Love Story

I am so impressed with people who can write a good, edge of the seat love story. For example, these past eight weeks, every week, I’ve religously downloaded the new episode of Hana Yori Dango, season 2. It’s your basic rich boy vs. poor girl conflict/romance story, with extra insanity of the non gunshot/murder variety.

(synopsis of series here: http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Hana_Yori_Dango) 

When I found out they were creating a season 2 of this series, I was literally jumping in my chair. From the first episode of season 1, the antics of the characters, the tension of ‘will they finally admit they’re in love’, just the general dynamic not only holds my attention, but leaves me waiting on pins and needles for the next installment. We’re on season 2, episode 8 of 11, and I’m already sad that in three weeks this series will be ending, most likely permanently (for a dorama series in Japan to get a second season is a feat in and of itself. a third season would be pretty much a miracle from a higher power).

I doubt my friends and acquaintences would automatically look at the synopsis of this series and go, "wow, that’s right up Vash’s alley". My writing tends to center around murder mysteries, aliens, cyberspace and general struggle to stay alive mayhem. And I wouldn’t get change that. I like choas. I just want to add to my repetoire. I want to write a good love story. One that makes the reader talk back at the computer screen or typewritten page and say, ‘go for it, ganbarre, just admit your feelings already’.

I think I want to do this because I haven’t been able to do it yet. I have a general block on writing a good love story. I tell myself this is because of my writing mantra: something has to happen. The truth though is that there’s a level of myself I prefer not to put on paper. Because I prefer to think of myself as a practical person who doesn’t get mired down in relationship drama. When I get flooded with emotions, after the initial gasp, I make myself step back. Analyze my emotions from as many directions as possible. Apply logic. Relate everything to an outside marker and then decide firmly where I stand.

On the rare occasions I haven’t been able to manage this, I’ve lost myself.

Everyone has the things inside they don’t want to face. For me, that fear is losing myself. My center. My understanding of the universe and my relative position in it. But of course, when you think about it, there is no such thing as center. Relativity itself is called into question by theories that challenge the existance of dark matter and dark energy. And what does it matter an if we understand or fail to understand? The rest of the universe is so unbelievably vast, the greater parts of it occupied by empty space. Our lives are candle flames that flicker and die in the twitch of the eyelid of time. Or God.

And what does any this have to do with a good love story?

Nothing.  

I still want to write one though. If nothing else, to prove that I can.