Holy shit. "Sometimes life sticks to the floor so bad, you know, a mop ... a mop: it's not good enough. You gotta get down there like with a toothbrush and you gotta really scrub. You gotta get it off!" - UHF
So I just finished cutting a video for this counseling center in Beverly Hills - one of those non-profit organizations that thrives on the excess wealth of local philanthropists. And one of the lead donors to the Counseling Center is a real estate agent, who, when he was 15, experienced the suicide of his mother. In his words:
"My mother killed herself in the family sedan. And she SHIT all over. And I HAD TO CLEAN UP THE SHIT. Because there was no one else around to do it."
Imagine how that must feel. No. Seriously. Imagine. How. That. Must. Feel.
You want to be a writer don't you?
I ask myself that question a lot. And I don't have an answer off the top of my head. Because in my head, I don't want to be a writer. In my head, it fucking hurts way too much to be a writer. I don't want to sit. And think. All day. It gives me headaches.
BUT. In my heart, I know the answer to the question is 'yes, I want to write.' Because I want to FEEL things that real writers feel. The joy, the fear, the sorrow, the anger. Oh the anger!!!
Here's the problem:
BLOCKAGE. Not in my mind. But in my BODY. There's this lack of feeling there. Like I'm missing out on something. All work. No play ...
The shitty conundrum: you move to Hollywood to write a few screenplays. Unfortunately, that's a skill that takes time and discipline to perfect. Meanwhile, Hollywood living is some $pendy shit. Especially if you want to live where it doesn't suck.
Another thing about Hollywood: it's just a little bit cold. I'm not talking weather of course but the people: they're icy sometimes. Not so much that they're mean, it's just emotional vacancy - sort of a survival tactic in Southern California - a safe way to deal with the racial tension (yes, it's very real out here), the class separation, the homeless, the filth, the fury. I don't condemn people for being emotionless. Shit, I championed that attitude for years .... and I'm just now beginning to pull out of it.
Once in a while I read about Hollywood back in the roaring 20's. Back when the scene was really Fresh. When cars were new and flappers were the coolest thing to hit America since the bees knees. Hollywood seemed one giant artist community (kinda like Austin, Texas but with a lotta money). Actually, Hollywood still is somewhat of an artist community. At least, if you can get past all the fucking advertisements.
Sometimes I think Actors have the right idea - just grab a slice of fame, party like it's 1999 and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Oh wait, that's a different industry altogether.
One thing that actors have in abundance that SO MANY writers seem to lack (and I took plenty enough writing courses in college to catch this first hand) is PASSION.
Makes sense. Many writers are stuck in their heads; Like, they don't know what to think about what they're feeling. In other words:
they think too much.
WE CAN'T THINK OURSELVES into feeling. At least, that's what I'm feeling as approach some free time this month & a screenplay that's been brewing in me for two years now.
We can't think ourselves into feeling. But we can feel our way into thought: when there's no blockage. When we're open to everything. If it means pain. Sorrow. Anger. Whatever. It's all good. It's all LIFE.
This is not to undermine scientific techniques practiced by many a successful writer. It's the combination of scientific theory with creativity that creates some of the best shit ever (and I'm not just talking movies).
But from someone who has met a lot of "writers" in his life, I have to be very harsh on the whole bunch us. Myself included. We're often far in our heads, too busy thinking - contemplating meaning and rationality, when really ...
We should make more feelings.

