So, Out of Africa was on TV. I saw this once many moons ago
and I thought it was the most boring movie. Anyway, today, I was trying to put
this thing together – slot A into F – "why F for god sake? Where did B go?" Twirl
C around E, put the space expanders on R – “R? Frigging R? Where is R on this pigeon
English diagram?” Toggle D into E and drink 2 glasses of wine and swear a lot …and
it was about then I decided to turn the TV on and work on the piece of mechanical
shite with something in the background to take my mind of slotting, space
expanders and where R was lurking. I turned on the TV and there is Meryl Steep
and Robert Redford falling in love in Africa.
I stared at the screen for a while and thought "huh, romance" and then turned
it off. I’m really over romance at the moment. I think it's called "romantically drain syndrome" or maybe I made that up - but it fits the feeling. I think that, along with other
stuff, has got me stopped dead with 4 half written stories. The characters are
good – I like them. The plots are good – I’m pleased with them but then I stop
when it comes to the romance. I’ve written all around it, sideways, upside down
and then nothing. Dead stop. The characters in all 4 stories are fidgeting and staring
at each other waiting for me to continue. I think they’re going to be stuck for
a little bit longer. Unlike Meryl and Robert, romance is off the agenda. Oh, and
the piece of mechanic shite with the poxy hidden R? It’s on the floor in pieces.
One day it and romance will get their collective acts together.
Sunday, 3 November 2013
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2 comments:
I like it, not the fact that you are stuck but the way you describe the sentiment; unrequited ambition thwarted due to a lack of romantic inspiration. You need some LURVE!
Yeah...I'm with you there...
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