So, it's like this with writing. You can't find your way through to a new piece unless you work at it. But you can't make it work until it's ready. Which means that you spend a lot of time wandering around glassy-eyed, stumbling into posts, getting honked at by cars, or unnerving people on the bus who think you're staring at them, while all the time, the editor in your head runs images, snippets of dialogue, soundtracks, in an unending, meaningless collage. And you generally are kind of a dick to be around because you only care about this chaotic state you're in, and you assume everyone else is as crazy as you are.
Then suddenly, usually without warning, you lay your limp, weary pen once more against your rumpled, exhausted notebook, and--BAM!--you're off. And you're like, uh...what the hell is going on? What's going on is you're writing, and suddenly life seems simpler. And more sunny.
Which is to say that I've been living with the pre-writing bends for almost a year on a particular project, and this weekend it jumped up and danced for me and got all weird. And now I'm hanging on and going...wherever we go. Which is a lot better than drifting through life with "No Surprises" playing on an endless, interior loop and generally feeling just a little more miserable than Thom Yorke.
The really perverse part? Every single, goddamn time, you have to get to a point where you forget this is how it works; so that when you actually pass into the writing state, you kick yourself for forgetting, knowing full well that, when it's over, you'll just go and forget again.
Want to be a writer? Nothing says glamour like a 1,000-yard stare.
No surprises. Heh.
People You Should Know . . . Peter Gil-Sheridan - (Photo by Drew Bratton) *Peter Gil-Sheridan’s* work has been developed and/or produced by Soho Rep’s Writer/Director Lab, PlayPenn, InterAct Theatre, The G...
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