Before I became a filmmaker I was a writer, and writing is really what inspired me to go into the world of film and translate the stories in my head into tangible pieces of art. While I originally intended for this blog to be solely about my life as a filmmaker, I cannot ignore that my life as a writer heavily intertwines, especially since I would love to write my own scripts in the future.
It is November, which means it is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). I have been participating in this month’s writer-ly festivities since the age of 13 and I am in no way going to stop now, despite the fact that I am now in college and running on about -24% brainpower most of the time.
But instead of writing a novel this year, my goal is to go on a different kind of journey. I hope to produce a series of works including poems, essays, scripts, and short stories, dealing with a number of themes: anxiety, depression, failure, and relationships. This collection of works I have decided to call Confessions of a Serial Human Being. Call me a weird-ass writer if you want for that title, but I aspire that it will make sense at the end of this month.
Throughout the course of November I will be sharing pieces of my writing on this blog. Below is an introduction to this journey.