Finding Forrester, Some Hip Indie Writer, and Independence Day

So I watched Finding Forrester for the first time a couple of days ago. Yeah, it was pretty good. I think on a scale from 1-10, I'd give it a 7ish. Above average, but not totally amazing. For those of you that haven't seen it, it's about a black kid from the Bronx, and he's a pretty smart chap, but he hides his book-smarts from his street-smart friends. Anyways, he meets Sean Connery who turns out to be a famous writer and the black kid loves writing too and yada, yada, yada. Sheesh, I really hate writing about crap like this. Like I'm a real film critic or something. I'm kind of just an average guy who likes movies.

But on the realsies. Writing. A lot of the time, when I try to write something, I attempt to make it sound like something that has some... I dunno. I try to sound all... Well, I can't really think of the exact word so much as the exact picture that's in my head. Sometimes when I think of writing something, I kind of try to feel like I'm a classy guy with prescription wayfarers from NYC trying to make money from his cramped studio apartment littered with books and some indie furniture that he spent too much money on. I don't know why he does it. Why he buys expensive furniture. He doesn't really have people over. I mean, he'll have a friend or two every now and then, but since there's not much to do, no t.v. or whatever, they'll usually go out anyways. Because, you know, NYC is a big place, lots to do. Go to the park or something. Window shop at things they can't buy. But yeah, he's kind of got a fan base, but it doesn't really leave much money after he's used his earnings to pay his bills and for his thrice-a-day lattes. The guy dresses like indie hipsters do. Eff, he should really watch where he spends his money. Gets his inspiration from that little artiste in his head who's going through all the same crap he's going through. Like a microcosm of his own life, all up in there in his noodle. Yeah, and he's got a MacBook, which he doesn't really need, it's just kind of the 'thing' to have or to do or to whatever. Like, he's only writing, right? So all he needs is a word processor and the internet to look up fancy synonyms for simple words like 'however,' or 'amateur.' Yeah, he's got iTunes on it with all of his underground, electronic music. But really, he could just as easily have iTunes on a PC that doesn't cost nearly as much, you know? But hey, it's still an artsy kind of computer, I guess. Hm, artsy, artsy guy. *sigh* Yeah, that's kind of the picture I get.

...mmhm.

Oh! That's right. What was that crap about that movie you were talking about? Well, there was this scene where Sean Connery says that the only way to write is to write. When you first start writing, that's all you do. You don't think. Just write. Then, you look through what you've just spilled out and fix the puddle of word vomit that it is. So that's what I'm trying out. It's a lot more fun this way, I think. Just food for thought. Okay, now you try.

Oh, and merry 4th of July. I don't really care about it, honestly. Not that I don't love America or whatever.