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Can an Ending Ruin Everything?

Spoiler Alert: If you haven’t seen (500) Days of Summer and you don’t want to be spoiled, then don’t read this post.

Hubby and I rented a movie a couple Fridays ago. (500) Days of Summer. I read the back. It looked really cute and quirky. It’s an indie film and we tend to like those. Plus, Joseph Gordon-Levitt is a great actor. In case you don’t know who he is, he’s the boy from Angels in the Outfield, only all grown up.

So, fast forward a bit. We’re settling into the couch downstairs with a Papa John’s pizza and we start watching the movie. Right away, the narrator warns, “This is not a love story.” I should have listened. But I didn’t. How could I take him seriously when right after his warning, the movie shows a close up of Summer and Tom holding hands and she’s wearing a ring? I decided the narrator wasn’t to be trusted. Of course this was going to be a love story. The genre’s a romantic comedy.

Um….no.

More like romantic tragedy.

This nonchronological movie is about Tom and Summer. Tom writes greeting cards for a living (although he wants to be an architect) and Summer is the new receptionist. The movie skips around within the 500 days Summer consumes Tom’s life, showing the breakup very early on. I assumed they’d eventually get back together. I awaited the moment with great anticipation.

You see, their relationship unfolds in a completely adorable way. They charmed the pants off me. I loved them. They were so silly and cute together. Tom is a classic romantic who believes in soul mates. Summer, however, came from a divorced family and openly admits she doesn’t believe in love. Yet, all of her actions contradict what she says when she kisses Tom first and reveals things to him she’s never told anybody else in her life. She basically strings him right along….and me as well, because I’m thinking, “I can’t wait to see how they finally get back together.”

Later in the movie, after their breakup, they run in to each other at a wedding. Everything is wonderful again. They dance. She invites him to her house later in the week for a party. Tom goes to the party, his hopes completely high, only to find out she has a RING on her finger. Yes, a ring. We never meet the guy. Summer goes from this girl who refuses to be anybody’s girlfriend, who supposedly doesn’t believe in love, to a girl who is now somebody’s fiance. Only it’s not with Tom, who I’m totally rooting for. She’s apparently over her love-phobia and in love with some dude whose only screen time is a quick shot of the back of his head. Tom is left broken-hearted.

So he does some soul-searching, or whatever, and I am so disillusioned at this point that even when the movie shows Summer’s veil being lifted to kiss her groom, I’m convinced there’s going to be some sort of weird twist at the end. Somehow, this is all a mistake and Summer will realize she loves Tom. Because, seriously, how could you NOT love Tom? He’s one of the most lovable characters I’ve yet to see on the screen.

Wanna know how the movie ends?

Tom decides he’s completely wrong about love. He’s now adopted Summer’s attitude. Love doesn’t exist. It’s just made up hype perpetuated by greeting cards (which he helped write) and pop songs and Hollywood. He’s sitting on this bench, his favorite spot in the city, and Summer is there. With her stupid ring. Tom admits to her that he was wrong about love and she was right. What does Summer say? She tells him he wasn’t wrong. She tells him she finally felt “it”. The “it” being love. And she says, “I just didn’t feel it with you, Tom.” Umm…okay…let’s drive the stake further into his heart, shall we?

I was beyond frustrated.

Then, it shows Tom about to interview for a job with an architecture firm and he meets this girl who is his competition. After some cute back-and-forth banter, he asks her out. She says yes. Her name’s Autumn. Gag me.

Tom’s little sister has a great line in the movie. She says, “Just because you meet some cute girl who likes the same music as you doesn’t make her your soul mate, Tom.” Very poignant. But all poignancy is lost at the end when Tom asks this new cute girl out just because they like the same bench in the city. I’m led to believe it’s going to happen all over again. Tom will fall in love with Autumn and she’ll crush his heart too.

He doesn’t seem to have learned anything and Summer ends up coming across as this selfish woman who has no qualms about leading Tom on for 500 days. It’s all good for her because she had fun with Tom, but hey, she ended up meeting her soul mate. Who cares if she crushed Tom’s heart in the process? She obviously doesn’t.

This movie had SO many amazing parts. Like this split screen thing where we see Tom’s reality versus his expectation when going to Summer’s party. It was brilliant. Or when Joseph Gordon-Levitt breaks out in a hilarious (and very cute) song and dance because he’s completely in love with Summer. Even some of the lessons were great. I smiled and laughed my way through 3/4 of the show. But sadly, the final fourth just ruined all the good parts.

So what did I learn? What can I take away from this experience?

Endings are important. Very, very important. It can be the most delicious dinner you’ve eaten in your life, but if you chomp into a raw onion at the end…I don’t care how tasty the meal was, you’re going to be burping onion for the rest of the night.

I also learned that I like Happily Ever After’s (otherwise known as HEA’s) a lot more than I realized. At least when I’m watching what I believe is going to be a romance. And so does my hubby. He said the movie put him in a bad mood.

Questions to Ponder: Has an ending (to a movie or a book) ever ruined the story for you? Have you seen this movie? Do you completely disagree with me? Because the movie’s getting awesome reviews, so obviously a lot of people don’t feel the same way as I do.removetweetmeme

3 C’s – It’s Friday

Cares:
My summer writing goal is 2000 words per day, Monday through Saturday. So roughly 12,000 words a week. I’m really pushing myself to finish the rough draft of novel #5 by July 31st. That would give me a month and a half to revise/edit before the ACFW conference, where I hope to pitch. Not sure if I can maintain 2000 words a day! We’ll see.

Titles, titles, titles. Tell me, what do you think about the title, Captivated? Here’s the thing. That one-word title would be absolutely perfect for my current WIP. I mean, perfect. However, I googled it and Nora Roberts (you’ve heard of her, right?) released the same title in 2004. Don’t you hate it when that happens?

Concerns:
My phone isn’t working. I can hear people talking just fine, but I guess on their end, it sounds like I’m a million miles away. I’m not a big phone-talker though (as my family can attest to), so it’s not really that concerning.

To avoid spam, I have added word verification to my comments. Just so you’re aware.

Celebrations:
Still celebrating summer. I’m having so much fun with Brogan and writing! Such a relaxing season in my life.

God brought encouragement in the form of two friends, exactly when I needed it.

Question to Ponder: What are your cares, concerns, and celebrations today?removetweetmeme

What am I Pursuing?

Over the past few weeks, I’ve had this slow-acting epiphany steal through my body. All these little things adding up to bring about an entire brain-shift. I thought maybe I’d share it here.

Most of you know I’ve been waiting. One of my manuscripts is awaiting Pub Board. The full is also in the hands of seven other publishing houses who have yet to respond (since January). Not sure if this means they aren’t interested, or if they truly just haven’t gotten to it yet. But I digress. This is not the point of my post.

The point is to share my epiphany.

I landed an agent in November of last year.

I’m going to be honest with you now. Dead honest. (And you have permission to laugh.) There was a part of me that thought all my dreams had come true the night I received The call (you know which call I’m talking about). There was a part of me that seriously thought all my problems would go away, I’d float on cloud nine for the remainder of my days, all happiness and joy mine forever and ever. This was the moment when everything would start happening! I’m still not sure yet what I thought would happen, but I was convinced my world would be in a permanent state of excitement from then on out. Because I. Had. An. Agent.

Then reality set in.

My fabulous agent submitted my stuff. The waiting began. And I started to think….Hey, wait a minute, this isn’t as glorious as it was supposed to be. I still get irritable over stuff that used to make me irritable. I still get PMS. I still go through periods of doubt where I think my writing is the most horrific excuse for story-telling ever penned by another human being. I still occasionally get the urge to shake my fist at the stars and scream, “Why isn’t anything happening?” when I open my gmail. I’m not published yet. And if possible, the waiting is worse. Yes, worse! This isn’t what I signed up for at all.

Then delusion creeps up on me.

I start to think. Okay, so getting an agent wasn’t the answer to all life’s problems. Okay, fine. But getting published. Oh, but getting published. Now THAT will be the answer. That will be the moment when everything comes together. That will be the day when all my dreams come true and all my prayers are answered. The moment when every breath will finally make sense. Yep. I get it now.

I’m poking fun at myself, but I don’t think I’m alone in my delusions. I think my thinking (whoa) sheds light on a serious human condition. This insidious belief that once we accomplish this thing we’ve set our sights on, or once we reach a certain rung on the ladder of our lives, everything is going to get better. For me, it’s publication. For others, it’s a promotion. Or a raise. Or a job. Or an award. Or a status. Or a guy. Or a girl. Or a baby. Or a million and one other dreams we might dream.

Here’s where the epiphany comes in.

I’m sitting through a church service like the one I sat through a few Sundays ago and God pretty much reaches out His holy hand and smacks me in the face.

The pastor showed a very short clip of Tom Brady being interviewed on 60 Seconds. Tom says, “This can’t be it. I mean, come on, there has to be something more.”

Umm…. I don’t know if you know this or not, but Tom Brady has three super bowl rings. Three. Let’s do an analogy. Tom Brady is to football as Karen Kingsbury is to the world of Christian fiction. He’s reached his goals. He’s won the super bowl three times. Yet, something inside him isn’t satisfied. He realizes life isn’t ultimately about the ring. And I realized something I already knew in my head, but hadn’t quite grasped with my heart.

My life isn’t about getting published.

Getting published, while one of my dearest dreams and grandest writing ambitions, is not my life’s pursuit. It shouldn’t be. Because if that’s the basket I’m putting my eggs into. If that’s what I’m banking on to bring about ultimate joy and fulfillment, then I’m in for a sore disappointment. Someday I’ll hold my book in my hand and realize I’m still easily-annoyed by traffic jams. I’m still angry when my husband fails to read my mind. My son still bites when I tell him not to. I’m not selling as many books as I envisioned. I’m not getting the accolades or great reviews I’d set my heart upon. And I’m still hungry (for chocolate, yes, but also for something more).

In the words of Tom Brady….this can’t be it. There has to be something else.

Oh, Lord, I’m so thankful there is.

My life isn’t about pursuing publication. My life’s ultimate goal isn’t about being multipublished with my own shelf in Barnes and Noble. My happiness does not (and should not) hinge upon selling my manuscripts.

My life’s pursuit is Jesus. It’s knowing Him. Drawing near to Him. Pursuing Him with a passion and devotion that trumps any contract, any advance, any amazing phone call that may or may not be coming my way. That’s the “it” Tom Brady was talking about. That’s the “it” I want to cling to. Like the words to that old hymn: Give me one pure and holy passion. Give me one magnificent obsession. Give me one glorious ambition for my life. To know and follow hard after you.”

While writing is a God-given gift and a passion He’s burned into my heart, it’s not my life’s breath. Jesus is my life’s breath. My job is to pursue Him. And let Him do what He wills with my writing. Knowing that makes waiting a lot easier.

Questions to Ponder: Have you had any epiphanies lately? Are you as delusional as me? Have you ever thought getting an agent, or getting a contract, will or would be the answer to all of your prayers?removetweetmeme