So, remember how I said in my last post I was going to write a stage musical for ScriptFrenzy? I lied. Not intentionally, mind you. In fact, until about 5:45 a.m. Tuesday, March 31, I had every intention of writing my stage musical. But, as it turns out, whatever force that drives me to write had other plans.
I woke up feeling really distressed about what I was planning to write for Screnzy. It was a fun idea, but I just wasn’t feeling it, you know? I’d been having a mini-existential crisis for a few days, as I do from time to time, so I chalked it up to that. And I felt better. For about 20 minutes. So, on the drive to work, I said to no one in particular, “All right, if you want me to write something else, you’d better give me an idea and quick.”
That morning I spent some time link-jumping, digging through my idea box, and soul-searching. I’d been thinking for a while that I really wanted to write something about women. And I wanted to do a story about women that wasn’t really a story about men (e.g., wedding-themed movies, most romantic comedies, etc.). Not that there’s anything wrong with those sorts of stories. I enjoy them a lot of the time. But I wanted to write a story about women and their relationships with one another.
Whilst searching Billy Mernit’s fabulous blog for inspiration, I stumbled across a post of his about memento mori votives. Memento mori translates roughly to “Remember you will die.” I was checking out the wiki on it, which then led me to some other Latin phrases.
- Et in Arcadia ego :: “Even in Arcadia I exist.” (As spoken by, say, Death personified.)
- Timor mortis conturbat me :: “Fear of death disturbs me.”
And I was intrigued by these phrases. So then I started going through my Idea Box. I’d made a note about an old PostSecret card from someone having an existential crisis and a note about doppelgängers and vardøgrs.
And then I thought, “BAM! Comedy!” What? Isn’t that how your brain works?
So I jotted down notes in between work tasks the rest of the day, and then I wrote up half a beat sheet that night whilst watching American Idol. And the rest is history. I wrote my first 5 pages tonight, and so far, so good. We’ll see how the rest of the month goes, but I’m cautiously optimistic so far, despite the disturbing lack of preparation.