2:30 am revelation:
There’s all these stories and worlds that I really, really like, and I try my hardest to capture some of that magic in my own work, but even if I love them, sometimes they just aren’t thy type of story I’m supposed to write.
Like, I would love to create something like Adventure Time - sprawling open world with limitless possibilities, a varied cast of characters that can each star in their own little tales, a sense of carefree wackiness with underlying peril - but I just can’t. I completely lack the capacity for that level of zaniness, for one, and I’ve never been adept at writing things that are funny. And basically all of the stories I tell are self-contained (not to mention often pretty short, since my writing style is very condensed as a whole), and very frank about their worldviews and themes. Whenever I try to create a similar world, it just…becomes Adventure Time. I just can’t distill exactly what I want to out of it without bringing the entire show along for the ride.
But anyway. What I mean to say is that I shouldn’t feel upset when the world I’m making doesn’t capture the same feeling as another, because I’m not making this other world, I’m making mine, and the story I’m telling will always be different from the story they’re telling because I’m me, and it’ll grow in to its own over time. I just need to be more patient, I guess.
