More than any other awards show, The Oscars are the most inspiring – and depressing. On the one hand, it reminds me, I want to be creative and make movies, or write things, that move people. I don’t know if I have that type of talent inside me, but I’ve always marveled at the people who can do something that takes my breath away. And I love that feeling. I love how I felt at the end of The Sixth Sense, The Usual Suspects, or Shawshank Redemption. Completely and utterly stunned and in awe of how a writer, director, and a group of actors, camera men, and editors can take you out of the real world and into a fake world, and how they make you buy into it.
It may seem like an odd goal, but I don’t want to be Matt Damon or Tom Cruise. I don’t want to be James Cameron, Stephen Spielberg, or Martin Scorsese. I’d rather be the person who puts the words into their mouths and the ideas into their brains. Mainly, I’d like someone to read something I may have written and, at the end, just say, “whoa.”
So, as I said …inspiration …because at 36 years old, I’m still young. And luckily for me, even in a world with Twitter and Facebook and blogging, most of my ideas are still only swimming around in my head.
And when I watch The Oscars, and I see so many grey-haired people up there accepting awards, and when I see names and faces I don’t recognized in the In Memorium montage, and those people are simply listed as “Writer”, I think, “hey …I can still do this.”
What stops me? Pretty much the same thing that always has, and what I think is the difference between people who do things and those who don’t. Those people on The Oscars are the people who didn’t write a blog entry about the thing they wanted to do, but instead did the thing they wanted to do.
And as I go back and proof read this entry …well …there’s the depressing part.
Get it?
I read a blog once about a person who chronicled his journey from blogger and call center phone-answering-guy to sit-com script writer. Now, that’s interesting. How do I make this blog that interesting? Maybe with this. I dunno. It’s a stupid song, but damn if it isn’t sorta catchy.
