Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Mood: nervous energy
Music: Back in Black by AC/DC

It occurs to me as I read my gf's favorite book that I've wanted to write some science fiction of my own. After all didn't I inspire my senior year of h.s. English teacher to want to be my agent when I became a writer? Wasn't that part of the point of starting this blog: to spin ideas, rough drafts, fantastic ideas into something I could use as the basis for a genuine story. My trouble comes in finding something that strikes me as being truly original. I doubt myself in my ability to create something truly new and groundbreaking that people would actually stand up and take notice. I mean Dan Brown beat me to the punch w/ the Da Vinci Code. Isn't that what I would have done had I written Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade? I keep telling myself that I'm gonna write a King Arthur epic poem, but all the research I want to do to make it the most loyal to both history and the fantastic is a lifelong project. I want to write the ultimate werewolf story, but that never seems to happen. It's easier to come up w/ premises than the actual story sometimes. Transformers from the beginning: nevermind, the comics are doing it now. An original Star Wars story for a television series? Cartoon Network got the shorts. The D&D movie premise? Well, I could flesh that out, but what are the chances someone from the movie production would actually see it? There's got to be something out there. It's just a matter of finding it, and putting it down. It will come. If you dream it...