Recollection
I've recently read a collection of interviews from a Korean movie portal site, CINE21. They interviewed some of the best screenplay writers currently working in the South Korean film industry. It was a very interesting read for me, since writing scripts is the most practical thing an 'aspiring' film maker can do that doesn't involve budgeting nor a crew of more than three. Don't remember which of the writers gave this advice, but he/she suggested that keeping a journal/diary can be helpful to writers.
I agree, so, here I am writing away. And the added bonus of doing this via this medium (the Internet) would be that I will be aware of your presence, which would force me to elaborate enough to make some sense out of my meanderings.
Creating an amusing narrative is one thing, but capturing an emotional state, an experience so unique that it could have only come from something so real and direct as the person that has actually experienced and felt it.... I think that's what keeping a journal could provide to a writer. Unless they're written, hopefully translated well into words, these emotions and experiences would most likely never be recalled again. I may be able to explain what has resulted from those events, but I would have much difficulty explaining what they were and where they originated.
Of course, I'm talking about minute details here, like how today I went to check the mailbox with my nephew at 9:00 pm, walking a short distance, shouting 'Yu-gi-oh' with a chipmunk voice to represent the child version of Yu-gi-oh and a deeper voice to represent the more machismo version of him. And how this made my nephew crack up, giggling like how a five year old would, and how I felt as if I've succeeded into tricking my nephew into thinking that I actually knew something about Yu-gi-oh when I only assumed that from a Yu-gi-oh magazine that illustrated a deformed version of Yu-gi and the normally proportioned version of Yu-gi. And how my nephew didn't stare at me with eyes that said, "Are you stupid? Today's Sunday." How I took for granted what a relief it was to not have to explain to someone that I knew today was Sunday and that I didn't check the mail yesterday. And how my nephew sat beside me while checking the mail and how he found an advertisement with a plastic card that he insisted was a Yu-gi-oh card. And how he formed a tiny smile on his face when I told him it wasn't, which made my going through a rather boring pile of mails much more fun knowing my nephew's having fun with even the most mundane things like mails, which again reminded me of how kids are: pure, imaginative, and playful.
I will never remember all that by next year, I'm sure.
- Posted by chanhee
- October 29, 2006
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