It must be the first Wednesday of the month, because here I am writing with insecurity, from a place of simultaneous doubt and confidence. If you like to write with similar contradictions, and want to come out the other side of the post feeling obscurely reassured by complete strangers on the internet, this is definitely the group for you. Come join!
Speaking of complete strangers floating gently around the interwebs doing kind deeds, this month our IWSG co-hosts are Kim Elliott, Melissa Maygrove, Chemist Ken (you’ve got this marketing thing, Ken!), Lee Lowery, and Nancy Gideon!
We’re channeling the spirit of Dickens this month. Although he has thus far completely ignored all of my sacrifices in his honor and refuses to grant me the gift of loquacity and run on sentences. Rude, sir. Anyway, the ungrateful spirit inspired our question for May 4th: It’s the best of times; it’s the worst of times. What are your writer highs (the good times)? And what are your writer lows (the crappy times)?
But before anything else, MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU. Bow before the queenliness which is our Space Mom, Carrie Fisher, delivering a zinger.
Okay. Now we can get down to the posting.
Because it is the Fourth, I’m having a full-day Star Wars marathon—except for Episode III, that one can go fall in a tentacled desert butthole with teeth and never emerge—the weather is pretty decent, and I’ve gotten some sunshine recently, I will focus on the best of times for this post.
Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of worst of times all around. The age of foolishness, the epoch of incredulity, the season of darkness, as Dickens put it. One of the ways I’ve found to deal with them, inspired by Jenny Lawson, is to be spitefully, defiantly happy. Spit in the face of your demons, laugh, and walk away while giving them a brisk middle finger. They’d do the same to you in a heartbeat, so why not? It’s no substitute for things we might need like therapy, medication, fresh air, and good food . . . but damn does it help. Pick and choose things to take up your brainspace, and make it not the bad things.
In celebration of the best of things, here are a few of the highs of being a writer:
- I get to make up whatever I want, and it’s canon. Because I said so, that’s why. **THE POWER OF CREATION, IT FILLS MY VEINS**
- It’s not a problem or an addiction, because I’m a writer. It’s my collection of books needed for research purposes
- My imagination works faster and better than . . . literally anything else on or inside my body ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
- I have many obscure, amusing, or outdated words and random useless facts stored in my brain banks, which comes in handy for annoying family, friends, and complete strangers who didn’t ask
- I can pull out a book anytime, anywhere, to get out of unwanted social interactions. And if they persist, I get to go, ‘hushhh. SHHHH. I’M WORKING’
- I get to nitpick movie adaptations as if I’m actually some sort of erudite movie critic with an informed opinion on story structure and foreshadowing. But that plot was terribly constructed. I’m just saying.
- I haz friends. Digital friends, who are fellow book lovers from all over the world. I can nerd out with them about suuuuper niche plot tropes and they will geek out happily with me. And then probably recommend a trope list or two. IT IS THE BEST
Love all of these! Anything with a Princess Bride reference has my heart. And yes, I need these books for research. My husband and I both nitpicked movies made from books. Tom Cruise as Jack Reacher? Seriously? Did they even read the back blurb?
They NEVER read the book before they butcher the screenplay, I swear.
Ooh, a Star Wars marathon… I should’ve done that. I enjoy episode three, but I can see why some people dislike it. My problem with watching Phantom Menace is that I HAVE to eat Taco Bell while I watch. (There’s only one Taco Bell nearby, and it’s dirty.) That was the official eatery of the movie when I was young, and I collected all the toys from the kiddie meals, haha.
That’s a sneaky marketing trick, LOL. They chose well with that one. Mmmm, Taco Bell. Now I’m craving some, too.
I also do the nitpicking movie plot-thing alot. My wife (and now kids) hate it. I call it research.
Also, you can skip all of the prequels, really. Episodes I and II are bad movies; Episode III just makes me irrationally angry (see also Episode IX).
It’s not irrational at all. There are perfectly rational and logical reasons to dislike the prequels…starting with the fact that they’re just bad movies! LOL
Having an almost childlike optimism is what keeps me going, even when the dark times hit. I think it’s my superpower!
BTW, I can’t believe how young Harrison Ford looked back then.
Everyone should have a superpower. And that one sounds like one of the best ones! And yes. Unironically and truthfully, Harrison Ford was a total babe. He’s still a total babe now, just with gray hair.
It’s good to try to stay positive. Enjoy your Star Wars marathon.
I will, indeed. Happy IWSG day!
I’m with you all the way. Great post!
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See? Internet friends. They’re the best. Happy IWSG day!
A book in the face has to hurt!
Positively never want to see episode three ever again. Two is almost as band.
Ever. Again. If we all pretend hard enough that it didn’t happen, maybe they’ll make it again. But better.
YES! To all of these reasons! I ascribe to them all. Writers are a unique breed who don’t need reality to be content. Life is better in books.
Who needs reality? It’s very mean. I much prefer books.