Remember being little and begging for stories? I never had enough. Even when I learned to read, there weren’t enough books around to keep me entertained to my satisfaction. It’s one of the reasons I discovered I loved writing. If the world can’t keep me entertained, I can do it myself.
I really do tell myself stories. You might call it day dreaming, but sometimes I even write them down and print them out so I can take them with me and read them at breakfast, or just before I go to sleep, or sitting outside in the backyard swing.
I still ask people for stories sometimes, too, when I think I can get away with it and wheedle one of out them. Imagine my excitement then, when I discover that one of my friends thinks so much like me, he can actually make up stories that I find even better than my own. (Isn’t that a sort of narcissistic statement!)
Better yet is the fact that he turns his into little videos complete with dialogue, music and realistic sets! I wait for these like some people wait for Harry Potter. Always good, they are becoming artistic expressions whose quality rivals that of some mainstream films.
Taste in subject matter is very personal, but exquisitely detailed films can be appreciated universally. It is what differentiates simple entertainment from archival quality artistic creations.
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