Raine's Secret Garden

Death By Recycling

I worry a lot about repeating myself in my work.
And I don’t just mean certain favorite words that are easily taken care of by searching and deleting.
I mean repeating themes, plots, descriptive phrases, even characters.

Apparently, the movie business doesn’t share that particular concern.

The list below is incomplete, but the gist of the message comes across. Here are just a few of the movies scheduled to be remade in the next year or two:

“Flatliners”
“Bride of Frankenstein”
“Total Recall”
“Barbarella”
“Damn Yankees”
“Buffy The Vampire Slayer”
“The Boys From Brazil”
“The Fury”
“The Man With The X-Ray Eyes”
“The Thing”
“Escape From New York”
“The Crow”
“Death Wish”
“Mad Max”
“The Birds”
“Romancing the Stone”
“Poltergeist”

My gut reaction to all this is WTF??
I think I was good for maybe 1-3 remakes a year—and even that was only if the new films had a new slant to offer, or could possibly do a better job. I have not seen that to be true (and btw, anybody who’d even ATTEMPT to remake Hitchcok is insane).
But the market is being flooded with these recycled films, and one has to wonder why. It’s certainly not because people are clamoring for them, or that new stories/screenplays aren’t being written.
The only reason I can think of is…fear.
Fear of exploring new directions. Fear of going against the grain. Fear of failure. If you can resuscitate a formula that’s worked in the past, you’re less likely to lose money on something unknown.

But I don’t think I like what it says for the future of struggling writers and artists, or for this society’s creative spirit.
And I have an awful feeling it may, in some form or another, be reflected in the publishing field as well.
Scary thoughts.

Category: General Blah Blah,Writing — Raine @ 11:09 pm ·   Comments (6)
A New Season


I hate whining.
So I won’t.

But I’ve got to admit, the past couple of weeks have been…interesting.
I honestly believe I’ve spent as much time in doctor’s offices as anywhere. I might add that I’m not a big fan of doctors in general, and I don’t make an ideal patient. Sadly, it could no longer be avoided.

In the past two weeks, I’ve seen three specialists. Had to have a complete physical with x-rays. Did a three-day fast, an outpatient surgery, got an increase in meds, and have an MRI scheduled later this week, oh goody.

There are a couple of things I’m going to have to admit to myself I’ve got to deal with—and not just on the temporary or ‘until it’s cured’ basis I’d hoped. They aren’t going away. And they’re not only going to affect me, but my work.

It’s made the writing more difficult. The humorous aspects have not been as comical as I’d like, I’ve been tossing around random violence (not aimed against doctors—yet), and the romance has certainly suffered. My heroines have had lots of headaches lately, and their guys are not happy, lol.

The trick, I suppose, is dealing with it, like all other problems, and trying to treat the writing as a separate thing. So right now I’m working on that.
And who knows? Maybe it’ll mean something new and different in my approach to the work. Maybe something unique, something good?

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