Varian P
writing again
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I've been writing for a long while now.
I wrote silly runaway adventure stories when I was six or seven, and started writing "poetry" around that age, too, and kept it up all through school, and on until I was in my early twenties.
Four years ago I started my first novel, and now three have been published.
But recently, I began writing screenplays, and I've just produced a short thriller based on one of them.
And as I sit at my computer, endeavoring to edit the thing, I'm still in shock--the same shock I experienced at the auditions, the rehearsals, during shooting, and the first time I looked at the footage.
It's the shock of seeing characters do the things, hearing them say the things I wrote. Experiencing my words brought to life by actual people.
I've always had a visceral response to my own writing, from fear-induced heart palpitations to being driven to the edge by the need provoked by the lustier passages of my stories, but those reactions pale by comparison to my cringing, flinching response to what I'm looking at on my screen. And the film is TAME compared to my novels.
So, I'm curious, have any of you found yourself startled, shocked by your own creation?
I wrote silly runaway adventure stories when I was six or seven, and started writing "poetry" around that age, too, and kept it up all through school, and on until I was in my early twenties.
Four years ago I started my first novel, and now three have been published.
But recently, I began writing screenplays, and I've just produced a short thriller based on one of them.
And as I sit at my computer, endeavoring to edit the thing, I'm still in shock--the same shock I experienced at the auditions, the rehearsals, during shooting, and the first time I looked at the footage.
It's the shock of seeing characters do the things, hearing them say the things I wrote. Experiencing my words brought to life by actual people.
I've always had a visceral response to my own writing, from fear-induced heart palpitations to being driven to the edge by the need provoked by the lustier passages of my stories, but those reactions pale by comparison to my cringing, flinching response to what I'm looking at on my screen. And the film is TAME compared to my novels.
So, I'm curious, have any of you found yourself startled, shocked by your own creation?
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