I like lots of movies (many of them starring Drew Barrymore and/or Hugh Grant) but the one I tend to discuss most often on this blog is “Stranger Than Fiction” mostly because of its relevancy here. I know, this blog has a wide range of topics, but one of the consistent subjects I discuss is writing. And the movie is about writing. So…yah.
And I just had another realization about the movie about the lives of a writer, Karen Eiffel, and her main character, Harold Crick, intersecting. He happens to also be a man in real life, and he happens to hear her narrative. As she types her main character’s demise, he becomes frantic…and without giving the movie ending away, nothing ever happens in his real life until she types the words on the page.
In other words, she can imagine what happens…but until the word hits the page, it is not real.
And so, on my writing day off (they’re Wednesdays now, not Fridays)…I have to push myself. I can imagine all I want, but the story ain’t there, until the word hits the page. Keep typing.