As High As I Can Reach

Presently, there are no words to describe the creative high I am experiencing. I've always been one to take on a number of projects and see which has staying power and which will run out of gas, but lately, they all seem promising. I offer a massive thank you to everyone who I've networked with, begun a collaboration with, or otherwise worked with over the last few months. Because of what we've accomplished together and what I've been able to do on my own, I've never felt better about my abilities than I do right now.

But am I satisfied? Far from it. I still have much to learn if I want to reach higher still and achieve my dreams, lofty as they are.

You see, observing the actors rehearse my work in Florida caused an itch to form in my creative brain that writing prose has not been able to scratch. I've been lucky enough to start a project with game developer to write my favorite type of game but even that isn't where my heart truly is. I want to write for the screen, whether it be movies or television shows.

There is something beyond magical that happens when I see what an actor can do with one of my characters. Even the majority of the characters of my short-lived radio play resonated with me profoundly. The feeling was sort of like meeting an old friend you haven't seen for a while and then discovering that they've taken on some traits you never noticed before. It is nostalgic but fresh as well. Familiar and strange yet in a way that brings a smile to my face.

I can't get enough of it!

I am eager to see what comes of the characters and world I am working on for Bio's Remnant, but a large part of my soul will yearn for a time when I have the right people in my network to turn the television ideas currently in development (shout out to Sam, Samantha, and Christa, respectively) into fully filmed and produced pilots. I realize the odds against such things, sure, so I don't require any lectures. I will always be one who separates his eggs out into different baskets.

 Maybe it is fitting that both TV notions currently in development are science-fiction projects. I feel as if I am reaching for the stars. Maybe I'll ride a fictional ship out of my imagination into the figurative stars. Only time (as relative as it is) will tell.

~Matt

Obligatory Inaugural Post-ish

Happy 2014, and greetings!

When one creates the inaugural blog post of a brand new and remarkably promising writing space, he goes big, does he not? Or does he go minimalist and hope for the best? I've seen it done every which way the human mind can fathom and have decided to follow along with everyone else. Familiarity breeds popularity, as they say.

Which means that this paragraph (number two for my math aficionados out there) is going to be boring. Horrendously so, by all accounts, since this is the obligatory 'My Name Is' paragraph. Which is Matthew, as it happens. Weeden is my last name, but no, I am not the artist by the name of Matt Weeden of some fame and accomplishment. Though, I am willing to wager there is some sort of relation here or there. We can safely assume there isn't exactly a teeming number of Weedens traipsing about.

Aside from my name, the other tangibles include my age, profession, and biographical highlights. All of which are relatively unimportant to you, the reader of this blog, as the second item of that list has not been fully realized. You see, I am an aspiring writer who has achieved only middling success despite being knowledgeable, talented, and - as you can plainly see - having the proper ego. That's right. Ego. Don't let too many of us writing folk convince you that we carry a hefty bag of humble with us as we force our words upon you. If we didn't have ourselves convinced that you simply have to hear what we have to say then we wouldn't go through what we do in order to get those words to your eyes.

Ah yes. You were wondering if I had any children. Okay, maybe you weren't but I do, and she is currently 4 years old. Her name is Nora Jessica and is the real reason I sit at home dreaming up ways to entertain you. My loving spouse and I decided that we wanted to live a bit simpler with only one of us officially working so that the other could rear our child the way one should be. That spouse is Angie, and I am still pleased that she went to work so that I could spend time I'll never get back with the greatest little person in the world.

Cheesiness will undoubtedly continue unperturbed in future blog posts at this location, so be warned. I am a father and a husband first, writer second, and unabashed seeker of the next best story to round out my list of Things That Boil My Water. Or floats my boat, as most people say.

I'm not most people.

So there it is, a blog post that accomplishes nothing aside from destroying the wretched blank space that was once created by my willingness to create an account. And maybe chasing away any respective readers.

Regardless, welcome to War of the Words, my first official blog and the future home of Things You Must Read.

~Matthew A. Weeden