0520

The network in the newly rented house costs 60 dollars, and I was reluctant to open it after thinking about it, but the house is relatively low, and the mobile phone traffic often loses signal. Today, I was exhausted and had to run to the next building to rub the wifi on the ATT page.

I didn't expect to do the wrong service, spent more money, and called the customer service to get off work again. I'll have to come back tomorrow with my computer.

On the way home, I found a public hotspot in the park, and I was overjoyed, and the producer called me on the Internet, and I said you wait, find a place with a strong signal by the pool and sit down. The producer asked me what the budget was, and I casually quoted a number, but he didn't expect the director to open his mouth so boldly, but in fact, he was still rubbing public wifi outside at 11 o'clock at night.

On the way, I brushed Mrs. Liudi's new article, read half of it and went into the basement, and refreshed the page to be gone, so I went back to find the net to read it.

I went home and walked around, but there was still no signal, and I was very irritable. It's not that there are really any difficulties, after all, it can be solved in two or three days at most. I can't help but reflect that people like me are usually too smooth, so when I encounter a little inconvenience in life, I feel cramped up and down.

Today, I also said to my friends that we have developed this kind of thinking since childhood, and when we encounter any difficulties, we should first think about our privileges, and think that there are many bad things in the world, but they have not happened to me - in fact, it is really bad for mental health, but it has become a habit.

But then I gradually developed a new habit, and when something bad happened, I thought: I can write with this emotion! Think this way when you stand in line for three hours at customs, think this way when you meet a rude staff, think this way when you send trembling emails, and think this way when you receive a pinprick-like reply. In this way, it is as if all negative experiences have been transformed into valuable life materials. At the same time, it gives you an outsider-like detachment. I still remember one time in middle school history class, the teacher scolded the whole class, and the words were extremely rude. I sat in my seat and looked at him, thinking in the most arrogant way of a teenager: "One day I'm going to write you down!"

Now that I'm older, when I think about it again, I feel a little ashamed of it: who do you think you are, and how many stories can you write about your humble life experience!

I don't know how you are, but it seems like there are very few things to me about when I write about my own real experience. Most of the psychological descriptions I can think of seem to come from pure substitution and imagination. There is one article that does have a lot of "I", which you probably don't expect, is the opening part of Albus in "Deep Inside", where the strong guilt makes him invisible in the sun, and the memories that are difficult to look at ringing in my ears without warning in every everyday moment - there was a personal experience at that time that made me think so.

Looking at old works these days, I feel that most of the stories I write are lost in the reality of life. May be a little vague. But in short, I feel that I am closer to my mind and farther away from life. Actually, I think this is the problem of most young writers, we may be sensitive and can experience a lot of human feelings behind the drama, but we have too little experience of life to show more real details. When I read my old articles, most of them are like this: there may be a very good flash of inspiration psychologically, and when it comes to life, it is like walking on a puppet line in a two-dimensional world.

It's not that I'm going to spend 300 words describing the beauty of sandwiches. I've probably never had anything to do with that type in my life! The details of life, like the details of thought, require inspired observation and skillful refinement. It's just that if you don't accumulate a lot, you don't know where to start. For example, all of us have been disconnected from the Internet, and when we look at parasites, it will be easy to understand the embarrassment of people looking for nets next to the toilet in the play. But if you don't have at least this level of cramped life experience, you probably don't have the ability (or guts) to write such a plot.

A recent experience of how to find details worthy of description is to see if it is a part of the story that can be extended in terms of actual behavior. Last week I re-read the old article, and there are a lot of details about "smiling", "winking" and "waving hands", and now it seems a little bit of a no-brainer. It's something I've learned after making a few short films, and if there's a real person waiting in front of me to shoot this story, I don't expect to give him a "wink" cue because it doesn't help the actor to get into the story. To make him a part of the story, as if he is always in it, you need to find something to do, drink, read, be blown by the wind, immerse yourself in your own thoughts, there are always more details that make you feel that the universe is going on.

Senses are important, and the rarer the senses, the closer they are to the reader. But once the sensory details are used too much, they are not interesting. One of my favorite things I wrote last week was that the heroine was talking at a critical moment, and she felt her clammy hair stick to the back of her neck. Generally speaking, I refuse to depict details, and only in similar situations would I want to write something like this, hoping that it would connect the plot and feelings at the same time.

Okay, I finally stayed up until bedtime with no internet connection, let me go to the balcony and see if I can send it out.

【0531】

Growing up in a different world is really different

I used to say that I wasn't in the mood to write because I didn't finish my homework

Now it can be said that I am not in the mood to write because there is a riot in the city (

But today I was notified of my first film festival finalist, and I feel like I can be happy