It's scary how much time writing takes up, especially a story. I only wrote about 3000 words but it took me an entire day to make sure those 3000 words weren't crap. I wasn't even going for good, just not crap.
It didn't amount to anything in the end. Starting from the bottom is terrible. The days just seem to slip when I'm crafting these narratives. With my trip still fresh in my mind, I'm trying to capture that atmosphere--the heat, the lights, and the people.
I haven't been at the bottom looking up for a long time. It's good every once in a while to climb down and see the struggle for myself. Nobody cares. Nobody notices. And you try everything to grab their attention but it doesn't work unless your core concept holds natural appeal. There are ideas that immediately grab attention because of its dramatic simplicity. I've never been a simple guy. Don't get me wrong, I like all my things to be simple, but when it comes to my creations, they're anything but.
I don't like to declare my intentions upfront. I've always got an ulterior motive behind everything. I like to peel back the layers of my plot slowly and steadily. Nothing is ever as it first appears. That's always been my strength. I just like to surprise people.
I was feeling down because of the non-reaction to my story, so I sent a distress signal throughout Tumblr for a suggestion on a good drama. I got one reply, and it's something called It's Okay, That's Love. I watched two episodes and its formulaic to a fault, but with psychiatric twist that reminds me of my friend's occupation and, of course, Hannibal. It's actually been a very fruitful endeavor because ideas for my own story keep stacking up. I find inspiration anywhere so the content doesn't matter so much as the thoughts they evoke. When you're spectating, the mind can wander into some pretty far out places. I also can't help but notice the parallels to Love Sick. Basically, everybody's screwed up one way or another.
Maybe I'll watch the rest of it later.
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