I was just having one of those moments where I realized I’m tweeting so much, I might as well blog. So here I go.
In case you didn’t know it, Sex and the City started as a book. A really terrible book. I got about three chapters in and couldn’t finish it. (Of course, it didn’t help that I kept flipping through, looking for signs of Richard Wright, either.) I read the reviews on Amazon after I gave up and it seemed like most people agreed with me, adding that the creators/writers/etc. must have been geniuses to have turned out such a show. (I couldn’t agree more. I mean, have you seen Michael Patrick King’s new show, Two Broke Girls? It’s my new favorite…hilarious!) (I love you, Kat Dennings!)
Since then, Candace Bushnell has written a bunch of other books, including two prequels to SatC–The Carrie Diaries and Summer and the City. Believe me, I would have loved to have read them in order, but the latter came from the library on Cedar and the other one is still coming from the library in Frankenmuth. *sigh*
Anyway, SuatC starts with Carrie fresh out of high school. She’s landed a spot in one of The New School’s¹ summer writing seminars and it goes on about her struggles with writing (which get better), men, friends who think she’s become an egotistical bitch, parties and whether to actually go home and then attend Brown in the fall. It was a pretty interesting read, involving Carrie moving in with Samantha (whom she knows through [Sam’s] cousin), meeting and befriending Miranda and–at the very end–meeting Charlotte. Very early hints of the show we know, to be certain. (Turns out that a guy that shows up in season one–possibly even in the pilot–Carrie went to school with. And lost her virginity to.)
Of course, I couldn’t help thinking about Richard Wright and what he would have been doing at the time. (The book didn’t specify what year it was, just that it was “the eighties”.) If Richard is about the same age as Samantha, and Sam was about 24/25…well, it just makes me wonder if he was “finding himself” in the same sort of way the girls were (Sam was in advertising, after all) or if, by that age, he was already halfway to being a hotel tycoon.
“Watching” Carrie work so frantically on her play made me reflect on my writing. Carrie wrote for hours, hardly stopping to go to bed sometimes. Of course, she didn’t have to battle medicine-induced fatigue and work her writing around the blare of the television. (It helped that Samantha was in Los Angeles for the entire time she was working on the play.) Nor did she have to worry about taking time out of her writing for homework–writing was her homework. And she didn’t have to worry about running out of words, either. After all, Carrie Bradshaw is a fictional character…they can write twelve hours straight without running out of words, because that’s the way they were written.
Right now, I have a mental gap between what just happened and the denouement of my book. (Look! I just used “denouement” in a sentence!) I could just tighten up my timeline again (we’re currently in mid-May 1228 and the denouement isn’t supposed to occur until 1230…it was originally supposed to occur in 1232), but I still feel like I have to have one last scene between the leads before their world comes crashing down. Not like there’s any rush, but I’m getting excited–not only to get to the pivotal scene, but to finally move on from part one and write part two.
I definitely have to stop blogging, though…the words are getting jumbled up as they come out of my fingertips. 😛
¹ If you’ve never heard of The New School, it’s a college in Manhattan, which (I assume) caters to the extremely smart, the extremely talented…and possibly the wealthy. (The girlfriend of a third generation Carradine [G3 = about 1960-1991] graduated from TNS, if that tells you anything.)