It's surprising, though. You'd think that the appeal of science fiction shows is that they're not life. All the boring parts have been cut out and important things are happening all the time. I'm currently rewatching Lost and I've discovered that I've forgotten almost all the intricacies and details of the plot. I can't remember the order of the events I do remember, and at the end of each episode I still feel the pull of each cliff hanger as it tries to drag me into the next episode. Maybe the pull isn't as strong as it was the first time around, but it's definitely still there. And it's entirely to do with my love for the characters. I think this is why some people loved the finale and the people who wanted answers to critical narrative questions felt ripped off. But anyway, most of the time on Lost, nothing much is happening, because, of course, they're stuck on an island. It's hilarious to read some of the episode descriptions on Netflix, actually: "...Kate gives the recovering Sawyer a much-needed haircut..."; "...Jack is reluctant to help Sawyer get glasses..." (surprisingly, Sawyer seems to be wrapped up in the highest number of mundane story lines). And most of each episode--I'm referring to the early seasons--is dedicated to the characters' pasts: as completely bizarre as the island is, it's nowhere near as complex as the story of how each character's past becomes interwoven with the present, as if time is continuously operating simultaneously. Which amazingly feels incredibly life-like.
I guess I started thinking about this because I'm trying to write one post a month (purely for my own sake), because if I can't complete such a simple challenge as that then something's wrong. But I'm also someone who likes to plan out her writing in her head first. In college I would usually spend a week just writing the paper in my head before actually typing it out. The first half of the process was the more enjoyable of the two, of course. But spending a whole month planning out a blog post is overdoing it a bit, even for me. And it's difficult to come up with topics, when you're writing the blog on a website about yourself (how self-absorbed I am) and you're struggling to reconcile the public and the private and the serious and the (attempts at being) witty. And it's harder still when the first thought that pops into your head is "nothing important happened today." Well, not in terms of the plot. I'm not entirely convinced I'm an interesting character though, either. At least, not when viewed through the blog lens--which is why I'm only making myself do this once a month.
And here I am at paragraph 4, where it feels like I've written enough but haven't really said anything yet. As usual, I feel that I should be making some connection between fiction and reality here; I want to say something meaningful, which always ends up feeling false and forced. It feels less life-like than science fiction. It feels like a "based on a true story" movie, one that is particularly eye-roll worthy. But to be honest, I've never had any desire to write fiction (that I have no ability to goes without saying), and so I'm stuck trying to see the connections between me and a TV show at midnight and wondering why I love the episodes where nothing much happens, and thinking about how tragic it is that I seldom feel that way about life.