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All men seek happiness. This is without exception. Whatever different means they employ, they all tend to this end. The cause of some going to war, and of others avoiding it, is the same desire in both, attended with different views. The will never takes the least step but to this object. This is the motive of every action of every man, even those who hang themselves.
Blaise Pascal (via wheresmythief)
Around Iceland in 10 days
Bad Writing Advice
Sometimes, writing advice that works for some (or a lot) of people might be bad for you.
I can remember once that a writer whose advice I’ve followed in the past (because she truly is excellent) said something along the lines of, “only write one story at a time.”
Well, I took it and got so bored with one story that it literally took me seven years to write and it still isn’t done.
For me, that advice was toxic.
Before that, I would crank out five fanfics at a time.
The lesson: writing advice is helpful, but take everything with a grain of salt. What works for others might not work for you.
I've been meaning to say something like this for a while, with far less eloquence. Reading about writing isn't writing. It doesn't matter how much great advice I read; ultimately, the writing has to come from me, warts and all. Don’t let the want to write or the plan to write or even the ADMIRATION of writing replace writing itself.
on the very off chance you haven’t heard it.
i miss rooftopping in the fog.
Sympathy
The voice of the phone. Sterile and unaged, neutered to a frank monotone. “The city was bombed with rockets.” Am I to nod or shake my head? Do I acknowledge that this is a world in which such things happen or refuse the facts and pretend that this unsmiling man - this eloquent man forced to speak in castrated phrases - has made a mistake? Could the words be wrong, somehow? Do I sensationalize for others and bring myself to the center as if my experience in hearing such a thing is somehow more shocking than the experience itself?
This is the way we respond to horrible things, we say, “that’s horrible, I’m sorry.” We pat on the back so we can feel something similar on our own. We offer a tear or two if we’re truly motivated, farmed tears from farmed sadness. I back up to the names of weekdays. “Sunday, Monday, Tuesday.” Today is Tuesday, not Wednesday as he tells me. My phone is wrong. My thinking is wrong, and I am naive not to have aged another day. I grow uncertain of what the world means.
I wonder. Most people have so few experiences worth sharing, they scrape the gutters for sympathy. They want shock in response to not finding their brand of cereal and horror at the haircut gone wrong. Movies about people gunned down, girls raped, cities obliterated - all pale at the travesty of being late for a job interview. Such an odd amalgam, what we’ve made of amazement. I can relate to you if you relate to me. I know the tragedy of a delayed lunch hour, but not that of a bombed hometown, so I treat the latter with uncertain sympathy - the patronizing nod to the girl who thinks five-hour shifts are worth complaining about.
I wonder - how do refugees compare their experiences? Do they argue over whose is more tragic? Do they count the buildings demolished, the homes spared, the families’ lives retained? Is it a matter of who saw the most bodies or who fled the furthest?
We’re all human. These things aren’t irrelevant. But when does tragedy become to heavy for sympathy? Is fellow experience enough by itself? When will I be able to box my frustrations until I find something worthy to complain about, if there is such a thing?
I wonder.
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GLADES - Drive
A thought... The worst villain is the hero you aren't rooting for. True?
I believe we have an obligation to read for pleasure, in private and in public places. If we read for pleasure, if others see us reading, then we learn, we exercise our imaginations. We show others that reading is a good thing.
Neil Gaiman (via poetsandwriters)
Preparing for a TV Pilot
For a few of my MFA in Screenwriting applications, I needed to come up with an original TV pilot script. Although I can’t tell you how to come up with your brilliant show idea or where to find your next inspiration, here are a few helpful hints on preparing to write.
Your first idea will not be your best. No matter what I am writing, I try to come up with at least 15-20 different ideas. The one I am most inspired by is usually within the last quarter.
TV writing is about a premise. It is about a world and its characters. Unlike a movie that has a clear problem that should be resolved, your show needs to be able to work for 3, 7, or 15 years.
Do your research. Read a book or two on writing for television. I particularly enjoyed Writing the TV Drama Series and Writing the Pilot (both were required for my screenwriting classes).
Read other pilots! There are lists online of the best/most captivating pilots. Read a bunch of them and figure out what makes them so great. Apply to your own writing.
This is probably the bare minimum. If you are pitching your script, then you want to have a lot more work done (such as a Writer’s Bible, midseason episode, etc.). However, all I need at the moment is a pilot script and this is the knowledge I’ve gained so far. Hope it is of some use :)
