrote six pages on it yesterday of actual story and not just brainstorming and talking to myself (you wouldn't believe how much I do that).
I also checked and found out that, of actual story, I have 6,000 words written for it! That translates to roughly 22 pages of writing!
I was really happy when I found out, then all of my creativity suddenly rushed out of my system and I couldn't think of anything more to write. I hate how that happens. I couldn't just sit around and be unproductive though so I headed over to Hobby Lobby and got more supplies to frame up my art stuff with.
I did write about how I have art work going up at Cafe Brazil off of 75 and SMU right? Did I also write that my brother texted me... Yes! Yes, I did. I was told I am probably the next artist going up at JR's, a bar in Uptown, and I freaked out because I didn't have enough artwork. Turns out I do have enough artwork, it's the getting that artwork framed I haven't done and now I'm struggling. I also need to take pictures and post them on my website so people can see them there.
Yesterday I finished framing up a vertical landscape painting, a painting of my friend Jamie, and another one of my friend Darby. I have probably ten more paintings needing frames and such. I need to get that done very, very soon but instead all I want to do is get on my computer and write. Which is productive and something I need to do as well but THIS IS NOT THE TIME!!!!!
My creativity has a way of doing this to me every time. I need to paint, so all can do is write or vice versa. You wouldn't believe the beautiful paintings I did the weeks leading up to a story deadline or the lyrical writing that came out of me when my show was so close I cried myself to sleep because I didn't think I would make the deadline for it.
Some other, light hearted things, I watched Nicholas Nickleby (2002) with my mother last night. She is a big Dickens fan but she had never read Nicholas Nicklby (and neither have I, but I hate really depressing stories so I never was a huge fan of Dickens). We even have a bust of Dickens in the den here at the house (he likes to dress up for holidays like Christmas and Mardi Gras). I got really into the movie though and ended up yelling at the screen a LOT. Especially when Nicholas Nickleby beat people that really deserved it. Also, the end was totally unexpected and I was left a little dumbfounded. It made me want to read the story (but I probably won't because, as horrible as everything was in the movie, I bet it's worse in the book).
I also watched Silver Linings Playbook and I don't know how I felt about it. I got into Nicholas Nickleby a lot more than I got into Silver Linings Playbook and I can see how critics really loved Silver Linings Playbook but I've seen better movies. A movie with the same kind of feel, even dealing with mental illness, crime, and a family falling apart that I thought was much better was Robot and Frank. That shit made me cry. And it didn't puss out in the end and make everything happy. Maybe that's part of the reason I wasn't all that impressed with Silver Linings Playbook, it didn't go very extreme in anything. Like, the main character is bi-polar and has been put in a mental hospital for beating a guy nearly to death but it never felt like there was a huge range of emotion in the movie. It got to a certain level of emotion and plateaued.
While I'm bitching about critics liking movies that aren't as good as ones that they seem to hate, I want to talk about Man of Steel versus The Lone Ranger. Critics loved the Man of Steel and hated The Lone Ranger but I am completely on the other side of the fence. Man of Steel had so many problems (and I'm not saying this as a major Superman fan, which I am. I'm saying this as someone who welcomes GOOD interruptions of an already great story). There so many problems that at the end of the movie I (accidentally) shouted out "What the hell was that?" And then my mom hit me to shut me up because it seemed like the rest of the theater really enjoyed the movie.
When we went to see The Lone Ranger, I was blown away. I was actually blown away a few days after watching it too. I realized that the narrative structure days later and it was like the heavens opened up and God said "Yes, you can do that in a movie." It was like in high school when we read Wuthering Heights and the teacher explained about how the story is told in the book. It is told by a man who is piecing together the story from a bunch of people who just heard about what went down so it's already three times removed from the main characters and you can't know what is real, what people have made up or what actually happened. That's what they did in The Lone Ranger (obviously not with the finesse Emily Bronte did). The Lone Ranger starts in 1930 with this kid who is dressed like The Lone Ranger because he really likes the show that comes on TV when he goes to a fair and ends up talking to an old Indian who tells him the story of the "real Lone Ranger." What every critic seemed to miss is that there is no proof that this old Indian is really Tonto (in fact the kid doubts it OUT LOUD), there is no proof that the story he is telling is true, he gets things out of order and misses things that the kid has to remind him about and he back tracks in the story. If that isn't enough proof that this old Indian is an unreliable narrator then watch the parts about the Lone Ranger. The action is so wild and the situations are so ridiculous that it is obviously a story someone is telling a child. I fully believe that the movie wasn't trying to redo the original Lone Ranger, that's why they had the little kid in the beginning, they were creating a totally new thing that exists beside the original. The Original Lone Ranger exists in the new movie. I don't know how else to say all this. I also wrote it all here because no one in my real life wants to have discussions like this with me.
Okay. I guess this is all I'm going to write right now. I didn't get anything done in my writing but I did find a picture that I'm going to go paint now. Thank you Facebook and thank God I have gorgeous friends.
KB
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