Last night I went to see Catching Fire. As I sat there and watched the characters I read about come to life on the big screen, I thought about the characters I’ve created.
This post isn’t about the movie, even though I will say I enjoyed it. It’s about what happens to a writer when they sit down in a movie theatre. Yes, they are excited just like everyone else to see their favorite books become movies or the previews they watched for months finally become the movie. But, there is something else going on in their minds. They are imagining their creations being brought to life, they are envisioning their names across the screen, they are fantasizing about the emotions that will fill their bodies and surround their soul.
I watched the previews, I laughed at a few, but within seconds I felt my mind drift. I was outside the theatre watching droves of people sprint up the steps, scurry into the lobby and wait in a line that extends to the snack bar for the movie that’s based on the book I wrote.
I watched their reactions to try and get a sense of what they were thinking. I stared silently at them during the sad and funny parts to see if they responded the way I hoped.
I waited for the credits to roll and the lights to come on, and then I eavesdropped on their conversations. I imagined their words to be positive. I cringed when I thought I heard someone say it sucked.
The daydream I had, covered all scenarios but only took up a few seconds of my time. Before I knew it I was once again focused on the screen in the theatre. I was anticipating the battle Katniss was about to face and I was hoping that at the end I would be satisfied.
Our creations may never hit the movie theatres but our dreams of our stories becoming recognized must never dimmer. We are the characters in our own life, so why not imagine great things happening.
My mind is filled with static
No words will come
No thoughts will surface
All I hear is a hum, hum, hum
Inspiration is far away
I beg, I plead, I pray, pray, pray
I’ve got worlds to write,
Characters to create
This empty mind is robbing me
I sit here and wait, wait, wait
For the tumbleweeds to pass
For the fog to lift
For imagination to return
My thoughts continue to drift, drift, drift
I’ve got places to go, if only in my mind
I’ve got scenes to landscape
I’ve got secrets to find, find, find
Some say writers block does not exist
I say, it does
It kidnaps thoughts. It steals ideas. It erases plans
But, I’m a fighter, a believer, a slayer of beasts
My words will resurface, my stories will be told
I will rescue my thoughts, I will continue to write
Until I’m old, old, old
Thank you to everyone who came by and offered their congratulations and left a comment on my blog. Today is the official release day of Chicken Soup for The Soul Miraculous Messages from Heaven.
It coincides perfectly with my announcement of the winner of the book.
Congratulations Lesley, you have won a copy of the book.
I hope you enjoy my story King Kong along with the other one hundred inspirational stories.
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Lately, I’ve been in a funk. I’ve been wondering about my writing career, asking myself if I really think all the dreams I have had for the last decade or so will ever really come true. Most days I’m an optimist, but there are those few days that I sit questioning everything and anything.
I got to thinking, What if someone who sees the future told you they can tell you with absolute certainty if you will ever break through? Would you want to know? Would it make a difference?
What if the answer was no, would you keep writing?
Let’s face it, writers are filled with dreams of the future. The possibilities of what can be are great motivators. Sure, we all write because it’s our passion, our love, our sanity, but a great amount of us write hoping that someday our words will be read by thousands maybe even millions of people.
It would be nice to know for sure if that moment we are waiting for will eventually come. However, I’m not sure I’d want to know for sure.
I write because my soul feels complete when I am putting the pen to the paper. I’m hopeful that my perseverance will pay off. If someone told me my dreams will never come true it would crush me. On the reverse, if they said I will one day be a best-selling author, I might write more furiously so I can get to that point quicker, but still it wouldn’t be the same.
As much as I hate not knowing what will become of me and my words, it’s the not knowing that pushes me forward, keeps me going, and drives me to produce more.
So, if someone with a crystal ball said, “I can tell you if you will find success.” It’s a possibility that I’d say, “Okay, tell me.” but then I might find myself regretting finding out.
How about you? Would you want to know?