by Theresa Miller
I thought about them constantly. Whether with friends, family, or at school, I longed for my next fix. I was obsessed… with Weezer. The first time I heard “Say It Ain’t So” I got on my floor and wrote Rivers Cuomo the longest fan letter he’d probably ever received. At 17, it was the most beautiful song I’d ever heard. It sent me into a researching frenzy, and four hours later I’d memorized most of Weezer’s body of work. They were my teenage obsession.
If you have a teenage obsession good enough to turn into a novel, check out Cecil Castelucci’s YA Workshop: Bullies, Heartbreak, and Teenage Angst. This Sunday, through fun in-class writing exercises, you’ll mine your life’s trials and tribulations for fertile ground to create intriguing stories for teens. By the end of the class, you will walk away with everything you need to hit that first page with verve and conviction. Or learn how to tell your story on the stage with our Mortified Guide to Storytelling class. You’ll learn how to transform your teenage treasures into a cathartic story that will make us laugh, cry, and embrace our inner awkward teen.
Take a look at Writing Pad’s roster of classes below. They’re guaranteed to get your creative juices flowing, teach you invaluable techniques, and help you write and amazing story. We hope to see you at a class soon! And keep reading below the links for this week’s writing prompt.
Writing and Publishing the Modern Short Story
Memorable Memoir Bootcamp
A Novel Approach
Afternoon Delight: A Short Story Workshop
He’s Just Not That Into Your Book: Writing The Self-Help Bestseller
Bullies, Heartbreak, And Teenage Angst: A Ya Workshop
Journalism/Writing For the Web
Writing and Publishing the Personal Essay (1-day)
Writing and Publishing the Personal Essay (1-day online)
Writing and Publishing the Personal Essay (5-wk)
Writing and Publishing the Personal Essay (5-wk online)
Personal Essay and Freelancing: Advanced Class
#FameSuccessLove: Harnessing The Power of Twitter
From Blog Post To Book Deal: A Blog Writing Workshop
Writingpalooza: Find Your Literary Mojo
Writingpalooza: Find Your Literary Mojo (Online)
Writing Accessible Poems
How to Hook an Agent
Publishpalooza: A Book Proposal Workshop (1 Night)
Publishpalooza: A Book Proposal Workshop (5-wk)
Writing the TV Comedy
From Stage to Small Screen: Writing the Comedy Pilot
Writing a Pilot That Can Fly
From Slashers To Body Snatchers: Writing The Horror Screenplay
Dream It, Write It, Pitch It: Screenwriting Bootcamp
The Mortified Guide to Storytelling
Going For the Gut: A Storytelling Workshop
For this week’s writing prompt, think back. Way back. Passed the self-assured adult you’ve become, to the insecure, emotional puddle of teenage angst you once were. What were you, like, TOTALLY into? Was it a band? A graphic novel? A crush? Embarrassing as this may be (it certainly was for me), try your best to remember exactly how you felt when you indulged in your obsession. Write for 10 minutes and include every sensory detail.
I was in love. As far as I was concerned, lead singer Rivers Cuomo was my soulmate. The black rimmed-glasses wearing, lovesick, emo poster boy invaded my daydreams and took up most of my free time. Every song he wrote was poetry, and I knew the meaning to every lyric. Go on, quiz me.
I remember waiting anxiously for church to end so that I could get back to listening to Weezer. As we slowly and painstakingly asked the Lord for forgiveness, I ranked their albums from most awesome to less most awesome. At school, I bombarded my poor friends with so many Weezer facts that I’m surprised they still like me. I figured everyone would be interested to know that Rivers grew up in a commune. No? Well, you just don’t get it.
Then there was the book. I used my computer lab time to print out pictures of the band, interviews, and bios, and pasted them in a purple, velvet lined journal. It contained the members ages and hometowns, stills from music videos, lyrics to their songs, useless facts, and of course, their fan club address. Truly my dorkiest moment. I showed my work of art to anyone who dared enter my room, including my mother, who knows more about the band than any person over 40 should have to. A few months later my obsession died down (their album “Make Believe” helped with that) and I returned to my natural, cynical state, the victim of an intense and fleeting teenage love.
And yes, I still have the book.
What was your teenage obsession? Write about your experience in the comments section and you could win a free class!