Once upon a time I wrote a short story. A story about twins, a boy and a girl and their recently divorced mother. I called it "Division Day*."
Over the weekend this short story; twenty pages of script, came true in the form of a set and actors and cameras and a director who took my words and made them come alive.
I love writing. I love blogging and writing fiction and non-fiction, short stories. I've written all my life. Three finished novels on life-support but nonetheless breathing. Essays. Poetry. I've written copy for adult websites and pamphlets for non-profit organizations. Pen to paper. Fingers to keys. Heart to page.
This week has been my first experience on the sidelines; watching a story come alive. A story born from a thought I had in the shower, one night last April. A story that as I type this post is being brought to life by an incredible cast of actors, a director I highly respect and a crew who have been able to replicate my vision beyond expectation.
I thought I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. I thought maybe three times the charm. That I'd keep writing novels until one of them sold. Forever if that was how long it took, but after this week, I think I want to change directions.
Ten years of fighting Los Angeles, rolling my eyes at Hollywood, wanting to get the hell out of here, and suddenly I get it. There is something truly magical about being on set. Watching characters come to life. The energy is electric, palpable.
And so I stand today, wading in the waters of a dream I didn't know I had until right this very second. And Oh my God, you guys. I can't stop crying.
*Division Day is one part of a four part collaborative feature called Bedrooms, including four individually directed/written shorts. More details to come.