Whispers of my dreams is the ink that I write with. Its words tell of the visions that I carry. Its memory is kept within the pages of my story. Its moment is when you see it on the silver screen, but the screen has faded to black.
As a writer, there is no true happiness for me but when I write. Closing the door on the world, keeping its cold touch outside the confines of my room, I am swallowed by vision. My fingers reach into the warm rivers of imagination, pulling out ideas that fill the pages of my book, the pages within the computer screen. I am lost within a dream, riding the waves of anticipation and the hopes for glory to deliver what I keep inside to you.
There is no greater glory than to see the world change right before your eyes and know that you played a part in changing it. There is no greater glow than from those amazed at the visions that you bring them from book to screen. There is no better taste of satisfaction when the future dreamers come to you to show you their own inspiration and how they intend to change the world with their own visions. This is when you know you have reached where you want to be, but the road that we writers must take is a broken, long, sometimes abandoned road. And for us to keep pushing on ahead, we need the essential element of life these days, which is called money.
The Writer’s Guild of America (WGA) has gone on strike. Its members declare respect for the great achievements brought to Hollywood and brought to us viewers, but they know that respect is not given but earned. They want to be recognized for what they dream, what they create, but they need the money to survive, to keep going. They need to be seen and understood by the studio heads as an essential role to the stories on television and in the movies, and they deserve a fair share of the profits earned.
In the technological world today, writers have found a new vocal point to write and tell their stories. Websites hungry for emerging and established writers welcome them into their cyberspace, and the readers flock to digest the latest creations posted on the site. It is a great leap for most writers. However, this new technological age is also a pothole for the WGA.
With each passing day, I see my fellow commuters flip open their laptops, switch on their Ipods, or activate their cell phones and download the latest music, TV shows, and movie clips. With a click of a button, they bring the world and its creations to them. In exchange, their money goes to the corporations, the studio heads responsible for delivering the downloads to them. It is this transaction that plays an essential role in the strike of the WGA, and its members demand a fair portion of the profits created.
In today’s world, the VHS tape is on the verge of extinction, nearly replaced by the DVD. As more and more movies and TV shows find their way onto DVDs, the demand for them will continue to increase. Sales will continue to climb, and it is a percentage of these sales that members of the WGA seek to have instead of settling for the twenty percent that they received on the VHS tapes.
As writers, we dream of fame. We dream of never having to settle for the retail jobs or any other type of job to fill the void to cover bills. We dream of living off of our work, but for us to live that dream, we again desire and require money. Without money, without receiving a fair portion for our creations, we stumble backward and may have to turn to a mundane job to feed the bills. Why must we resort to this when the demand for our work is high and we can live comfortably where we stand? Why not receive a fair share for what we deserve? With the time and energy invested into creating and delivering amazing and groundbreaking stories, one reward should be money. Respect would come later, chasing the footprints we leave behind as we continue to show the world what we really can dream of.
As a writer, it is not the money that I desire nor the fame. It is the chance to show the world what I keep inside. It is a chance to live the dream of a writer, but I have lived the starving artist life for too long. For me to survive, I need money. It’s the way of the world. For me to keep chasing the dream of writing, I need to know that when I get there, all the worries and fear of being able to survive on my talent will be well rewarded, but how will that be possible if we are only given a less than fair amount? Don’t we deserve to be paid, giving us the money to create structure, stability for our lives as we continue to write?
And the WGA went on strike. They demand what we chase, rewards for our creations. They’ll never stop writing just like we’ll never drop our pens to the side. They’ll never stop dreaming just like our own hopes and dreams that breathe when we free them. They only ask for what is rightfully theirs.