-- Here I am --: Nature’s poetry

It’s one of those rainy days today. Not one of those grey, dark and miserable rainy days, but one of those quiet days where the steady patter of rain hitting the ground is the only sound that can be heard. I love those days.

It also suits me perfectly, considering what plans I’ve got for today. I’m going to spend most of the day inside, reading stuff for my courses, while drinking delicious mochaccinos produced by my amazing new espresso machine. And tonight I’m going to the movies – I’m finally going to see Inception, which I’m sure you’ve all heard as much about as I have. I really wish I had someone to go with, but alas, that’s life. And I’m not one to stay at home because of it. I like to think I’m cool like that (or brave, stupid, sad; call it whatever you like).

I feel really at peace with the world and everything in it today. I’m not quite sure why, but I suspect that it has something to do both with the weather, and the fact that I watched my favourite film last night, In My Father’s Den, and there’s something about that film that just gets to me like nothing else does. It bares all my emotions, makes me feel vulnerable and sad, which makes me feel so close to the story it tells, and gives me a real sense of peace afterwards. There’s no need to tell (but I’m doing it anyway) that it’s my inspiration as far as filmmaking goes, especially scriptwriting. In My Father’s Den is subtly understated throughout, and emotions are expressed in the most poetic way without seeming fake or melodramatic; put simply, it all seems real. You have no idea what you’re missing out on until you’ve seen it.

I also feel very creative today. All I want to do at the moment is to sit down and focus on writing my screenplay (which has been in the making for several months now), but I know that I’ll regret putting off doing my course readings, because that’s what I did last weekend and it seriously ruined my entire week… So here’s the plan: I’m going to read as much as I can before going to the movies tonight – that way I won’t feel guilty. And on my way home from the movies I’m going to stop by the supermarket, pick up a bottle of wine, and then when I’m back at home I’ll allow myself to sit down with my laptop and a glass of wine and let my mind wander freely into this other, imagined world which I’ve become so well acquainted with over the last few months. I’ve grown so fond of my characters that you wouldn’t be wrong in calling them my imaginary friends… I know, how sad is that? But then again, how many writers have you come across that don’t empathize with their characters and act as if they were real, and not fictional? I don’t expect them to suddenly appear somewhere, or talk to invisible people around me, all I mean is that I can imagine their lives; their backgrounds, mistakes, fears, hopes, desires, and so on. They live in a parallel world in my head, and so far about one fourth of that world has been put down on paper, and I’m really anxious and excited about getting the rest of it out there, as well. I want to do them justice, and I want people to see them and know them like I do. They are real to me, like the characters in In My Father’s Den – I want to recreate that same magic in my script.