Sooo call me morbid, but I kinda love the post-apocalyptic scenario when it comes to storytelling. TV shows, movies, books, I’m not picky. To be honest, I didn’t even realize how much I enjoyed post-apocalyptic stories until one of my friends pointed it out. So, since I seem drawn to such a dark realm of storytelling (although I’ve yet to try my hand at it when it comes to original writing), I thought I may as well suck you in along with me 🙂
My writing partner, Jess, and I have been doing this writing thing together for almost seven years now (although I’ve been writing since I could pick up a pen and kind of sort of spell lol). We started with a thriller novel, and then we tried our pens at screenwriting and found our passion.
Over the years, we’ve penned a few scripts – rough drafts, mind you hahaha, but we’ve gotten a few stories done, start to finish. We’ve learned a lot, made a ton of stupid newb mistakes, found our combined voice, and fantasized about selling our scripts and seeing our movies come to life. But one of the biggest lessons we’ve learned to date is a fairly recent revelation…
Lately my social feeds and favorite news sources have been flooded with headlines reflecting on the 20th anniversary of Harry Potter, and just reminiscing on my own personal history with the fandom has me all sorts of nostalgic. Anyone who knows me and my fangirl ways would probably just assume that I’m a HP fangirl, and although I am, that wasn’t always the case.
::cue dramatic music::
I was a teenager when Harry Potter became the it thing. I was also (and still am) a bit of a rebel, so although I loved to read, I refused to read the books simply because everyone else was reading them. I was sick of hearing my friends talk about them and decided to stubbornly stay as far away from the HP bandwagon as I could.
Until weeks before the release of the fifth book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
This past week marked the 20th anniversary of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the tv series). Although I enjoyed a variety of pop culture as a wee one, anything from Ghostbusters and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles to X-Men and the Superman movies, I didn’t get a true taste of fangirl obsession until Buffy the Vampire Slayer walked into my life (well, not literally, because then I would be dead from awesome overload). My BtVS obsession goes waaay back to the original movie starring Kristy Swanson and Luke Perry. I was in love with Luke Perry, thanks to Beverly Hills, 90210, which I watched with my mom. (Sidenote: although mom appreciated Luke Perry, her heart belonged to Jason Priestley.) I was only eight when the BtVS movie came out in 1992, but I was instantly hooked. Although I think, even back then, part of me knew this wasn’t cinema at its best lol. Still, Luke Perry was hot, Kristy Swanson was a girl who kicked major ass, and there were vampires! Lots and lots of vampires!
I was sick over New Year’s and sadly missed my scheduled NYE plans, but instead of moping and feeling sorry for myself, I decided to start a 3-night rewatch of The Lord of the Rings movies. The extended editions, of course, because I do not mess around with my fangirl faves.
I fell in love with The Lord of the Rings (LotR) by accident. I’d heard of the books of course, but had always kind of rebelled against them because long, and my mean 8th grade Algebra teacher had dogs named Bilbo and Frodo. I could not possibly like something that he enjoyed. And yet, years later when FotR was released and my dad picked up the VHS (yes, you read that right) at Acme on a whim…well, the rest, as they say, is history.