As a romance writer, you can bet your bottom dollar that I love my romance movies. Give me a good Rom-Com and a drink in my hand and I am set for hours. Over Thanksgiving I was fortunate to be able to stay home and catch up on some quirky romance movies that I had been dying to see. There I was, sweatpants and sweater, fuzzy socks and blanket when a strange thing happened. About a third of the way into the movie I got this tremendous itch to write. It was a gnawing, teeth gnashing drive to put pencil to paper. I wanted to describe what these actors and actresses were doing, I wanted to write down how the movie was making me feel. I wanted to dredge up every piece of those feelings the movie evoked and dissect them word for word on paper.
This was something new for me, the gaining of a much-needed boost in my writing energy from something watched rather than created in my mind. Though I read plenty of books, romance and other genre, this was the first time that the urge to write enveloped me so fully and completely. Whatever it was that pushed that writing fervor to the surface worked tremendously well as I ended up writing four pages throughout that one movie.
Maybe these pages will do nothing more than fill up an empty drawer, but that feeling, man, that’s what completes me. That all encompassing need to create and create well with no punctuation or self-loathing. Just the purging of words onto paper. I truly am in love with writing.
Tell me, friend, has there been a moment that something has evoked this response out of you? Was it a movie or something else that triggered it?
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