Facebooking Rick Springfield
(and Other Scattered Musings of a Writer)
by Jessica Park
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2010 by Jessica Park
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Introduction: Am I the best, most knowledgeable Rick Springfield fan out there? I’ll be honest: No. Not really. I do not know all the gritty details of his life the way that some fans do. But what I lack in messy specifics, I like to think that I make up for with enthusiasm. Look, should I win the lottery, I’d probably follow him around on tour and plaster my house with expensive memorabilia. And obviously my ass would be on that Rick Springfield Cruise every November. But until then, the advantage of being a writer is that I have a decent imagination, and my fantasy Rick life placates my need for, you know, actual encounters with the cherished one. I’m pretty content to worship him from afar. So here is a collection of blogs that I’ve done (now expanded), most of which have a focus on the most charming rock god of all, Rick Springfield. The few that are not entirely Rick-centered are still funny, but less insane.
Wine and Whine: I Like ‘Em Both
You know what I’m really good at? Whining. Seriously, I love it. I’m great at complaining and pitching dramatic fits. You may think it’s super lame of me to admit this, but I‘m a grown-up now (supposedly), and you should take my admission as an indicator of my being terribly self-aware and comfortable in my own skin.
I’m particularly good at whining about the writing process. Every author has a different approach to writing, and while I picture other authors easily coming up with storylines, characters, and scintillating plot elements in a deep, thoughtful, and polite manner, I’m the complete opposite. My process involves lots of wailing, storming around the house, complaining that I’m miserable and useless and will never get an idea to translate from my messed up brain into any understandable Word document.
I like to think that these displays make me the proverbial tortured writer and are signs of my being a true artist. I suppose I’m just a high-maintenance drama queen. Whatever. I’ve convinced myself that while words flow easily for every other writer (those evil people who write thirty pages a day without blinking), I am the one exception to the rule. I whine and struggle and flop myself onto the bed in desperation. Writing is work. Yes, some days are really fun, and I barely get up from the computer to acknowledge the real world. But there are a lot of days that are rough.
I like to write cleanly as I go because the editing process is already enough work without adding to it through sloppy sentences and useless dialogue. So that might slow me down some. But it gives me another excuse to whine. “I can’t do this! This book sucks! I’m a failure and will never amount to anything! I don’t wanna do this! I hate this stupid scene!”
Now, you may think whining is unproductive and childish, but it actually serves a purpose: If I’m whining about a scene that I don’t want to write, that tells me something. The best piece of advice my mother ever gave me was that if I didn’t want to write it, nobody would want to read it. She’s right.