Last week, when I blogged about my ‘creative recovery list’ Netflix was on my radar as shall we say…a bit of an addiction. Since then, I’ve been thinking A LOT about this little addiction of mine and how many hours I've whittled away binge watching. Yikes! I’ve stopped calculating.
On the positive, I LOVE that as a viewer I can really sink my teeth into a series and over the course of a weekend I can polish off series. I should clarify…a bad weather winter weekend combined with zero commitments and, it’s short series (I sound a bit defensive—don’t I?!).
Back in the day, I remember when following a series—be it Beverly Hills 90210, Friends, Melrose Place, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and being beside myself with excitement for the next week to come so I could see if Dillon and Brenda got back together. It was a household event to gather around the telly and see what went down in the 90210 zip code. And, oh my goodness, when a series went on hiatus for the summer LOOK OUT! The count down was on for its return.
Delayed gratification was what it was all about. It was frustrating. It was fun. Long gone are those viewing days and now, that Netflix has come into my life holy smokes what a game changer. But, is this evolution in online entertainment for the best?
Well…it’s been great this winter; especially when I wasn’t feeling my perky best. There was a solid two weeks when I didn’t exercise and gave the internet a workout of all workouts. I love crime dramas and I certainly got my fill. The Fall, Mindhunter, Shetland, The Killing, Retribution to name a few and if it’s British all the better. I should mention, these series were not all viewed during the two weeks I was ill (again, I may be sounding a bit defensive). In continuing with my crime enthusiasm, there’s also Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, Father Brown—yes, in the days before Netflix, I was also a fan of Murder She Wrote. It was all about Jessica Fletcher; not only was I fond of her adventures... I kind of liked her name. ;)
OK…time to get back on track here. Of late, I’ve certainly had my fill of murder and serial killers which has left zero room for writing. So basically, I have come to the following conclusion--Netflix is killing my creativity. Or, is it perhaps...my viewing choices? There are after all, some great documentaries on Netflix and a variety of award winning movies—all of which, have been known to inspire. But I’m not choosing to indulge in these tidbits. Boy, oh boy, listen to me rationalize. Yes that's right, I'd have my novel finished if I had made better programming choices—YA RIGHT, who am I kidding? If I am being totally honest with myself I really can’t blame this lapse in creativity on Netflix. It was a good try though. If I’m serious about my craft then writing needs to cut into my Netflix time!
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