Saturday, February 14, 2015
Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today: 0.00 miles; Running Total: 174.00 miles)
Day 218 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.
In working on my fiction writing skills I’ve learned to avoid clichés as much as possible. Plot lines that involve helpless maidens being rescued by princes on white horses. Descriptions like ‘as black as night’ or ‘as deep as the ocean’.
Since being diagnosed with cancer I’ve noticed an annoying trend in books and movies, so please indulge a quick rant.
*pulls soap box out, steps aboard*
It seems like whenever a tragic death or disease is needed for a storyline writers fall back on cancer.
I could keep going. Look at the movie Patch Adams. The movie The Theory of Everything. The book The Fault in Our Stars.
It seems like whenever a writer needs a tragedy that is a) plausible and b) rips your heart out, cancer is the go-to disease.
As a cancer patient, I can’t even begin to explain how tiresome this is. I mean, it’s every-fucking-where I look.
Sometimes when I find cancer in a book or movie I just roll my eyes. More often my stomach clenches and I look for a quiet corner where I can wrap my hands around my knees and rock gently until the urge to cry goes away.
Both reactions make me hate the story.
To the writers of the world: Yes, cancer is horrible and tragic and really, really fucking scary so I know it sounds like a great conflict.
But look around you. Cancer isn’t original.
Dig a little deeper.
*steps down, slides soap box away*
I might will make a lot of mistakes while learning to write fiction.
Today’s silver lining: Now that I see the cancer cliché I won’t use it in my own writing.
What’s your silver lining today? I love comments!
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