Wow. This is a moving video. I’m really grateful that, even though I was never the most popular kid in school, I never had to spend every day in this kind of environment. My particular school wasn’t nearly so mean spirited, or maybe I was just normal enough or just thick-skinned enough that no one thought I was worth teasing. But I know so many people who went through this sort of thing. While I was watching this video, I kept thinking how brave it was for the filmmaker and poet to make this. This kind of raw sincerity makes you extremely vulnerable, which is doubly impressive considering how deep the wound obviously is already. It’s inspiring that someone would take a risk like that in order to perfectly express what millions have felt.
I’m spending the weekend in LA, visiting Teresa. Yesterday, we walked all over Hollywood, hiked in Runyon Canyon and went to Griffith Observatory. We also spent a large amount of time discussing a writing project we are going to work on together — a sample TV pilot for our portfolios. I love being a little sunburned in February!
This weekend, I came up with an interesting solution to an old problem and I’m having a good time implementing it. I have to send in a 10,000 word excerpt from my novel-in-progress, Obscenity, to apply for a fellowship, and I don’t know what 10,000 words to choose. So what I’ve decided to do is stitch together some of the best parts (of what I have written so far) breaking it into short, choppy chapters that jump around in time and changes narrators frequently, stitched together by fragments of exposition from what used to be the prologue.
I’m calling it my “Quick Cut” for the novel’s prologue and first three chapters — normally about sixty pages, cut down to thirty — but it’s turning out better than just a clever way to excerpt. I really like the new way the story is organized and I’m considering applying this experiment to the entire novel once I’m a little further along. When I described it to my roomie, she said it sounded like The Blind Assassin, which has been on my reading list since I went to a Margaret Atwood reading in the fall, so I started it last night.
It is really nice to feel this inspired to write. Because of a crazy time at work, I wasn’t able to get much done in the fall. My New Year’s Resolution has been to write a little bit each day and I have mainly kept to it, but I have been wondering when this constant movement forward might translate into some actual momentum. Fingers crossed, yesterday may have been the start of something!