My Tyler Durden: Writing for the sake of writing

From the looks of it, this blog is suffering. Potential causes of death include: neglect and writer’s block. We’re supposed to be writing about writing. But how can we write about writing when we’re (mostly me) not writing? I feel like Hank Moody. Yes, I’ve been watching Californication. Instead of writing, I watch TV. Instead of writing, I read the Sookie Stackhouse Series and wonder how I got sucked into the world of vampires named Bill and Eric. I didn’t want to be one of those True Blood people. I made fun of those True Blood people. But then, well, all one has to do, really, is look at Alexander Skarsgard, and realize that life before that beautiful piece of meat was not much of a life at all. But I digress…this still isn’t me writing about writing. It’s just me writing. And, I think that’s what a blog is supposed to be about, right? Writing for the sake of writing? Writing for the sake of Julia Child and X amount of recipes in 365 days.

The other day, sitting in my yard, Sookie Stackhouse Book Number 2 in hand, I decided that I’d write a story about vampires. After finishing Book 2, I decided that the last thing I ever wanted to do was write a story about vampires. What’s so special about them anyway? Better yet, what’s so special about all of those Twilight people? I know, I know. This is starting to sound like one of those True Blood fans VS Twilight fans debates. But, I promise, dear readers (if anyone’s reading), it is not. I’m guilty. I’ve read the Twilight series. I’d take Harry Potter any day, but we’ll save Harry for later (maybe another day). But the movies? Come on. They’re awful. Beyond awful. I can’t say that the books are life changing. They’re not. But, there’s something about quick, trashy, summer reads that I’ve always liked. However, those trashy summer reads shouldn’t always be made into movies. Especially, when the actors in said movies leave me wondering where all the Paul Newman’s and Robert Redford’s have gone.

What is this? A blog about movies and Robert Pattinson’s god-awful acting or is this a blog for writers? Obviously, it’s about the god-awful acting. No. No. I take it back. Let’s try to stay on point this time.

I’d never write a story about vampires. I’d never write a story about werewolves either. There’s too much pressure when it comes to sci-fi and fantasy. I mean, you’re responsible for creating this world, and…what happens when no one wants to be a part of your world? Do you go back to writing trashy romance novels? Are those easier to pen…type? And which is better? The keyboard or the pen? The typewriter or the laptop? Do you write in pen or pencil? Do you listen to music? Do you search for the perfect song?

I like the keyboard. But then again, I also like the pen. Music is important. The song makes all the difference. Right now, Ryan Bingham and I are wondering where we can find a place for the weary kind. Music is good inspiration.

But, back to the vampires and trashy romance novels… Most of the time, I write about addicts. I’m not an addict. Not by any means. But, I write about these self-destructive male addicts. First person narration. These guys are royal fuck-ups. I blame Chuck Palahnuik. Do you like Chuck Palahnuik? Would you say he’s a decent writer? The voice of some generation? Or, would you say that Chuck Palahnuik writes, essentially, the same novel over and over again? Does each of his characters have a little narrator or Tyler Durden in them?

Speaking of Tyler Durden, do you think there’s a little Tyler Durden in all of us? My Tyler Durden writes daily. He wakes up at a decent hour and writes for, at least, two hours. The words just flow. He can’t help himself. My Tyler Durden doesn’t hate group workshops as much as me. He respects the opinions of others and takes criticisms rather well. My Tyler Durden looks exactly like Brad Pitt, even though Brad and I look nothing alike… even though I’m female. Maybe my Tyler Durden should look like Angelina Jolie.

Robert Pattinson. Brad Pitt. Angelina Jolie. Where would we be without our beloved celebrities? Where would we be without this pop culture? Is pop culture American culture? I can’t help but think so. We’re all Andy Warhol. Everyone wants their 15 minutes. Is this blog mine?