Be Like Mike
Shannon and I went to bed at the same time last night. Its a rarity, and before you start whispering to yourselves about the nature of our relationship or worse yet our sex life, its a rarity simple because I’m usually watching TV or computing and Shannon’s batteries can only make it till 10:30PM. Its true. You can watch her eyelids shut as she falls asleep. She can’t help it. She’s like a kitten who can’t hold their head up they are so tired. It doesn’t stop being cute, either.
“Damn,” I said, lying on my back.
“Mmmmm?” she replies, curled facing away from me.
“Fucking Aaron Sorkin,” I said.
“Hmmmm?”
“He always inspires me.”
“Let me guess you want to be on a sketch comedy show now?”
Oh, the quick wit.
Its not a secret, or a well kept one, that part of the reason I am where I am today is because of Aaron Sorkin’s work on the West Wing. It was inspired and it inspired me. After watching the first episode of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip last night, I must admit he has inspired me again.
Fucker.
Writing. WRITING! Its always been this… thing hanging over my head. Asking to be done. Asking to be exercised. And I don’t. Sure there’s the blog. Sure there’s my work writing (which has been abysmal). But there is a part of me that’s till wants to write a book. Or a comic. Or a short story. Movie. TV. Play.
I ignore the feelings. I ignore the urge or when it comes along I transfer it to blogging or reading or watching TV. I avoid it. I put it on the someday pile.
So watching Aaron Sorkin makes me want to write. Which is strange because its not like I could ever be as good or better than him. I could never be one-fifth of him. Its in the same realm of me watching an old Micheal Jordan game and suddenly wanting to become a basketball player. He has a voice. A style that is unmistakable, even amidst imitators. I guess I want a voice too.
Fuckin’ Sorkin.
