I have a nasty habit of not listening to people.
Let me explain …
I love collaboration. Nothing excites me more as a writer than getting notes, reading other’s thoughts and suggestions, seeing my work through someone else’s eye and discovering how much more it can be. The rewrite process is much better when you have people to bounce your ideas off of. So, when it comes to working with others, I play nice.
It’s only when someone tells me what I CAN’T do that I tend to tune them out.
For example, when I wrote my first screenplay in 2004, well-meaning friends familiar with the Business of Show told me that’s what I’d be for the rest of my career: a screenwriter. So imagine their surprise when I decided to write a play! Well, they said, you can write features and maybe a play or two, but that’s really your limit. That’s all you’re supposed to do. Features, plays, that’s it. Be happy with that, okay? Okay.
Then I wrote my full-length novel, Martuk … the Holy. And The Martuk Series, an ongoing collection of Short Fiction based on Martuk … the Holy (currently being adapted into graphic novels), after that.
By now, these well-meaning friends — who really are sincerely lovely people I truly adore — weren’t quite sure what box to place me in. Was I a screenwriter, a playwright, an author of Literary Horror? Some Frankenstein-like amalgamation of all of them? Which was it, really, because all this hopscotching across literary borders was getting annoying.
Well, I asked, why can’t I be EVERYTHING all rolled into ONE?
It was a reality they had to accept. And with the industry changing so rapidly over the last several years, my dog-eared passport to the Land of Many Genres is nothing new, my journeys now more often than not spent standing shoulder -to-shoulder with a veritable mob of Writers as we move between features, edgy cable series, plays, fiction, non-fiction, more features, and advertiser-friendly Network sitcoms.
Which brings me to my next stop: a sitcom.
Something I truly thought I’d never do, to be honest, most of my work testing the limits of human experience, my characters often hitting rock bottom before tunneling even further into the dark. But there it is! A happy, funny, sweet, sincere sitcom any Network would be lucky to get its hands on.
(Hey, Relentless Optimism, it’s good to see you!)
So if you write, write. Don’t let form or convention or anyone with a half-assed opinion hinder how you decide to express yourself. You may have to shift gears quickly — I’ll spend the morning writing and rewriting snappy sitcom dialogue only to take a quick lunch break before seeing the afternoon disappear in a prose-heavy recreation of 5th century views of religion in Constantinople for the bloody, violent sequel to Martuk.
But hey, unless you can give me a Why to the Whats you decide I can and can’t do, I’ll continue translating the insanity my imagination insists on throwing at me.