I’ve
been working on the same story for nearly a year now. This is exceedingly out of character for
me. I’ve always prided myself on being a
prolific writer, giving my plays and screenplays “two drafts and a polish,” a
tidbit I have been clinging to ever since I read it in Stephen King’s nonfiction
book On Writing. And yet with this story, I have written it in
screenplay form three times, got nearly 80,000 words into the story in novel form,
and then reverted to screenplay form for a fourth “page one” rewrite. And why?
At first glance, the piece seems little more than a genre piece. And it isn’t that I don’t have other ideas
that I’m excited about – quite the contrary, I have several potential projects
that I could be working on. What is it
about this piece that keeps me still working on it?
This
has been a notable year for me, for personal reasons. I turned 40 in October 2013, which is the age
my father Tom was when he died of cancer.
I have flirted with many of the same self-destructive habits that he had
my whole life. I held them as a badge of
honor in my teens and 20s, and in my 30s juggled back and forth between viewing
them either as an inevitability or as a problem to be attended to “tomorrow.” But this year, if for reasons none other than
numerological, I have felt compelled to address them. At the moment, my health is good, as is my
family life, as is my career. I wish to
keep them this way.
There
is nothing in the piece that I am working on that directly mirrors the issues I
deal with in my personal life. “Andy,”
the character I have been writing all year, has little in common
circumstantially with me. So why is it
that I am still so glued to his story? The
glib answer would be: “I guess I’ll have to find out.” But I am not feeling particularly glib. I feel the real answer is that I am finally
capable of giving something else the attention it deserves, not the attention I
am willing to part with. This may be an
easy lesson for some people to learn – maybe they never even had to learn it –
but for me it has taken a while. And I
am grateful for that lesson.
Looked this Tommy. Honesty is always compelling.
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