Sitting back and looking over the final installment of Crescent Point, I felt two conflicting emotions. One was relief knowing that I was able to finish what I began four months ago. The other was more of sense of loss knowing that the first season was indeed finished. Its not for a lack of what to do next, I already know what that is (look for Hollywood Harem to premier September 1). It was the same feeling I had after finishing Stormfront: The Three - The: Death Dealer and the soon to be finished Awakenings: The Wrath Saga (coming soon – I swear!).
My creations are my babies; from Elijah to Dylan to Lyndsay (you'll meet her soon enough), each one came from me and as such, I feel a strange responsibility to do well by them as best I can, even beyond my abilities. Ever feel that way? Ever make something not actually breathing and alive and real in the world the way you or I are but still feel like it, in some strange and barely corporeal way, is?
I love all my children, like any god (being the wielder of fate for my fictional peoples, what else would I be to them?) and as such, sometime I must do less than goodly thing s to them. Things that, what bad things happen in the real world and other people wonder why god would allow it to happen, I wonder if maybe god's a writer, simply searching for the best possible storyline. Seems a bit not right, I know, but what good is a writer's mind if I can't flex it at even the most inappropriate times. After all, seeing as how I'm normally the villain of my own life story, if I was taken out by an arch-nemesis, my only complaint would depend on who served me my comeuppance. As long as the end was the most dramatic possible, I couldn’t really complain. well, being dead I could, but what would be the use. About the same as Raul begging me not to make his boy-toy his brother. Sorry, but I make all the big decisions. You just act it all out.
Acting. I doubt you'll ever see one of my lovies played by actors (nice transition eh? No, not really, I know. Go with it, though, okay?) See, I am very (read: psychotically) protective of my babies and have a hell of a time imagining handing control over to someone else, no matter how much I would love seeing Dylan slicing and dicing through all those disgusting perverts. I think it'd make a kick-ass flick (and a decent video game to boot) but for that to happen, it would mean trusting someone else with my first born (not first created, just first finished, otherwise, first born is dear, blood-lusting Lyndsay) and seeing what has become of my favorite works by other, uber-established writers, what chance does little ol' me have of seeing my stories play out the way they're meant to; i.e. without all those horrid changes?
Ever seen Anne Rice's Queen of the Damned? Or J K Rowling's Harry Potter or Mercury Rising (known as Simple Simon by Ryne Douglas Pearson in non-movie form)? Each one was made into a movie and lost so much in the transition. Sad, really. How someone can put so much into their works only to have someone else strip it down to something that is sometimes unrecognizable (Super Mario Bros. is the worst offender). I don't want that. And I'm pretty sure no one would want someone looking over their shoulder telling them No and whacking them in the head wit a rolled-up newspaper.
Sad, seeing as how much I actually enjoy those bad adaptions/awesome movies. Dang it.
And of course, I'd be very much against altering my characters and considering what they are and the things they do, nothing less than NC-17 would be a proper rating. Not that it bothers me, mind you. I'm quite proud of my babies' whoreness. But in the world of money, money, money... That don't tend to fly all that well. While sex sells, its not really allowed on television; Nip/Tuck is less naughty than my ideas. Hell, The Tudors are more reserved than the Camdens (Hollywood Harem is aptly named, I tell ya). Too bad, too, cause Kalen and Deliah are meant for Showtime, HBO or even FX (if only the FCC would let us be) but that may never happen. Maybe at some point, viewing audiences will become as open-minded as the reading and we'll see more and more shows pushing what the industry consider boundaries.
Boundaries. Pah. Boundaries are just what people see when they're afraid to go further than they have, be it personal, business, creative, sexual... By children don't have many, but like me, there are some there. Shocked? So were some of my exes and romps. No may not come from me often, but when it does, back the fuck up.
So instead of dreaming of my works on the big and wides screens, I prefer to push buttons on paper (and online) with topics I hope will gain me at least a little infamy. What good is telling a story if at least one person doesn't get all huffy and call me names? Let's face it, if you're not pissin' people off, you're not doin' it right. That's my motto anyway. Its what keeps me going when I hit a damn lull and wonder what the fuck I'm still doing typing away.
Going back to Crescent Point... I look at it now, and back on the four months that led up to the finale, and I breath a sigh of relief that its done and I've achieved my goal. But like any parent, I miss my babies once they're gone (doesn't matter that they'll be back in eight months for season two or that the next batch of whoring troublemakers are on the way for their own twisted adventures). But I hope that you all (the ones of you that read Crescent Point, at least) enjoyed it and look forward to next year's story-lines and this years (hopefully) re-edited, extended version to be released before Christmas.
Well, back to writing. Got some Awakenings, Le Fey and Hollywood Harem to pound out. Until next time...