You know it's true.
I’ve been in a holding pattern when it comes to my writing lately. One of those rare breaks where the first draft of my latest manuscript is stewing on a flash drive and I’m mulling over possibilities.
Then last night I had an epiphany about my story while watching what could possibly be one of the worst ghost/haunting movies I have ever seen.
We cannot write in a vacuum. Outside stimulation is absolutely necessary in order to jumpstart the creative flow. It’s like when you’re trying really hard to remember something but can’t and then once you stop trying…it comes to you. I clearly saw what my manuscript was missing and got back to work.
Still riding the high from that, I came into work this morning to read this headline:
Andy Whitfield, 39, dies of lymphoma
This is Andy:
And this is Andy:
He was the star of the hit series Spartacus, on Starz. It was on for one heart pounding, incredible season and then filming was delayed when he was diagnosed with cancer. After a few months, he went into remission and began filming again only to discover the cancer had come back. He bowed out of the series which they then delayed another year until this January.
He leaves behind a wife and two small children. Not to mention a score of devastated fans who may not have known him personally but loved him nonetheless.
Thank you, Andy. For making me cry, and cheer, and want to kick ass beside you.
You’ll always be Spartacus to me.