Thursday, September 20, 2012

WORDS





"I never opened myself this way, life is ours we live it our way. All these words I don't just say. And nothing else matters." - Metalllica

Life happens. Things get in the way and you get sidetracked, overwhelmed even. That's where I have been for the past few weeks.

My father died. Something like that can sidetrack you permanently if you let it.

I can tell you I've felt better. It certainly cracked my momentum. My writing has suffered. I haven't been able to think let alone put pen to paper. It has taken me three weeks to even write this blog.

Then I saw a movie. A movie about a writer, a movie about words.

Bradley Cooper, one of the finest actors of this generation and one of my all time favorites, stars as a struggling writer who happens upon an old manuscript that he winds up publishing under his name even though the story isn't his.

The movie is riveting to say the least. But what really got to my core was the overall theme. At one point Cooper barks at Zoe Saldana who plays his love interest that he "doesn't know how his life wound up this way." he goes on to say that he isn't who he thought he was and he's afraid he will never become that person.
Damn, don't we all feel like that sometimes? No ones life is perfectly rosy, I don't care who you are. Even the biggest A-list celebrity must look in the mirror from time to time and wonder "what the hell?" (that's why so many of them are on drugs I imagine.)

But the most poignant line in the film, the one that has been gnawing at my brain ever since I saw The Words, was when the old man who initially penned the lost manuscript (played beautifully by Jeremy Irons) explains why he never wrote anything else. He tells Cooper's character that he "was afraid of going that deep again."


It struck me...hard! That's what has been lacking. That's why the passion has seemed to fizzle. That's why I haven't put pen to paper in months for a new novel. I'm afraid of going that deep again.

I've been through the ringer in my short 34 years. To be honest there's alot of things I'd rather forget about. In writing, as in acting, you tap into your emotions to deliver the scene. Going that deep I wonder if I may not be able to come back.

But I'm willing to make that attempt. I'm willing to draw from my gut and see what it produces.

"That which doesn't kill me only leaves me stronger."

I hope you who are reading this will stay with me and see what is produced from this awakening.

Also, if you haven't done so yet...go see The Words! It's brilliant :)


2 comments:

  1. Hi Cynthia,

    I just befriended you on GRs. That's where I found you. When I was on your page, I read the start of your blog and it touched me. I've walked down this road and it is very difficult. The death of my father has never really left me. I still miss him. I was my Daddy's little girl.

    Then you go on to talk about reaching deep with your writing. I too battle with that. I'm working on a story now that is pushing harder and harder and it is agony to put the words down. I want my stories to be the best I can write and I have grown but that growing has been shear agony.

    Thanks so much for posting.

    Tight hugs.

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    1. Thanks for the comment Judith. Alot of people don't realize what writing is all about. They think its a simple process that you can whip off in about ten minutes...that just isn't so and I believe only writers who are passionate about their craft know what it means to go deep inside themselves to produce their magic.
      Good luck with your work. And make sure you enjoy the ride!

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