“So here is my dilemma – when you love a book and it has subsequently been movie-ized (esp. when you are pretty sure it’s been made into a made for DVD/B movie) do you risk tainting the memory of your beloved character to watch it, or do you pretend the whole thing never happened and move on with your life?”
Several weeks ago I faced this dilemma. You can read about it here. Not a BIG dilemma, but in the reality of my every day life, this is about as big as it gets (thankfully.) I’m following up with this post because, I’m sure it’s not a shock to anyone, but I DID ultimately borrow the movie from Netflix. It sat there in its red envelope for weeks and last night I finally decided I needed to either watch it, or send it back.
Saturday night TV is pretty meh, especially since When Calls the Heart isn’t on anymore, so I tore open the package and watched it.
Here’s what I thought for those who care to know.
1. It stayed very (I mean, VERY) close to the book. Good!
2. The film did not retain even a bit of the charm of the book. Bad.
Not every great book makes a great movie. Obviously.
I am glad I watched it. The movie was entertaining nonetheless and it left me with a strong desire to re-read the book. Good!
Earlier today I wrote some brief thoughts on what the term “Writer” means to me. (link here) I received several comments on that post and I was surprised to find that they tended to show two distinct views. I ended up thinking about this throughout the day and came to the following conclusion.
Writing seems to fall into two categories in my mind.
1. Writing as a Profession
2. Writing as a Passion
I AM passionate about writing.
My plate is SO full today with work and family and end of the week craziness that I. Do. Not. Have. Time. For. Writing.
Yet, here I am. Writing another blog post. I have a big party to attend tonight and I’m going to look like crap because my getting ready time is being spent here. Writing. Ah, c’est la vie. The thing is, my thoughts have been circling around my head all afternoon and well, I had to get it out.
Do I consider myself a Writer? Still no. Here is my reason why: The word “Writer” in my mind refers to someone whose profession is Writing. I.e. they make their living from it – or at least partial living from it. That is the definition of “Writer” that my mind accepts.
However, I do not claim that this is the only way a person can interpret the word “Writer” – obviously there are many whose views differ from mine. And I am totally Okay with that.
Let me say that again: I am totally Okay with and receptive to those whose views differ from mine. 🙂
Writing is a passion of mine, so in my mind, I am a writer with clarifications (lowercase “w”). However, I am not yet (and maybe never will be) a “Writer.”
Big X & Big O.
Bring it on.
This is so me.
I need advice:
On a rack of movies this morning at Walmart I noticed that one of my favorite books had been made into a movie – and I didn’t even know it! I confess, I missed a lot of things while living in India from 1999 to 2011, things like: The Bizarre Rise of the Kardashians, entire series of TV shows with cult followings like Lost, Alias and 24, as well as pretty much everything in the video game and cell phone arena.
However, according to Netflix, this movie came out in 2013. Obviously a straight to DVD situation.
So here is my dilemma – when you love a book and it has subsequently been movie-ized (esp. when you are pretty sure it’s been made into a made for DVD/B movie) do you risk tainting the memory of your beloved character to watch it, or do you pretend the whole thing never happened and move on with your life?
Inquiring minds want to know. I.e. me.
I go to bed alone. I wake up with a couple children plastered to my body. This is my life.
They’re girls, so they wake up talking. And by “talking” I mean: Asking Questions.
“What are we doing today?” If I had a nickle for every time I heard that…
This morning my eyes were still glued shut when I heard G. ask in an accusatory tone:
“Did you eat the cornbread?”
FYI: I never touched the cornbread.