The Plight of Mr. Concept
Back in the day David Crouse nicknamed me “Mr. Concept” for my innovative and strange story ideas. What my fiction lacked in character development it more than made up for in originality of setting and premise. I relished how my classmates seemed to admire my ideas. Eventually I developed my fiction to be more character driven… less based on grand themes… but I never lost that ability to pull weird loglines out of my head. Being Mr. Concept is both a blessing and a curse, and lately, you guessed it, it has been a curse. Allow me to explain…
One of my greatest problems as a writer is my inability to stick with a project to it’s completion. I used to be much worse than I am now but the issue still plagues me. The trouble with being Mr. Concept is that I am always coming up with new and interesting ideas. It never stops. I’ll be in the middle of something absolutely brilliant, something that is going well and with care and attention will go far, and then all of a sudden I’ll get sidetracked with something else… the latest and greatest thought balloon to appear above my head.
Presently I am working on revising a novel, getting a group of fifteen or so short stories into publishable shape, polishing a trio of screenplays, and writing the first draft of a script for some friends’ dinner theatre start-up. That’s no small amount of work to be tackling all at once. I’m sure you can agree with me on that.
So you can understand my frustration when today the little kernel of an idea I’ve had for a few years involving two of my old school comic book creations decided to pop up into a full blown piece of popcorn. All of a sudden I had this new brilliant idea and I wanted to get started on it right away.
And then I looked at my to-do list.
I think that all writers suffer this dilemma to some extent but I really feel like it’s bearing down on me of late.
Another side effect of being an unemployable bum I guess.
Fourteen days after I started scanning in ten pictures a day over on the Clarkwoods site I am finally done giving the world the best of the best of the best of the pictures taken at our wedding reception. Tonight I scanned in the last ten and among them were two of my favorites. I haven’t used this space to show you pictures in a while so I decided I’d give it a try again.
The first picture shows the group of us singing along to Guns N Roses’ “Sweet Child of Mine” towards the end of the reception. My Dad had requested it and I never thought the DJ would find an appropriate place for it but he did. Everyone that was left at that point had the most amazing time singing along. It was my own little rock & roll, heavy metal moment and it made the day just the tinest bit more special.
The second picture depicts one of the few little details that slipped through the fingers of the otherwise uber-prepared Stephanie (who could get work as a professional wedding coordinator, I am sure). Somehow we had forgotten to secure ourselves transportation from the reception hall back to our hotel. My Mom and Dad made room but not before we snapped this little shot.
These are just a few examples of the kind of pictures you can see over at Clarkwoods this month. Starting tomorrow we’ll be uploading pictures from our trip to Hawaii. And hopefully I make it through them without giving into the urge to blow our savings on a ticket back to the islands. We watched this special on Hawaii tonight and it prompted me to check out and see if there are any graduate programs in English on the islands.
I am so applying.