My Crash and Burn Chronicling

About a month ago, I mentioned that I had written a book. Now that I suppose I've actually learned a bit more about writing in the form of experiencing experiences, and that I've learned the literary terms for what I've already been doing, I think I might revise the book.

Diantha is currently enrolled in a film school, she's a freshman, and she wants to write a screenplay about Frankie and her "transgendered journey." I think Frankie's Transgendered Journey is complete bullshit, but I encourage Dobbl's creativity, and I'm not going to squish her idea just because I have a feud with the subject matter. Since Dobbl is writing a screenplay, I felt obligated to think about writing my own screenplay, and I found no better inspiration than this blog entry. Emily's been a good friend of mine since the fifth grade. She is in many ways a better writer than I am. And I think part of the reason behind her being a better writer than I is that she, in the most endearing way I can express, is an indie kid. Her life is indie. The plot finds her, no matter where she is or what she does.

I thought that I would write my screenplay based on a mix of Emily's experiences and my own. Between the two of us, we make a Harold and Maude/Garden State orgasm. But the problem is, I'm a terrible filmmaker. I don't see how I'd be able to make the movie I see being made. Also, my philosophy is that there is no ginger kid or marmoset-face on this Earth who can better portray Emily the Ginger Kid and Andi the Marmoset-Face. A quandary.

So I was thinking, as I lay in my grandparents' bed, sniffling up mucus and throat pain, I really shouldn't let go of the Crash and Burn Chronicles just because I thought I'd ended it. No, that's not it. I ended the story. I know how the story ends, and I know how it began, but maybe what I wrote was a simple and barebones explanation. Maybe what I wrote was the newspaper article instead of the six-page spread and photoshoot.

I don't know about writers. I don't know what other writers do, or don't do, or search for. I just know that right now, it feels right to me to re-hash and re-state what is going on with The Boy. The time is right for me to take back the notebook and pencil and write down, with a better understanding, the plots and the quirks and the recurring themes that I wanted to put into this story. I feel like the time is right to take a better look into the characters, like I've just realized that not everybody knows what I meant by what I said. Do you all know what I mean?