I used to write for TV back home. Aside from the additional income I get from it, I love the continuous adrenaline rush that I get from the moment my storyline is picked, to watching it being aired on TV, and seeing my name on the show's credits. I remember writing dialogues and crying as I put my heart in the scene. The "kilig" when writing a mushy romantic line or action. The pasted smile when I write something funny (Well, I tried!).
One of the scripts I wrote was about a high school reunion. Five very close girl friends met again, talked, giggled, hugged, teased each other and noted that nothing really changed, except for their bodies and lines on their faces. When night fell, and each one was tired of "acting", masks were slowly taken off. Each with a different story to tell.
Going back home after the reunion, they all find out how warmly they embraced their own lives after hearing the life stories of their girlfriends. It becomes a major realization that seeing the crosses that your other friends carry, you end up picking your own. The cross that you carried had actually formed to take the curve of your shoulder. There is comfort in familiarity.
Writing stories give me a different kind of fulfillment. I get to decide how the story ends. In real life, you actually could .... to some extent. But first, just as in writing scripts, you "decide" on your storyline. You know how it should end. Then you create opportunities to make it happen. But life is funny. It does not always give you what you want ... What if it does? Do you see how scary that will be?
One of the scripts I wrote was about a high school reunion. Five very close girl friends met again, talked, giggled, hugged, teased each other and noted that nothing really changed, except for their bodies and lines on their faces. When night fell, and each one was tired of "acting", masks were slowly taken off. Each with a different story to tell.
Going back home after the reunion, they all find out how warmly they embraced their own lives after hearing the life stories of their girlfriends. It becomes a major realization that seeing the crosses that your other friends carry, you end up picking your own. The cross that you carried had actually formed to take the curve of your shoulder. There is comfort in familiarity.
Writing stories give me a different kind of fulfillment. I get to decide how the story ends. In real life, you actually could .... to some extent. But first, just as in writing scripts, you "decide" on your storyline. You know how it should end. Then you create opportunities to make it happen. But life is funny. It does not always give you what you want ... What if it does? Do you see how scary that will be?
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