Radiation Level: One Thousand, Eight Hundred and Fifty
Listening To: Something by Chopin
I’m doing research for my spec pilot and have to admit I’m a bit nervous. Not really sure why. I guess the premise is a little out of my comfort zone. (I’ll fill you in when I get it more developed) Then today, as I was driving to Bar Method class, I had THE TWINGE.
SFX: Dun, dun, dun DAH.
What exactly is the twinge? It is a deep yearning. A long longing. Not for cheeseburgers. Not for Chipotle beef tacos. Not to max my Visa at Anthropologie. Not for a glass of wine. Not to see my dear friend BurlesqueGirl who’s currently living on the bottom of the planet. My lust was for something else:
to write a script in the 19th century.
SFX: Lightning striking
If you know my work, you know I have three scripts set in the 1800’s. Three. This is precisely why my writing career isn’t making me fiscally envied. This is precisely why I wrote my most recent script Fallout Girl. And this is precisely why I must resist THE TWINGE at all costs.
SFX: Two swords clanging
Something happens to me when I start to ponder the nineteenth century. My imagination takes off like a fiery steed and doesn’t stop for 110 pages.
SFX: Pounding horse hooves
I love those kooky, repressed Victorians with all their Christiandom and uncomfortable, harmful clothing.
SFX: Bodice ripping
I even love the way they misunderstood science and even how the scientists of the time period took the Bible as literal fact. I love the importance of a person’s character. And I love that so many things – the universe, the earth, the human body – were all a giant, delicious mystery waiting to be unraveled.
I don’t believe in “reincarnation” but if I did, I could make a good argument that my past life was in England in the 1850’s . When I visit London, I feel a certain peace, almost as if I’m home.
SFX: Ghostly shrill children’s voices singing “London Bridges Falling Down”
Ay, me. Hold on while I loosen my electric corset.
SFX: Deep exhale
I guess for me, the 19th century is an escape. Like a video game or smoking pot is for others. It is the fun place to which I retreat and oh, the clothes!
But today, I will not go there, not in my mind, not even my finger tips will type anything into the Google search engine if it doesn’t exist in the third millennium. I will stay in the present and focused on twenty ten. And the state of my bank account. Though I do fancy some laudanum, a nice claret and a black pudding…