I've been contemplating whether I should start blogging again for a while now. I've have this idea that I'll be a reclusive, bearded writer when I'm older. I'll live in a rural Japanese mountain town with my third wife, Aiko or something, and my koi fish. But before all of that can happen, I have to write. For the last year or so, I have been learning to produce. I learned in my final semester of college that I should be able to write and produce as a journalist in the internet age. I received an internship at MTV News and ran with the opportunity.
I've learned a lot from camera angles to editing. In fact, I can't even enjoy TV as a normal person anymore. I only see how the footage was edited. What questions the producer asked. What sounds were enhanced in the audio mix. This is a good and bad thing though. I mean it hurts to know that MJ and Larry Bird weren't really making those shots. I have noticed that my writing skills have diminished, however. I can still bang out a news piece in an hour, but I feel that I've lost my writing voice. It's all "Just the facts, ma'am." Everything I write feels boring and bland.
I went into journalism school a headstrong, pen-blazing maverick and left an anal pencil pushing copy editor. My professor once compared me to Hunter S. Thompson! Granted, I didn't know who that was at the time, but now that I do.... shit what a compliment! I have a lot to live up to.
My producer/mentor offered me his extra ticket to the Glow in the Dark Tour Wednesday, and he also dropped some knowledge on a young padawan - this blog offers a variety of Star Wars references from a writer who thinks the movies are lame and has only sat through one.
He asked me if I write everyday. I replied that I didn't. I told him that I was busy with the show that we were working on, and, while that's the truth, it felt like an excuse. He told me that if I wanted to be a writer I should write everyday.
I already knew as much, but he also told me I was just a good writer and should stick to producing. He also thought that a colleague of mine was a better writer. While I agree with the later, the former pissed me off a little.
But I guess it was the extra push that I needed to recognize my awesomeness. So in order to find where my swag's at and get my focus back, I'm going to restart a Strawberry Milkshake in a Snow Storm!