Recently, I accidently caught a movie on TV that had one of my favorite stars. It was a historical movie and I’d never seen him in anything but contemporary films. At the time, I thought how cool actors could “live” in any time zone they wanted. Even with dinosaurs, though that’s not exactly factual history! Can you imagine…the clothes, the speech, the adventure? I want to be an actor!
Wait a minute! I’m better! I’m a writer. I’m the one who builds the worlds, creates the adventures, travels through time so the actor can have his job. Where would an actor be without his script? Standing on a set, waiting for someone to put words in his mouth. Without the writer, the actor is nothing more than a puppet.
But sometimes, it’s the actor who gives the heart to character to make it resonate with the reader. Too often, though the movie might not have duplicated the movie exactly, it CAN draw new readers to the writer’s work. And I know I’ve seen a lot of movies made from books or short stories I’ve never read that impressed me enough to go looking for more.
But still it’s the writer who sets the foundation of the story.
But it was the minstrel who gave voice to the story to those masses who couldn’t read.
But what about the guys who spent hours, chipping stories into stone or painting on cave walls?
Ooooh, my head is hurting. So, which came first…the writer or the actor?