What is truth?
I just finished the first draft of a new script and its been the most fun I’ve had in a while. I wanted to finish it by New Years, but 4-months vs. 3-months ain’t so bad.
Writing a comedy is much easier and less exhausting than an introspective, transcendental journey into the nether regions of my psyche. I mean that stuff is like taking a jack hammer to my mind, making a mess, and seeing what I have left at the end.
Whatever reason I had to wander the aisles of bookstores as an adolescent boy, I happened by chance one night upon a book by a writer, Antonin Artaud, whom I had never heard of before. However, as a young boy with the fire of revolution burning inside, I was quickly taken to the volatile literature contained within. As I read longer and saw what this man was doing, I decided, I was determined, that no French man would know more about the human soul than me.
But in challenging the mad French man I would come to develop the same debilitating disease which would be his end.
I have removed the boundaries between the physical and spiritual worlds, and done it so often, and traveled so freely between the light of the world and the dark alleys of my mind, that I no longer know what is real.
I have to remind myself that I am writing and dreaming up fantasies — I have to remind myself that they don’t exist. Sometimes my creative alter ego wants to take over and completely wipe out my reality.
It makes me dizzy and anxious and I feel like I’m losing my mind when this happens because I really believe that I am going crazy. I forget that its not real, or is it?
I’ll just stick to comedies from now on. Ben Stiller looks like a happy person 😉
P.S. Final draft will be up soon, and there’s a part for everyone, as long as you work for free 😀