A friend from college is putting together a blog on the value of writing spaces. It made me think about the work I did to paint the creativity (accent) wall and the value of that as well as my space. Just the indication he’d be writing a post reminded me that my work is not done yet. In fact, I need to seriously sweeten the pot in there in order to make that place into my sanctuary. Writers need a retreat. We need a place that belongs to us and houses the mania that would otherwise reside in our heads. We need a place that inspires and separates us from the real world by connecting us to a world that is utterly and completely enchanting.
I suppose where I failed in my space creation (and thusly as a writer) is by staying within the lines in my creations. Kurt Vonnegut said, “You cannot be a good writer of serious fiction if you are not depressed.” I am not depressed, and given that I am not the depressive type, writing serious fiction requires a space that invokes all styles and levels of emotion.
Some Thoughts:
- The Wolverine is filled with terribly written characters and acting more suited to Sunday mornings on Disney XD. Still, I enjoyed the heck out of it. I especially appreciated the bit after the credits.
- Vince Vaughn is done. His brief and reputable moment in the spotlight was enjoyable, but he isn’t the type to be able to lead a movie–especially a stupid one.