Earlier I had written about this time when my best friend and I decided to try and co-write a screenplay. The screenplay never came to fruition, but the idea behind it has never been far from my thoughts. As a matter of fact, the ideas had been planted before the two of us had even discussed writing something together.
I have a hard time expressing myself and the things I feel in person. I find that there is some sort of disconnect between my brain, heart and tongue that trips up the things I’d like to say or do. The things that go on in my head seem to run so much smoother than the course of action I ultimately take. This is one of the reasons why I love to write. I might not be all that great at it (no formal “training” or “instruction” outside of the high school education), but it’s something I have to do. Otherwise, all these…things inside of me will just fester until I explode. Yes, I can be dramatic.
Like everyone else, there is a lot of history that comes behind everything I do. There are events that happened that have, for better or worse, shaped and molded me into the person I am today. Like everyone else, I have issues with my parents. Issues with letting go of past events. Issues with former loves. Issues with the law. Issues with work. Issues with myself. I know I am not unique in this journey and that the feelings I have felt are not mine alone to feel. None of this is extraordinary.
Before all others came Caleb Kennedy. He was born from the quiet talks between Teenage Corey and Teenage Katie in a Barnes & Noble on 83rd and Bell Road. He was, like me back then, a high school student whose views of the world were heavily shaped and influenced by his parents and life at home. He was an unflinching conservative who pushed his views in every conversation, regardless if such a topic even warranted it. He had a quiet, shy charm that most girls were secretly drawn to, but chose the more handsome, better built, more athletic and louder boys. Caleb, like me, was thin and plain, and aside from the fiery passion of politics, news, books and video games, was completely unremarkable. He was untouched and intact from the realities that lie outside of the small high school world. He was me, back when I was young.
When Teenage Corey and Teenage Katie decided they couldn’t work on that project together, Caleb Kennedy faded into the recesses of Teenage Corey’s mind, waiting patiently for a chance to be let out again. He would incubate for 2 years. In that two-year span he would grow and change in ways he could not have possibly foreseen. And when, on that cool winter’s day in 2006 when two best friends were mulling over a screenplay, Caleb was once again let loose.
Only now he was Caleb Archer. A high school graduate who was coming to terms with all the new things about himself. He was no longer a fierce conservative, unquestioning of the ways of his world and of his God. Once removed from the comforts of home and the securities of all that was familiar, he grew to question everything, and accept dormant feelings that had been rising within him since adolescence. He met new people, made new friends and even found love in the arms of another man. And his entire world was flipped upside down. Everything he had known was thrown away. And in the confrontation with his family, his core security, chaos was further sewn.
But then, like his previous incarnation, Caleb Archer was locked back into the recesses of Post-High School Corey’s mind. Unlike Kennedy, Archer was not content to just sit and wait. He would constantly scream and shout about needing to be let out and given life. He would not lie down and accept incubation. Caleb Archer demanded life. He would parade all that had happened to shape his existence in Corey’s mind, constantly reminding him of all the good and the bad that had happened. Such a thing made it hard to move on from what came before.
For four years Caleb Archer whined and pouted. And in those four years, Post-High School Corey became Adult Corey and had his life shaped even further by events within and outside of his control. Caleb Archer felt the changes and became something else too.
He became Kyle Fog, the latest and most current version of the person that carries all the weight and emotions that have made Adult Corey into what he is today.
The evolution of that one character also speaks to the evolution of the story I’ve been trying to tell since high school. I had forgotten, until I started writing this that I had tried to write a story with an old friend of mine, Katie, back in the day. This story has been haunting me for so long and all I’ve been able to successfully do is write about writing the fucking story.
Working titles had been things like “Where The Falls Begin”; “The Whereabouts of Happiness”; “Haze”; “Not An Exit”; “Up, Down and Somewhere In the Middle”. Shit. All of it. The screenplay never had a working title. A while back I had thought that maybe the reason I couldn’t express any of what had happened up until now was because the story just wasn’t meant to be told. That the feelings I have inside of me are meant to just stay inside of me and never be properly expressed because I just can’t.
And then I finished Less Than Zero and The Rules of Attraction and Lunar Park and thought to myself: Why limit the story to the realm of what happened to me and what it made me feel? Why not explore deeper connections and the consequences of all things- action and inaction? Why not do what your betters have done, Corey, and write about society as you see it today?
After all, when I was younger I was a firebrand for politics and hot-button topics. I’m still very much a political spirit, but I have tempered into that a more moral-pseudo spiritual, philosophical aspect that had been previously lacking in my belief structure. Not only that, but the world is ripe right now for being picked apart. Almost everything about popular society is shallow and superficial. It’s something even knowing doesn’t help one escape from.
Enter “The Killers”. An idea that has been gestating for the past 8 years somewhere inside of me. On the outside, the narrative is plain and straight-forward. A pretty teenage girl disappears after an altercation with her vain boyfriend. From there it weaves backward and forward in time, tracing the lives of the boys and girls who were so closely entwined in her life and the impact such a sudden loss has on each of them. The narrative is loosely based on songs from The Killer’s 2004 debut album “Hot Fuss”. I know that there isn’t really supposed to be any sort of narrative to that album as a whole, but when I thread the tracks together with the idea of the story and who the characters are, it sort of does tell a tale.
What was Caleb K and Caleb A became Kyle Fog, who in turn gave some of his likeness to the other main characters in the story: Jenny, Natalie, Andy and Mark. Each of them has become a reflection of certain traits and ideas that make up who I am. Each with their own faults and insecurities; desires and dreams.
I’m not worried if the plot is flimsy. Back when I was younger, that was all I cared about. When I would write fanfiction, I would produce these grandiose, multi-layer plots that eventually turned into this gigantic monster that could not be controlled. And the characters were lost in all of it. Lately, with this latest incarnation of who I am, characterization and growth are what I am about. Exploring people and why they do what they do. Why they feel what they feel. The basic plot is just a means to explore these emotions and feelings that I have inside of me.
That’s ultimately what all of this boils down to: expressing feeling. Exploring things I cannot otherwise quantify or subject another person to in conversation. One cannot simply look at me and see and know all there is. One cannot read a singular blog entry and know who I am. One cannot pour over pictures and songs and know all that I am. It is my hope that, somewhere in this novel, I can put to rest certain aspects of that which has made me who I am today.
I live to write and I write to live. It’s a delicate system that has lately been set upon by the demands of “the real world” and not the one I’d like to fall into. I hope I can turn whatever focus I have on this project and finish it. Even if it does not get published, I’ll still post it online for anyone with an interest to read.
For me, it isn’t about the money or becoming famous. Though money does ease the movements one makes in this world, I write this story for myself and to anyone else who may have felt what I have felt. For anyone who may have experienced the things that I have experienced in this brief life.
I try to remind myself of these things every day. If what I write offends or depresses or excites or elates, then I have done what I needed to do.