fulfilling new year’s resolutions step one: writer’s workshops

After the shit storm that was 2011, I am hell-bent on making 2012 a stellar year.

My list of New Year’s resolutions:
-exercising more than once a week
-staying single until May (seems arbitrary, I know)
-finishing at least one of the screenplays I’ve started. 

My first step to achieving this was to sign myself up for several random, FREE writing workshops all over the city. I decided to do this after two different people recommended I try them out in the same week - seemed fortuitous and a good motivator. I’ve got like 3 or 4 to attend and had my first one last night. It was great!

Ela Thier’s Independent Film School was 3 hours long, quirky, entertaining, neurotically Jewish, and very helpful. She got us to talk to strangers about our writing and gave us lots of helpful exercises to aid in free writing and defeating writer’s block. Some of the things she suggested, although mildly eccentric, I think might really help - don’t bother with outlines and write long-hand for the first draft. Her reasoning was that we get too tripped up over thinking about structure and self-editing on a computer because of how pristine it looks; in my case she is TOTALLY RIGHT. I have a genius writer friend who writes long-hand and I always thought he was a tool for doing so, but now I get it.

The most encouraging thing she said was an anecdote she got from a former Olympic-training roommate of hers, and I like this because it applies to TWO of my New Year’s goals. ”The difference between an Olympic athlete and someone who walks 10 minutes every day is very small. The difference between someone who walks 10 minutes every day and someone who does nothing is huge.”

"What can be done? Say who you are, really say it in your life and in your work. Tell someone out there who is lost, someone not yet born, someone who won’t be born for 500 years. Your writing will be a record of your time. It can’t help but be that. But more importantly, if you’re honest about who you are, you’ll help that person be less lonely in their world because that person will recognise him or herself in you and that will give them hope. It’s done so for me and I have to keep rediscovering it. It has profound importance in my life. Give that to the world, rather than selling something to the world. Don’t allow yourself to be tricked into thinking that the way things are is the way the world must work and that in the end selling is what everyone must do. Try not to."

Charlie Kaufman’s BAFTA speech on screenwriting is predictably about itself, and predictably rambly, and predictably brilliant. (via boringoldraphael)

humanwr3ck:

Miranda July just gave my miserable and pathetic day meaning. Tonight will be my first “lonely Friday” (as I call them) in a couple months. Just me, my apartment, and all the shit I’ve been neglecting due to my busy schedule (aka the internet). Miranda July’s advice is so relevant considering that come Dec 1st, I’ll be applying to an artist residency. I need to start writing myself a to do list that has nothing to do with work or running stupid errands, but has more to with… hm, I dunno- life goals? Oh yes, those… forgot about you. Too busy worrying about which tie to wear and I don’t even wear ties.

On another note: fuck the police.

My friend Monica asks the right woman the right question.

(Source: humanwreckk)

something i visualized half-asleep on the subway

It crossed his mind that he had never known love before until their gazes met. He was struck by a new feeling, and in that moment something changed inside him - some insight gained, some blankness filled, some former ideas displaced.

But then, just as suddenly -

To his horror he morphed into a tree. His body contorted to an ugly, twisted form; his arms and legs stretched and tied him to the woods.

She watched on as if she’d seen it all before. Her mouth curled into a sad, resigned smile. “This is going to hurt,” she said, very close to him now. His face and body froze in confusion, or due to the fact that he was now made of a different property, one less pliable.

He could do nothing about it. 

She carved him into a cigar store Indian.

His eye produced a single tear, but it might as well have been sap.

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