So, last night, my daughter and I went to see a horror movie, and it was something like the 6th or 7th in the series. Slasher movies rarely make sense, or have a meaningful plot- to me– I don’t know how others feel about it. I’ve learned a lot in the past three years about writing and editing- those things change over time and a writer must keep up.
I’m in the middle of writing Gemini Deiux V, and editing as I go, to make sure the plot stays on target with no tangents. I thought going to the movies would be a great break. Keeping up with the tradition of watching this particular set of movies with my daughter, and doing something fun, should keep me on track, right? Let me come back to it with fresh eyes?
Uhm, no. Now, I’m analyzing the movie and the plot. Scenes that should have been added because the timeline jumped in one particular place that needed a segue, the moral of the story that beat me (as the viewer) over the head as much as the characters beat up the antagonist, and there were places where I just laughed. It was implausible.
And I sat there eating my popcorn thinking-Dear gods! I’m editing this! Just enjoy the movie, Susanna.
Yet, today, I’m still trying to sort out the details that didn’t make sense, the new piece of canon added, and how the writers changed the antagonist. The bad guy did things that were not his MO. Everything I thought I knew went right out the window.
I loved the prologue, I did. I loved the fact that the side characters actually starred in the show. But, I still feel like I would not have written them that way- knowing what I know about the series.(But who am I?)
I haven’t read for fun in a while. Mainly, I when I read for someone else, it’s to edit their work. If I weren’t in the middle of writing a story myself, I might pick up a book and fall into the story.
Now, I’m not saying I’m perfect. I’m not, by any means. I’m saying that I hate not being able to turn that little switch off in my mind and just enjoy the art. I’ve spent so much time trying to write better, to tell a good story, and working on others’ in the same position, that I’ve forgotten how to just enjoy it.
Does this happen to anyone else? Are you able to sit down and enjoy a favorite pastime without seeing perceived flaws?