This weekend was epic. Not jumping-off-a-cliff epic. But epic in a sense that I know exactly what lights my flame. Part of me always knew, but I ignored it thinking it would never turn out how I imagined.
My son performed in his very first acting gig on a short film. Afterwards we started talking how the shoot went. It turns out some of the details of the script didn’t make it into the shot list.
This conversation led us to a conversation about screen writing. Which in turn led me to pull out my screenwriting bin. Yes, I have a bin but it’s not a little bin. It’s one of those stackable bins you buy to hide the unwanted-but-can’t-throw-away stuff in your garage.
As I pull out each script I shoot the logline out to my daughter. She had no idea I had a teeny bit of a dark side. I love thrillers.
So I write thrillers. Which means most of my scripts involve a murder, a crime or some kind of conspiracy. You know thrilling.
I let her read my short from college. We laughed about how I blew the ending with a corny one liner.
And then that’s when it happened. I actually felt my flame lighting up. Karen from chookooloonks.com always talks about doing whatever lights you up. And here I was running through my scripts beaming…
Each read of a logline was like the preverbal strike of a match until I had enough candles dancing to light up the room.
My husband saw the flame too.
I was happy.
He saw my happiness.
Ever since I read through the scripts I’ve been on a euphoric high. A high that I thought would have peaked by now, but I’m still climbing 36 hours later.
That’s got to be longer than smoking, sniffing or popping a foreign substance.
This kind of high is free, won’t ruin your skin and won’t get you thrown in jail!