Today has been a grim day.
First, and probably least importantly, MuggleNet announced
Alexander Desplat will compose the score for DEATHLY HALLOWS: Part I. Which may not sound all that earth-shattering, but I must say my hopes were set on John Williams. *Sigh* Oh well.
Second, exams are this week, which are never fun. But those don't matter much, either.
The cherry topping to this grim night? This
. When I read the tweet
that announced it, I didn't let myself believe it. Then I clicked the link, and my head quickly gravitated toward my keyboard. With force.
nt-of-view was going to be my NaNoWriMo idea this year (until I switched to SCARLET'S WOOD, like, three days before November). Actually, I had been stewing over it for some months. Maleficent really stuck out to me whenever I would watch the movie, and when I got curious and researched the myth (read: combed through hundreds of sites for every ancient rendition of the story ever imagined), I fell in love with her--or rather, the amount of her character I could embellish--even more.
Needless to say, I hadn't been so pumped for an idea since last spring, and I spent hours--I mean hours
--plotting, doing obscure research, world- and character-building and the like. Then suddenly, right before November, I felt like my love for the story was kind of...stifling things, and I was trying to dig deeper into it than it would allow--I don't know how to describe it. It just suddenly felt like trying something else for NaNo would be more suitable.
Flash forward to early January 2010. My writing rut was (/is) getting wicked irritating. My lack of writing drives me nearly to insanity. I begin drifting back to older ideas, hoping for one to spark. And, of course, the Sleeping Beauty retelling catches my eye. I begin considering it again, among other things, in the back of my mind.
There's no way I can write that novel now. I wouldn't be able to write it with a clear conscious, if that's the term, and I couldn't share it with anyone, and there's definitely
no way it could be sold, anywhere or under any circumstances. Tim Burton's too much of a genius, and I have nothing to my name.
Now, I guess, it's just a matter of me coming to terms with its death. It's just...a coincidence. That it was my
idea. That it happened now
. That it's Tim Burton
But every lost battle is a learning opportunity. Although chances are Burton didn't steal my idea (see below), I think this has taught me to keep my ideas to myself--to a degree, and at least until they're written. Just for safety. Or maybe just out of superstition. But I'm too unlucky of a person to flaunt things.
I can grow from this. Maybe this is just saying that the concept was
too unoriginal. Maybe, however unoriginal, I could've made the story a gem. Maybe Tim Burton will. However, in general, I think this is the universe's way of telling me to move on a bit. Think further outside of the box--whatever that box is. I'll get over it.
- o -
So here's my hunch. On the brink of November, when I was mired in controversy, I decided to take advantage of the NaNo forums (Fact). I posted brief summaries of my two ideas, asking for advice (Fact). People responded heavily in favor of the Sleeping Beauty retelling, piqued by its creativity (Mostly Fact). Then (Here's where you use your imagination) Burton's surfing the 'net, stumbles upon this cool little site called NaNoWriMo, wanders into the forums, and Bam
. He suddenly has an idea. My idea. But he's Tim Burton, so it's his, and I cease to exist.