Each week what the post would be about grew and mutated.
At first it was about frustrations regarding COVID19.
Then it was about the George Floyd and the BLM movement.
And then I added on about what happened at Lafayette Square and the complete disregard a President of United States had for not only the constitution but the fundamental ideals of the nation he was leading.
I hesitated on posting anything because I didn’t want to ride the coattails of politics and critically important social outrage if I felt like I had nothing really worthy to say.
But I also didn’t want to have said nothing about it all while having lived through these events.
I was mostly afraid that this post would end up becoming just a vomit of thoughts and outrage.
Then I saw that shirt.
What’s wrong with vomit of thoughts and outrage, really?
This one is more for me than for anyone who might end up reading this.
This is America.
This is America.
This is America.
At least, this is what America is right now.
It’s not what it was before. Not that it was necessarily better before.
It’s not what it may be in the future. Not that it’ll necessarily be better in the future.
What is America?
For me it was country I had no choice coming to. I came here because my family did.
I grew up in not the most ideal conditions.
I faced discrimination and bullying for my race, not being enough like my race, my assumed sexuality, my religion, and because I was generally different than others growing up.
I was bullied by Blacks, Latinos, and Asians and found help during the worst times my family faced from White people.
I was bullied by White people and found help during the worst times my family faced from Blacks, Latinos, and Asians.
I experienced first hand the corruption of the rich, the law enforcement, and the criminals who manipulated the law for their own advantage using those corruption as an excuse.
The country taught me what personal liberties mean and what it means to be equal.
It’s where I learned to fear the police and how much money can change the definition of what life means from person to person.
It’s the place I proudly call my home.
What is America?
It’s a country where everyone outside of it seems to think they’re experts of it even though there’s no other country like it.
It’s a country full of people who believe they’re the greatest in the world without never having stepped a foot into a different country.
It’s a country inescapable from diversity but full of people that’ll judge someone by their colors, uniforms, and professions.
It’s a country that’ll make most other countries seem far behind with their social issues.
It’s a country that’s unafraid to be critical of itself but blissfully unaware at times the wrongs it’s doing to other nations.
It’s a country where I can find a mosque, a Mormon church, and McDonalds all within 1 minute driving distance from one another.
And it’s a country that celebrates individual freedoms to a point where individuals will fight for their freedoms even if it means stomping over their fellow Americans.
This is my country. The country that made me who I am.
What is America?
It’s that Coke commercial. The one where a bunch of people gathered to represent diversity, sang kumbaya, and told the world they wanted to sell them a bottle of Coca-Cola. But despite that, the heartfelt message, the sincerity of it, is real.
America is a construct of convenience, of profit, of fidelity, and most importantly, of humanity.
It’s a paradoxical experiment but an experiment of hope. For something we couldn’t find elsewhere on this blue planet.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”
Cynics would say it was written to be self-evident because there simply wasn’t verifiable proof to justify their claims. It was a world of monarchy and slavery. How could it be self-evident when the world and its history blatantly demonstrated otherwise?
Optimists would say it is self-evident because the Founding Fathers believed in a world beyond the scope of reality. That there are certain truths, regardless to whether we’ve lived up to them yet or not, always remain true.
I’ve made my choice which I’d rather be a long time ago. What kind of American I wanted to be. What kind of America I wanted. You do you.
Happy fuckin’ 4th, America and my fellow Americans.
When I like a film, I find it difficult to say much with these posts.
I just want to say: “Go watch it. Have a good time.”
I like this film.
But this film is a bit different than the usual.
And it’s not just because it’s a Star Wars film.
And it’s also not because it’s the long-awaited conclusion to the new Star Wars trilogy after a controversial second film (The LastJedi) that left many wondering if there could be a decent ending at all to the new saga.
But if you’re a fan of Star Wars, I’ll cut to the chase and highly recommend you to go watch the film to have a fun time.
There. That’s the score I would give… if you’re a Star Wars fan (yes, that’s indeed a foreshadowing) for just a fun time.
Just make it through the first 20 minutes or so. As I’ll discuss a bit later, the first act of the film is a mess and absolutely boggles one’s mind how it made past the editing and the test audience. Perhaps it’s due to the unexpected passing of Carrie Fisher but it unfortunately still doesn’t change the fact that the first act of the film is chaos.
And if you’re not the biggest fan of Star Wars? You’re probably safe waiting to see the film whenever it’s convenient for you.
This film may be difficult to really appreciate or sit through at times for even the casual fans of Star Wars.
Something about the film will feel off. As a Star Wars film and as a film in general.
Most of the payoffs of watching this film feels like they were intended for the more fervent fans of the franchise and felt like many elements of it were concocted purposefully for those avid fans who were really upset with how the new trilogy developed.
But those fan services made me feel… dirty and cheap. Like I just ate a bag of chips from the gas station as my dinner even though I had stuff in the fridge for a proper meal.
I feel full and satisfied but I hate myself for it. I enjoyed the gluttonous devouring of the cheaply fried thinly sliced suds… but I’m pretty sure I had a USDA prime steak in the fridge.
Before I ramble on too much longer…
5.25 / 10
If you’re not the biggest fan of Star Wars.
It’s a fun summer action film during winter. It’s flashy, a bit dumb, and a lot of fun. But it’s also not without some glaring flaws and unapologetically tries to mend those flaws and gaps with fan services.
That was the quick version of the review for those of you who are not interested in the more nitty-gritty thoughts I had of the film.
Most of these thoughts were thoughts I jotted down as soon as I walked out of the movie theater with my date who subsequently suffered from me sharing these thoughts for the next half-an-hour until she escaped. But she may or may not have received a phone call so that I could continue talking to her about Star Wars at 1 am.
When there are problems with a film, I feel like there are certain moments within the film that captures the problems like a metaphor. It’s the spirit of those flaws that echoes through the hours until the end credits begin to roll.
With this film, there were three such moments.
1. The Lightsaber Came Back The Very Next Day Scene
2. The Necklace Heist
3. The Rise of the Fan Service
SPOILER ALERT FROM HERE ON
The Lightsaber Came Back The Very Next Day Scene
“That’s the weirdest crawl for a Star Wars film that I’ve ever seen.”
…Was the first thought that crossed my mind as soon as the familiar theme’s bombastic fanfare blasted through the IMAX speakers and the golden texts, as-in-tradition, begin to scroll across the stars.
It’s not just the odd wording in the first couple of sentences but the entire spirit of it that felt like it was against the grain of the usual Star Wars crawl.
Why did the crawl tell us about Palpatine’s voicemail being sent out across the galaxy instead of the film showing us it? With all the resources they had, did they really not figure out a way to actually fit that into the film?
The title of this section comes from the first few minutes of the film where we are reintroduced to our protagonist, Rey. After some mishaps during her Jedi training, Rey finds herself lacking the merit the carry the lightsaber passed onto her by the late legendary Jedi, Luke Skywalker.
She gives up the saber and hands it over to General Leia. It feels like a significant and an emotional moment where it’s telling the audience that we will see Rey receive the saber when she’s “earned it.” There’s a definite sense of character arc developing with the saber.
But just a minute or two later, the saber is tossed back to Rey as if she’s suddenly earned it because the situation called for it. There’s a real-life like awkwardness in their air akin to The Office.
As the audience, there’s a jarring feeling of something went wrong.
Either they had to make last-minute changes or didn’t really have time to polish up the script. Whatever happened, it resulted with a plot with what seemed like a lot of throw-away, lazy, and thoughtless plot points.
Many moments like the “saber being returned” are peppered throughout the film and especially concentrated within the first act of the film.
Characters like Zorii and Jannah feel like they’re just plot progression devices or plot padding devices.
There doesn’t feel like there’s a real meaning behind Kylo putting on the mask again (contrast to the short but poignant scene he had in getting rid of it) other than to sell toys.
Han Solo reappearing feels cheap and non-sensical and he, himself, has to explain why and how he’s showing up.
How did Palpatine develop such a massive army out of nowhere?
How does he have such a huge following without anyone noticing for decades?
Why were Rey’s parents not subjected to becoming new vessels?
How did Leia know of Rey’s origins and why didn’t she say anything?
When did the Force start to become magic solutions to every problem? (more on that later)
Why would you inscribe directions onto a dagger? Why make a custom dagger?
Oh, the little droid happened to have the coordinates to the mystery planet?
One of the few validly poignant scenes of C3PO choosing to have his memory wiped for his friends end up meaning nothing as nothing meaningful was really lost. What was the point of that little venture other than to cheaply invoke something from the audience?
Just like Chewbacca “dying” only to relieve us from that loss just minutes later. At least draw it out so that little ‘prank’ of sort towards the audience doesn’t mean completely frivolous.
And Palpatine being the final villain of the trilogy also feels like another symptom of either lazy or desperate writing that didn’t really care to develop anything. A clone Darth Vader would have made more sense and would have had a more build-up with the last two films than Palpatine.
Have Kylo Ren face the clone Vader only to be guided to light by ghost Anakin.
Or have Kylo Ren be thwarted in some sense by clone Vader when realizes that Vader isn’t what he thought he was.
Also, while we’re on the subject of Palpatine…
…Why didn’t he just conquer the galaxy first and then find Rey/Kylo later when his army is obviously so overwhelmingly large that it threatens the entire galaxy?
Why warn the galaxy at all before using a fleet of planet busters?
Didn’t we need a planet-size facility before to do that by the way? Literally just a year or two ago?
From a writing perspective isn’t a fleet of planet busters just way harder to believe than a planet being carved into a weapon without anyone noticing?
Am I really resorted to comparing what breaks the sense of believability between a planet being carved into a weapon and fleet of starships that are each capable of destroying planets that went under the radar?
Why did he need First Order again?
How did he afford to pay for all this? The Final Order has even more confounding logistics problems within the story than the First Order did… given that it seemed all those small country-sized ships were fully staffed.
Does Palpatine enjoy getting electrocuted?
Why not just stop shooting lighting bolts for a moment and come up with something else real quick? Push her away?
Did he not learn from the first time when he got his face all burnt off?
At least in the first incident, he had few excuses for why he had to keep using those lightning blasts that were ripping off his own flesh.
But against Rey, it just seemed like he can recover fingers but not his brain cells. She was so far away, he had so much power, and he could have done so many other things like—”Hey, thousands of you chanting. Pick up a rock or something and throw it at her.”
Also. Why revive yourself with the same scars? For the scare factor?
The power creep of the Force that happened with this film also makes you question how did the Jedis get wiped out in the first place?
If Palpatine can just zap space ships left and right with his full power does he really even need an armada?
All these things. All these choices made with the writing. Just makes one wonder… are we stupid? Do they think we’re stupid? Is it both?
The can of worms that’s been unleashed by having the Force users be so powerful… hell everything being so powerful makes me wonder how the future Star Wars films will deal with… anything.
Everything feels played out. How do we ever genuinely feel that our Force using protagonists are in danger other than them being grossly incompetent or just because the plot wanted them to be?
The Necklace Heist
Look. I understand we’re talking about a franchise here that made its bones by having a young man shoot 90 degrees turning proton torpedos into a tiny hole of a death machine that’s size of a star via channeling a magical doopitydoo guided by a ghost of his dead old neighbor.
(Oh, WOW. Is that why the Death Star is called a Death Star?)
Empire PR Team: “And we want to call it what sir?”
Emperor Palpatine: “The Death Star. It’s a bit on the nose but… but it feels right.”
Empire PR Team:
Even then, there are still rules to the fantasy that the story laid out for the audience so that we understand when up is up, down is down, problems are real problems, and which dangers are real dangers.
The title of this chapter comes from the scene where Rey and Kylo are doing their Force telepathy Skype chat and Kylo manages to essentially reach across the screen and grab Rey’s necklace.
This changes everything about the Star Wars universe.
Even Kylo gave a little shrug to his foes near the climax of the film when he pulled out a lightsaber out of thin air thanks to Rey… which allowed him to decimate his enemies and save himself from the life-or-death situation.
Look, this isn’t just me nerding out about some lore discrepancies within Star Wars. Though, again, there is something to be said about suddenly changing the rules established within an established universe. It almost feels like the writers are cheating to get out of problems.
There are generally two camps of dealing with magic when it comes to fantasy in writing.
There’s no system to it. Magic is magic. The story will use it as it sees fit.
There are established rules and systems behind the magic.
The former is Gandalf from Lord of the Rings. He waves his staff, bright light, and boom— The problem is solved.
The latter is what’s more popular these days where the readers are generally made clear how the magic works and what the limitations of it are within the story’s universe.
The former makes magic unpredictable and often a cheat code for characters to get out of sticky situations. Unless done well, it cheapens the experience for the audience as any build-up of conflict is always at risk of vaporizing into bubbles by the shake of a magic wand.
The latter makes magic easier to measure and gives the audience a way of holding the story accountable. It makes conflicts feel like conflicts in fantasy and even when magic is used to solve them, if done right, the solution feels earned.
Star Wars, within the films at least, was always generally leaning towards the systematic magic where at least it seemed certain limitations were established.
George Lucas, the creator of original Star Wars, made it very clear that the force users were tempered and grounded to reality as much as they could be while still being magic knights with laser swords— even when other iterations of the franchise often took the magical elements dialed up to eleven.
It kept the films suspenseful as it kept our heroes feel vulnerable and more human than not.
We got time and space bending telepathy and object transportation.
Force users holding rocket ships in the air and destroying a fleet of them with lightning bolts out of their fingers.
Sucking the life out of one another to cure mortal wounds and amputations.
Where do we go from here?
Not only did the power creep feel jarring for long-time fans but using the sudden change of rules to solve the major conflicts developed through not only this film but the past two films felt… distasteful.
It also just creates problems of its own as mentioned in the previous section where the audience can’t help but ask the question of, “If you can/had [x] then why did / didn’t you [y]”.
To cover these moments, whether it be from good intentions or just thinking the viewers are idiots who’ll salivate over things like Chewbacca finally receiving a medal, the movie didn’t hesitate to just senselessly shove in fan service whenever and wherever it damn could.
Kind of like a Christmas special episode of TV programs where old characters and celebrities from different shows come out of nowhere for no good reason just to make you go feel good about your nerdy self that you understand the references and your getting your nostalgia massaged in all the right places.
The Rise of the Fan Service
I’m going to put that image up again.
Because it just fits.
Let’s talk about the Chewbacca scene mentioned earlier.
I’m sure many of you felt elated or maybe even cheered out loud when our favorite Wookie received his overdue medal.
It happened so quick and so out of the blue with such a vague reason for happening at that moment that probably by now you start to understand why some of the people in the theater might have been bewildered that the nerds were cheering over that small moment.
And when you think about it a bit more you’ll be left with the profound sentiment of:
“What the fxxx?”
It’s a powerful and universal feeling that your subconscious has finally begun to grasp what you’ve processed somewhere in the back of your mind. Let the initial bang and awe wash away. And let the logic and reason sink in.
That medal scene was so nonsensical and executed for such cheap thrills, that I feel icky that I started the domino of claps in my theater.
It’s like I spread herpes through the room and forgot to put on a proverbial condom on over my nerd excitement to prevent letting it think instead of using my head.
Let me put this way.
If you really cared about Chewie never receiving a medal before… is it really okay that he received what could be a random piece of replica, from a random person, as he’s just getting out of his ship?
Or would it have been more appropriate if it was at least a bit more formal and a bit more ceremonial?
The scene meant nothing but to serve as a (insert various sexual acts) to please the long-time fans… but by them being satisfied by it also means they’re just utterly stupid.
It’s like we’re monkeys who are just happy to receive a banana being thrown our way without wondering why we’re even getting the banana. The context doesn’t matter (we’re strapped onto a metal table) and the consequence doesn’t matter (the banana was to calm us down before our cranium is cut open and rods are shoved into our brains).
And I don’t mean that for just that one moment. I mean it for most of the fanservice.
It feels like a lot of the fanservice is an aftereffect of the previous film, The Last Jedi. Sort of a “here’s a bone” move after complaints people had of the previous film and the new trilogy without actually solving much of anything.
The plot of TheRise of Skywalker is painfully predictable even to the death of Kylo not because the plot itself had nowhere to go but to be simple, but because it felt like a lazy and safe attempt to appease the fans to ensure that Star Wars remains a valuable IP for Disney.
At least, in that sense, The Last Jedi tried something new and attempted a direction that took courage. TheRise of Skywalker, on the other hand, threw in the towel, committed as big of damage to the lore as The Last Jedi, and just twerked its glittery fanservice ass in front of us hoping that we won’t notice or won’t care.
In many ways, Palpatine being the final villain and Snoke being his little test tube baby feels like the ultimate fan service for the new trilogy. And a great demonstration of how much this film lacked in courage and lacked in respect for the previous stories… even the just last one.
There may be split opinion regarding The Last Jedi, but nevertheless, the film happened. It established that the new baddie for the trilogy, Snoke, was at the end a nobody.
Instead of sticking to their guns and sticking by their work, this film decided to just completely toss aside any value to Snoke and his identity of being just a random evil guy by turning him into a Palpatine’s lab rat. It’s not covering for what could be the mistakes of The Last Jedi, rather, making the whole experience of the new trilogy feel like a joke. Like nothing matters.
Was it so hard to keep Snoke a nobody and still develop a better transition to having Palpatine as the grand villain?
Couldn’t it have been as simple as Snoke was somehow keeping the weakened Palpatine at bay and now that he’s gone Palpatine was able to rise?
And what was the point of “Dark Rey” other than to mislead the viewers in the trailer, giving them a little peek of “what if” costume change for Rey and a new lightsaber toy for the kids nerds? There was no substance to her appearance at all. It didn’t develop into anything and the way it was presented wasn’t particularly thoughtful in regards to the narrative they were trying to build.
That’s it isn’t it?
The biggest problem with the fan service is that not only does it highlight a lot of the film’s lack of substance but they also act as a vacuum for whatever substance is left.
And just on that note…
..Why did Kylo/Ben die at the end?
It feels so lazy and cliche.
I was secretly hoping that the movie would surprise me and keep him alive. Send him to jail. Come up with a mature and complex plotline that leaves the audience guessing how Rey and Ben will continue their love.
All that bullshit with Force mumbojumbo to fix all of their difficult conflicts and they still chose a cliche way to answer the question: “What now for Ben Solo?”
There are so many more things I could talk about.
Regarding how awkward it feels that the fruition of our journey was Rey becoming the new Skywalker.
Regarding other aspects during the film where it felt too strongly that J. J. Abrams cared even less about Star Wars and more about doing whatever he wants as a filmmaker compared to Rian Johson. And how his stance feels like, “It’s just a dumb movie. Get over it. Here’s some fanservice that you can suckle on to keep quiet.”
Regarding how the word “inconsistent and careless” can be applied in so many different ways to the new trilogy.
And finally, regarding what the new trilogy may mean for the future.
The new trilogy overall reminded me of a lot of the second half of the second season of Twin Peaks.
To those unfamiliar with the series, it was David Lynch’s TV series in the 90s that was a mix of an investigative crime thriller, paranormal, and a good dose of odd beat humor.
It was a global phenomenon with still a huge cult following that produced a feature film, a few books, and a third season by popular demand that released in 2017—nearly 30 years after the original series ended with its two seasons.
But during what should have been its legendary first two seasons, it’s tarnished by the odd second half of the second season when David Lynch left the series for a while to pursue other projects.
It’s universally panned and took a lot of power away from series. For the fans of Twin Peaks it’s an interesting experience to watch those episodes because they obviously understood what made Lynch’s formula for the show so entertaining, powerful, and popular… but they could never really capture the essence of it.
It’s like a cheap cologne or a fast-food burger.
The new trilogy never really felt like Star Wars to me after The Force Awakens. Each one of them felt like imitations and vessels for new creatives to do whatever they want to make names for themselves by using the name of the franchise.
As problematic the prequels by George Lucas were, there was still a sense of cohesiveness and innate understanding and care for the Star Wars universe.
The prequels at least built and organically expanded the lore of Star Wars instead of becoming pickled and shriveled into itself.
And whether the new creators like it or not, Star Wars is much bigger than any of them, bigger than almost all of the other modern film franchises, and its massive reach is a legacy of its own.
Not even the Marvel Cinematic Universe is at the level of Star Wars until it can demonstrate that it can also survive and thrive after 50 years.
And given that fact, I don’t think it’s unfair to ask the franchise to be treated with a bit more care, thought, and respect.
Even if it’s just a film franchise, it’s a fantasy that’s enjoyed and means something to millions of people across generations.
Let’s grasp that for a moment.
Millions of people, across generations, throughout this little blue planet of ours.
We all enjoy this silly space opera. We all feel something together as we watch it. We’re not just mindless wallets to be opened by studios.
And if we don’t see some inherent and self-evident worth and value to be respected from a franchise like that, then we need to accept that everything that’s just meant for entertainment is also meaningless and pointless. Whether it’s some scribbles on paper, some noise we make through instruments, or throwing balls across fields… they are all pointless.
They only have meaning because we give them meaning.
But there’s a meaning to the fact that we humans decided to give those things meaning.
Art and Entertainment are what ultimately make humans—humans. And it is also what makes their experience in life beyond the capacity of what should have been. Beyond the limits what only could have been.
We are more and we can do more because we imagined it so.
Our ability to think kept us alive and our ability to dream kept us free.
So, I hope if they make Star Wars again, I hope they’ll do it with a bit more love and at least a bit more respect for those who love it and have loved it.
If they don’t, that’s just a message being sent to the millions of fans that their time and devotion are only worth the amount of cash they can bring in.
Final Score: 7.5 / 10 or 5.25 / 10. Depending on how much you like Star Wars.
As mentioned, if you’re a fan of the Star Wars franchise, this is a no-brainer. Just turn off your brain and go watch it. Have fun. At least we got an acceptable ending.
Want to just start writing and figure out as you go? Pantsing!
Want to plan out every detail and then write? Plotting!
Quest 2: Finish First Draft.
Figure out a writing schedule.
Stick to your writing schedule.
???(usually sweat, tears, and self-hate)
Quest 3: Don’t share your first draft.
Thinking about giving these out to beta readers? NO.
Thinking about querying agents? NO.
Thinking about having your dying grandmother read this? NO.
Quest 4: Start your second draft.
Optional Sub-Quest: Give yourself some distance between you and your manuscript.
Read through your first draft.
Make the necessary corrections and changes.
Quest 5: Repeat Quest 4 until you feel it’s ready.
Repeat Quest 4 until you feel it’s ready.
Quest 6: Beta Readers
Find other heroes to join your quest.
Hopefully, they are those who you can trust to be honest with you and give you a variety of insights.
Tip:If they’re people you know, they should be people who are comfortable enough to call you a moron if the need arises and have strong enough bond with you to tell you to not waste any more time on your manuscript if it’s horseshit.
Listen to their judgments and insights.
Quest 7: Another day, Another draft.
Compile all the notes you’ve gathered from your beta readers.
Make a new draft of your manuscript based on the notes.
Quest 8: Choose your class.
Self-Publishing or Traditional
High risk, high reward.
With all the freedom comes with it the burden of fugue
Even the risks are up to the players to decide depending on their goals and investment.
While it’s true that this can be a low-investment, non-pay-2-win class, most experienced players would say otherwise.
Or as Michael J. Sullivan, a notable self-published player, said recently to the question what if you don’t have a day job that you can balance to support this class,
A personal note from the scribe of this quest is that he wished he had around 3500 USD to invest in his first book before starting out. 1500 USD minimum.
The general rules of thumbs are:
Don’t expect to make much money.
No one will find your book until you shove it into their hands.
Write at least three before expecting a profit.
Relatively low risk but still grind-heavy.
The well-established, longest enduring class. That being the case, the progression for this class is clearly mapped out for those who want to go down this path.
Finish manuscript -> Get an Agent -> Get a Publisher.
While the steps seem simple, it can be a grueling and even a life-long task for many to complete the second step of this journey.
As in the name of this class, this is still what the most of the public traditionally consider as a writer and hence comes with it the prestige and network that most self-published authors will not be able to enjoy.
Even the upfront payment by the publisher is probably more money than most self-published authors will ever see with their work.
However, while it is a bragging-right of sorts, often the writers themselves will realize that the payoff of the class is more-or-less may be the same as most of their self-published authors in the long run—if not worse.
Not to mention that more often than not, most writers with publishers will not enjoy a lot of the luxuries that writers assume that they’d receive.
The general rules of thumb are:
Don’t expect to make much money.
No one will find your book until you shove it into their hands.
Your manuscript should be at a point of you not being embarrassed if that gets leaked to the public before you start querying agents.
HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER!
Self-Pub, Trad, they do it all. Their success entirely in their hands.
No balance patch will be applied.
Tip: The author mentioned previously, Michael J. Sullivan, always shares his wealth of knowledge having experienced all three classes.
As you can see, I’m a successful, professional, knowledgeable writer who’s qualified to give you some tips and tricks for this upcoming writing adventure. Something you can carry with you for the rest of your life.
Because I care about all of you fellow writers out there and especially you writers who’re just starting to create their first baby.
So, get your hot cup of water, tomato ketchup, the free pepper packet ready for a nice little soup for your writing soul.
There’s a lot of tips that circulate amongst writers.
And to be honest you’ve probably heard them all already because they’re regurgitated and recycled over and over.
Make a plot line.
Don’t get too attached to your first draft.
And those are great tips. That’s why they’re regurgitated and recycled over and over. They derive from universal truth that can only improve your life:
Do your tasks.
Strategize your tasks.
Hone your skills.
Take in other perspectives.
But there’s a great concern I’ve had lately when I see a lot of other want-to-be creators.
You see, my fellow thespians, scribes, and charlatans, it’s far too easy to see other people’s talent and work these days with Google, Youtube, Instagram, and etc.
And usually we only seee the end result.
But it’s rare to see the process. Especially, the honest portrayal of the process.
The most important part.
The ugliest part.
The part we all need to appreciate a lot more.
Because you hear about it, you imagine it, but it’ll always be a little romanticized in a lot of people’s minds even if they’ve struggled elsewhere before.
We assume it’ll be so much easier than it actually is. We have the confidence in our minds because we’ve seen others do it.
Why not me?
I bet it wasn’t that hard.
He’s just talented so I bet it was easy for him.
999,999 / 1,000,000 of the times, it wasn’t.
It was a fight. It was a personal war. It feels like an exaggeration but it’s not. The struggle will consume you.
But that’s what makes it awesome.
You see the sexy pic on Instagram.
But what you didn’t see is the once skinny, fat, regular guy/gal, working their ass off in the gym, thinking about giving up more than once, sacrificing a lot of for-pleasure meals, paying for a lot of cycles, and taking a lot of pics until they got that perfect one to post.
You listen to that awesome song.
But what you don’t hear is the countless combination of notes that weren’t good enough to make the cut even though no one else would know the difference.
You read that next best seller novel.
But what you didn’t read is another one of these offensively cheesy parallel examples of what I’ve just reiterated twice already above.
Everyone wants to reach the summit but no one wants to do the climb.
No one wants to risk the time, the effort, and their lives. No one wants to feel that lack of oxygen, the burning muscles, and the sense of desperation that you may never make it to the top and maybe you won’t make it back home. I’m talking about writing still.
But there’s nothing more beautiful and important than the struggle.
When you make it, that’ll be the most powerful memory that you have of your journey. The pillars of what made the achievement memorable.
When you make it, it’d have been the most important part. The only part that you can really pass on to others for their benefit.
That’s the secret of NaNoWriMo. It gives you a way to appreciate the process and not just the end. I appreciate the event for making the goal the struggle. And I totally got the title of this blog off the SEO generator again but found this kickass way of just tying it all off in that #trending bow.
That’s why I make the big bucks.
Writing will suck at times.
You’ll get stuck.
You’ll hate what you’ve written.
You’ll regret the time and the effort you’ve spent.
And you’ll feel like you’ll never make it.
But as long as there’s a breath left in you, you can make it if you actually want it.
If you don’t want it, just move on.
Time’s finite. Do something worthwhile for you.
But at least start something. Start the struggle.
And then learn to embrace the struggle.
There’s really nothing else more worthwhile in life. Because it’s the crucial, and the not so secret, ingredient of what is worthwhile.
I wonder if honey mustard packets will make good soup
Did you guys like the clickbait title? It worked last time. The irony.
Haha, what kind of desperate scumbag would sell out like that, right? Just randomly insert things to boost visibility?
Did I mention I have an audiobook coming out of the BOOK I’ve written so many years ago that I should have really written another one out by now? Haha, I mean it’s not like selling out and calling himself out on it in a roundabout way makes anything better. So who would do that?
#ASAramiru #TaylorSwift #NaNoWriMo #SEO
Ok, I have to go now. McDonald employees say I have to at least buy something if I want to keep using their Wi-Fi.
Time to put on my cardboard sign and get back to my imaginary car.
The sign reads:
“You think I’m joking, but most writers would live like this if they lived only off of their writing earnings”
Seriously. Don’t write for the money. Don’t plan on it to be your income. Unless you’re copywriting.
“Why can’t you just take a helicopter up to the summit?” – Editor
An ephemeral inclination—a diminutive self-jest—that prods me to walk up to a stranger and say hello. Hello. How’s your day? Your week? Your life?
What makes you smile?
What ails you?
Who are you?
Or the seductive temptation to give in to the lack of better self-preservation to smile and say hello to those who were crazy enough to attempt my inclinations with me.
We’re all human, I remind myself when I begin to see people just as walking paintings of a person. In those clothes, in those jobs, and in those moods.
We’re all connected by the reality that binds us. Part of that being that we’re bound as species. Even if the lenses we view all of this might be different.
Most of us want to be happy. Have reasons to smile.
When did the some of us lose that?
Most of us feel love. Have that, that, metaphysical warmth that transcends mere physical contact when hugging someone.
Why were some of us born without that?
Most of us are lonely when we realize the zoo we’ve made ourselves is indifferent and everchanging as much as the universe it’s in regardless of our own dispositions.
What made so many of us simply accept that as just a fact of life?
Sometimes, I just want to hear their stories. I’ve wondered if it was for curious amusement or for a reminder of that connection all human beings should have with one another. A proof of a sort that life isn’t so unique and isolated.
I remember an old man who spoke to me for hours about his life. How he was a sailor when he was young. Found joy in fighting. Found love in a foreign land. He frequented the cafe where I sat and listened to his story. Most of the workers thought he was a crazy old man. I don’t know why he decided to speak to me. He told he was an accomplished professor now slowly dying of a disease. He told me never to get old if I can help it. Near the end, he told me his wife had passed away recently and I saw deep loneliness in his eyes. The helplessness of knowing what was exactly next but not knowing what the road would be like until he gets there.
After about 3 hours of conversation, I asked the old man for his name as I wanted to bid him a proper farewell.
He looked at me as if I was mad for asking for his name. As if I had broken some sort of an unspoken, sacred oath. A venerable rule.
“Why?” The old man asked.
There was half-a-second of empty silence.
“Thank you for your time and for the conversation,” I told the nameless old man and offered him a handshake.
He gave me an unenthusiastic, socially-coerced handshake and walked away.