Writer's Commentary: Week 4.5 (The Thrilling Conclusion!)

And like that, it is over. Well, with this last commentary, it is over. Would love to hear feedback (SERIOUSLY, ANY FEEDBACK AT ALL!) if you read a little, some, or all the entries. What did you like? What did you hate? Favorites? Least favorites? Seriously. Anything.

On Post: Insignificant

Date: January 29, 2018

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I had just finished listening to a podcast (I listen to podcasts. It has come up several times, so I’ll just note it here. Not gonna hide from it.) in which they reviewed PHANTOM THREAD. One of the commentators indicated she is tired of stories about genius men who are also kind of terrible.

Then I got this song and I was still thinking of that and it just clicked together.

I like the idea but the piece feels so…surface-y. Like I wanted it to go deeper and it is just stuck in second gear throughout. It’s kind of bummer to revisit, truth be told.


On Post: Blue

Date: January 30, 2018

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This is so gloriously dumb that I love it. The song does not lend itself to much storywise so rather than just do a deep read on the lyrics and look for some errant piece to build a whole piece around or to treat blue as a term for depression, I leaned into the skid. A silly dumb poem for a silly dumb song.

It was a joy to write. I don’t think it is good, of course. I don’t write good poetry ever. But at least this is a quick one that made me giggle.


On Post: Appointments

Date: January 31, 2018

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I’ll be honest. I was a little burnt here. I was tired. I was struggling to find an angle. I needed to get it done and I didn’t want to bang my head against the wall on Day 31 to get something to come out. So I, more or less, just adapted the song into a scene.

I like the bittersweet end though. The whole thing started a lot angrier in my head. Maybe that would’ve been better. However, for me, I like that it was sad and a little sweet. Less shot through with people who are pissed at one another and more like people just stuck on a tractor belt towards inevitability.

And as Maya and Riley ended, so too has The January Project. Good bye. And perhaps I’ll see you next year.