Saturday, October 28, 2006

Method Acting

It's been almost ten years since I graduated from Buffalo State College of the State University or New York. Many things have changed. I have changed. The only thing that remains the same is that I still write the occassional song when I'm inspired. However my guitar is no longer my best friend like it was a dozen years ago. Nowadays it is often neglected in the corner of my room.

Majoring in Philosophy back then didn't give me many job prospects but I did work at the radio station and write jingles and scripts for ads. I was majoring in broadcast copywriting before I got sidetracked into taking too many philosophy classes. When the 1997 financial crisis came I was forced to graduate, get a job or come home. I had enough credits in Philosophy to declare it as my major and graduate so that's what I did. If I had waited another semester or two I could have declared a major in both advertising and philosophy. That would have been a better deal. But necessity breeds invention and things haven't turned out too bad. I am running my own trading company now. Degrees don't mean a thing in the real world anyhow unless you want to work for somebody and more often that not it still doesn't mean a thing. Being self-employed is so much better.

I have stated writing again. Short stories, songs, crappy poetry and now I have something that could turn into a full length book. In fact I have too many ideas and too little time. All I need is to cultivate a little discipline and all things can be done.

The premise for the story I am working on now is: Does art imitate life or does life imitate art? What happens when a method actor analyses so deeply the motivations and emotions of the character he is trying to portray in order to personify him with psychological realism and emotional authenticity and loses himself completely to the character?

What if you lose yourself to conformity, discard your dreams and wake up to find out that you are in your worst nightmare?

Why spend your whole life trying to 'find' yourself when you probably won't like what you see when you find it?

All the characters I write about are pretty dark but no matter how dark it gets it doesn't matter because your eyes will adjust to the darkness and you will see things you didn't see before.