The beginning is the hardest part to write. Endings come easy, and depending on who the author is, can be filled with hope, promise, and a fulfillment only appreciated after taking the journey. The ending is the reason we tell the story in the first place. Tomorrow, my son will turn one.
Where to begin?
I am firmly in the second act of my life’s story, the “Complications” or “Rising Action.” I’m a fan of the five act structure–mainly, so I can live longer–but also because I feel it’s the best way to get to the heart of the matter: my dénouement (or “catastrophe” for those of you who want to see me go out with a “bang.”) T3 though? No, he’s in Act One, the “Exposition.”
If one year of parenting has taught me anything, it is that the beginning can be just as exciting as the end, or the middle for that matter. My son teaches me new things about myself every day–it’s a little frightening. But it has made me a better person, and a better writer. I now understand the feeling one gets when a whole other compartment of your heart, that you didn’t even know was there, fills up with an endless supply of unconditional love. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to keep that perfect little boy safe. My life changed forever on June 8th, 2012.
They are perfect, you know. Our children. They’re made that way. And, as I see it, it is our job as parents to ensure they reach adulthood with as little “baggage” as possible. Heroes with troubled pasts can help make for an exciting read, but not our children. He should reach Act Two without so much as a broken bone…if only, right?
My wife has decided that his birthday party should have a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme as he’s quite the fan of Mickey. So we’re having a “hot dog, hot dog, hot-digidy-dog” hot dog bar with condiments and potato salad. I’m excited about the potato salad, and the few hotlinks I will be sneaking onto the grill. And my son won’t remember it.
C’est la vie.
My act two has had an influx of rising action lately, as I said a few days ago, I’ve been writing a lot. I submitted the spec script to several television production companies with the hope of earning a place in one of their writing programs. I’m optimistic. My friend, who’s working for a small independent production company, has asked me to write the script for a remake they are doing of a 70’s cult classic–to go unnamed for now–assuming they can get the rights. It’s a “if we get paid, you get paid” kind of gig, but I like the challenge of reinventing something for a contemporary audience. It’s going to be fun. Also, I’m almost completely done the “outlining” and “thinking” stage of the next pilot I’m writing, so I’ll tell y’all more about “Eden” soon.
As for my “climax,” “falling action,” and “resolution?” No one knows when they will die, or how–I just hope that one of the last things I see is my son’s smiling face. Because whether my life takes a turn I’m unprepared for, or not–I will die a proud father, and that I’m okay with.