There are times where I can play the same song about twenty times in a row for days straight. This Gotye song has been that for me over this weekend. Although I haven’t really figured out the symbolism of the painting in the video, I can tell you there is something addicting about the emotion. The way his brow raises with the suggestion of still being friends, his shoulder rising in a heavy sigh, and the turn of his head in shame when she sings. It’s pretty fabulous.
There is also this freaky crush I have on the singer because he matches the description of the boy from my work in progress. It isn’t the boy I see in my mind, but very close when you read the description. With little else to say today, I give you the video.
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As I’ve mentioned before, one of the first piece’s of wisdom when becoming a writer is “Don’t write a book about your life. You aren’t that interesting.” Sage advice. But don’t you wish at times you could be the main character in the story of your life? You may think it’s a given since you’re living it. But referring to the advice up top, your life is not what a story is made of.
The exciting part about being a main character is you say all the right things. You can be witty, funny, smart, or sharp at any time. Your thoughts and words have been carefully crafted, re-read and edited. They’re created with emotion and analyzed to ensure it’s the most succinct way to get your point across. Conversations with others can be quick-witted, firing words back and forth with lightening speed and delivering the perfect blows. (Ha, she said blows.) So why can’t we do this in real life? How many times have you woken up the next day, after a heated conversation taking place the night before, and slapped your palm against your forehead screaming “I should have said that.” Hubs and I have a favorite joke in those moments where we quote George from Seinfeld with “The jerk store ran out of you.” A classic episode about this exact idea.
Also in a book there will be personal growth from beginning to end. A person starts out one way with a flaw and will resolve that by the end. A lesson will be learned even through humiliation, gut-wrenching emotions, or unimaginable bliss (maybe even all three.) The main character will work through a perfectly created problem and come out the other side a better person. (They will if the book is successful.) Wouldn’t it be nice if lessons were learned in three hundred pages?
And do I even have to go into the romance? Tawna Fenske (yes, my blogging idol) had a great entry about making love in a field with her husband. She’s a romance writer so it must be even more tempting to indulge in those romantic opportunities. If you read it, you will see her husband brought her back to the reality of a field crawling with bugs, passing hikers, and even piles of horse shit. Not so romantic after all. Along those lines, I wouldn’t want my husband to be dead, an angel, or a serial killer even though the books I’ve read lately (two I love–Sookie Stackhouse and Dexter) have these characters. But boy howdy, some of those scenes with vampires are sure steamy and get the heart racing. (For those that still have hearts that beat.)
If this is to be taken seriously, it looks like I never have witty dialogue, any emotional development, and my love life might be less than passionate. The funny part is my life is just the opposite. Some may disagree with the witty dialogue part and think I’m always pullin’ a “George,” but I do know there has been personal growth (even in last year) and Hubs definitely still lights my fire. Does this make me a main character? No. This makes me a person. And it helps me create better main characters because I bring my pieces of reality to them. They are lucky to have a delete key to erase their mistakes. But that’s what makes it fiction.
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