In my venture to rewrite Event Horizon (well underway, by the way), I've stumbled upon a bit of a realization.
I've become fascinated with the love story.
Not the love story in the classic, boy-meets-girl sense; I'm more interested in the small nuisances of relationships: the why, the how, and the possibilities of chance. If an arguments between two characters makes for interesting narrative in a story, then I'm interested in exploring the narrative as a means of uncovering the root cause of said argument.
I've avoided the love story in my fiction. I've secretly dabbled with it from time to time, but have never crafted a narrative based solely around the love story. It's difficult to properly do. Event Horizon was not intended to be a love story. Then when I finished it and read the first draft, I realized that, yes, it was most definitely a love story. And I think a damn good one at that.
I've been inspired by music more than anything. Evanescence, Lifehouse, Creed, Buckcherry (!?), Hootie and the Blowfish, Alanis Morissette, Fuel, Elton John, Counting Crows, Boston... the list goes on, but I've found a ton of inspiration in my favorite music. Many of the raw, emotional concepts presented by these artists have generated ideas for short fiction. I only recently have begun to seriously consider writing a legitimate love story. I intend on my second English 313 workshop story to be a short-piece love story to test the waters of my writing.
Perhaps it is that I am so purposely loveless myself that I find the concept so intriguing to explore. I don't mean to sound desperate or lonely or emo, as I know I have lots of opportunity in front of me, including many recent female interests... but in the end, I find that I work better by studying love as a concept, not by practicing it.
Weird, aren't I?
B3 out.
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