I
am an awards show junkie.
Okay,
there, I’ve said it. It is the first step toward recovery.
I
love award shows, well, that’s not entirely true. I love certain award shows,
namely those that honor motion pictures. That means that tonight I am watching
the first show in the season, the Golden Globes (this show also honors
television work, but that’s okay, it makes for an interesting audience). I will
be watching the Screen Actors Guild (SAG) Awards next weekend and will
ultimately work my way to the crème a la crème, the Academy Awards most
commonly known as the Oscars!
Is
it the glitz and the glamour? Well, maybe, but I think mostly it is the
honoring of the craft of creative arts. For those of you who read my blog in its
previous life, you know that I have a semi-secret wish. I would love to be a
screenwriter. As a writer, it would have been a dream come true. Let me explain.
I see the scenes in my stories as you would see the scenes of a movie. They
flash before my eyes like they are rolling across a big screen and then come
out the tips of my fingers. It’s a delightful experience, except when it occurs
in my dreams, over and over again.
If
you have been reading my series, Legends of Graham Mansion, you know that in
the second book, AMBITION, there is a scene in the book where David Graham is
at a grave in the pouring rain. This scene came to me in a dream. I wasn’t
quite that far in the writing of the story, but it kept visiting me each night
until one night I just got up and wrote it and poof! I never had that dream
again. In that book, word for word is a description of how that scene played
out in my head. It is that simple.
So,
I have been blessed to see these wonderful characters and stories that I have
been writing like my own private movies. I guess that makes me feel a kinship
to those creative people who take the words of talented writers and bring them
to life on the screen, whether big or small. The actors and actresses, the
directors and cinematographers, but, most of all, the screenwriters who create
the stories that take you on a journey to another life.
I
admit that the beautiful dresses and sleek tuxedos are dazzling as they pass
down the long red carpet. Seeing the actors and actresses as closer to the real
people they actually are and watching their faces as they wait for those
life-changing words, “and the winner is,” is exciting. It’s all a grand
illusion and over in a few short hours. But, it’s the stuff dreams are made of
and maybe that’s what attracts me most of all. Dreams, we all have them,
whether we are willing to admit it or not. They become are friends or enemies
depending on how far we are willing to go to make them come true.
My
dream screenplay for my blockbuster film would most likely be a heartwarming
story with a dab of humor and at least one good cry. It would star Meryl Streep
and Tom Hanks with a long list of supporting actors that you all know and love
and a few new faces, just getting their start. It would be filmed in Virginia,
of course, because it is for Film Lovers. It would be directed by a cutting
edge director who could see the story as I dreamed it and make it even better
than I imagined. And, the score of the film would have a delightful cornucopia
of music including at least, you know what’s coming, one selection sung by
Elvis Presley.
So,
now that I have made my confession. I encourage all of you to watch those award
shows in the next few weeks. Culminating with the Oscars on Sunday, March 2.
Experience the glitz and glamour, the anticipation, learn about all of the
movies that you missed when they graced the big screen, but will soon have the
opportunity to watch via the wonders of DVD or video streaming.
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