My new phone is here! I've been busy playing on it all evening, but did want to blog these thoughts before I forget them.
I watched The Electric Horseman last night via Netflix streaming. There was once a time when I loved this movie. However, last night, as I was watching it, I couldn't help but thinking how silly the entire premise was. I mean, here's this horse that was the premier Thoroughbred racehorse in America. Supposedly worth $13 million. Some company has bought him and has him stoned, on steroids, and hawking breakfast cereal.
In real life, a horse that valuable would never have been sold in the first place. He would have retired from racing and would be living the rest of his days in comfort, siring many offspring. He'd never have become what amounts to a circus clown.
I mean, seriously could you imagine Secretariat prancing across a stage in Las Vegas with Christmas lights all over him? Nope. Never would have happened. I mean, it's a pretty good story, if you can get past how unrealistic --how unbelievable-- it is.
Which kind of made me think about Tolkien's works. Hobbits, Elves, Wizards, Goblins, magic rings, Middle Earth...purely fantasy, yet fantastic. Every bit of it is totally believable. When you are reading it, it's not fiction. It's reality.
That's what makes the difference between a good story, and a great one.
Which brings me to my point. I've kind of been wanting to take some creative writing classes. The local CC doesn't offer any at their campus, and I don't know if I'd want to drive all the way to Oxford. I'm thinking of looking online for some, but have been known to be terrible about keeping up with such things on my own.
Like the Latin and Italian lessons I was going to learn. Yeah.
But anyway, I can't afford classes right now. Not for something that would just add to my own personal enjoyment. Maybe one day.
Just not today.