Resist

I've had a few opportunities in my life to Go Somewhere With My Writing. Nothing Cinderellish, nothing huge but avenues that, were I to pursue down them with serious dedication, might've yielded some recognition, if not fame. Recently, someone offered to give me some advice and assistance should I choose to try it again, and I found myself extremely grateful, but balking hardcore. I always balk hardcore.

The more I experience of that particular end zone, and the more stories I hear, the less I want it. I do not belong there. I'm not saying I'm above it; actually, I'm very aware how inferior I am to that kind of social/career circle. I don't like the people; I don't like the atmosphere. I don't understand it. I was miserable sitting in uncomfortable VIP white couches on the rooftop of the Amway Center drinking awful Stella Artois delivered to me gratis by a bimbo in spandex, surrounded by 60-something men with ponytails and their golden-prune wives as they sent up greetings to Chucks-wearing hipster filmmakers with fake exuberance. I was miserable in that stupid saccharine writer's group hosted by Connie May Fowler where everyone was jerking each other off and waiting to talk rather than listening.

I'm not comparing my writing to Ray, but I feel like he was the same way as far as social preferences or whatnot. He didn't even have a driver's license. I can't imagine he enjoyed the nonsense. Maybe he did. But, either way, he was so involved with cinema and literature and was happy. How did he do it? How do I do it?

I want dear friends to come over and to read me their stories and read mine for pleasure, not so we can write back-cover quotes for one another. I want to make movies and have the same kind of feeling on the first morning of principal photography that I felt when I woke up at Gogas' to shoot 'The Boys'. I want peace in my life, and humility, and magic. I don't want to be famous because people will admire or love me. I want to be famous because that's all the more people I can invite to see and meet and experience all the things I create that make me happy and get me excited.

I'm not unique in this. I see movies and read things all the time created by people who are just so excited and honest about what they're doing. Watching Duncan Jones bouncing all around at BAFTA or BIFA, can't remember which, just through-the-roof with excitement and joy - I loved seeing that. I loved seeing a filmmaker who was just hyper about people seeing his movie. It made me feel better about being a total goober about my own creative efforts. That's where I wanna be. That's my ultimate goal. I would gladly trade every chance at walking a red carpet or wearing a Bob Mackie gown or being on Oprah just to never have to schmooze or network or spend an evening in a club with The Beautiful People, and still make movies. I'd trade every chance for book-signings and a Barnes & Noble display of my books for never having a splash page of some other author's obviously fluffed up tit-for-tat review of something I wrote.

And there's another constant problem: I don't want to submit something that's less than my best, but my best gouges out so much of me and it's so much who I am that part of me is very afraid to let anyone other than people I actually know read it. My book of sonnets is there on Blurb, but I know damn well no-one other than family or friends will buy it. I have recurring nightmares where I'm sitting in this green room for either a talk show or a weird PBS roundtable or Inside the Actors Studio or something - some occasion where I'll be asked about my writing in front of an audience or a broadcase - and I flip out. I'll dream I crawl under a table, or start lying about why I can't leave the green room, or I'll lucidly have a hurricane hit and take out the power or something. It's this awful paradox where I want people to read or watch what I create, but I don't want to discuss it, or there's certain aspects I wouldn't be able to discuss.

We're going to do commentary for 'The Boys'. I'm excited for it, but I know there will be things I won't talk about - motivations for writing each of the characters, what I went through while writing the script, etc. Because it'll come out so stupidly pretentious, blathering on about a short film no one's even seen and maybe six people care about. I dunno. I think I'm just not cut out for being a legitimate writer. I wouldn't care, except that I'd like to earn my living with it and make enough so Kyle and I could make decent films.