Creation #15: A 3-Page Scene

There's a theory, I'm not sure how widely held, or scientifically founded, that says: Our dreams are a peek into our brains trying to solve problems. Basically like watching a YouTube video of a baby trying to put a peg into a hole - only it's directed by Michel Gondry.



I don't dream much. At least not that I remember. I wake every morning with little sense of the time between my head hitting the pillow and my instantaneous and strong desire to kill the electronic bird at the foot of my bed.

I'm going to assume that I don't dream (even though I probably do and just fail to remember them). I think instead of dreaming, what I do is process while I'm awake. When left with time alone and nothing to do, I think, about anything and everything. Mostly about things that might go wrong in every possible permutation of the future. That's actually a large part of what this project is: instead of worrying, or self-pitying, or self-despising, I will create! Create! CREATE! (You see the louder I get the more purpose I feel... sure.)

One of my favorite outlets seems to be writing dialog. I think I've got something of a knack for it. Assuming that all a "knack" requires is voluminous output of questionable quality. Here's the thing, all of my dialog is between the same person. Many voices, many attitudes, many perspectives, but in the end: one person. If there was a pattern to the scenes I write, it goes something like:

Person A: I hate widgets.

Person B: I love widgets.

Person A: I see why you love widgets.

Person B: I see why you hate widgets.

Person A: Can we agree that we no longer have a strong opinion about widgets.

Person B: I suppose, that is the reasonable thing to do.

Person A: I can't help thinking life would be better if I had a strong opinion about widgets.

Person B: Me too. Too bad we don't.

Person A: Once you eat the apple 'ey?

Person B: Yep, there's no going back to paradise.

Which is to say: writing is mostly a place for me to evaluate my opinion on a situation only to discover that in the end I don't have a particularly strong one. This of course also makes my writing pretty far from dramatically compelling.

Yet I persist. Creation #16: was a three page scene wherein two characters discuss the absurdity of a writer writing about the creative process. The briefest of excerpts:

TOMMY: Really, Devon? This is what our conversations have become? You might as well ask me what sort of tree I wanna be.

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