It's Friday Everyone!

First thing is first, SUPERNATURAL returned last night with an all new episode. As everyone who knows me knows, this is my favorite tv show since my other favorite, Pushing Daises, got canceled. The episode dealt with the boys at a psych ward as they investigated a string of "suicides". Needless, to say they had to blend in and act crazy. My favorite part (possible spoiler) was when Dean pulled down his pants and screamed "Pudding!". But enough about Supernatural...

I figure Fridays could serve as updates regarding my mental state... I mean, my progress on projects and what not. I lament to say that I haven't touched Purgatory this week. I blame homework and the internet. I do plan on working on it tomorrow. However, this means the deadline has to be pushed back to February 28th. Why? Because I have about four essays I need to write at some point, though two are not due until March something. I figure it's better to get those out of the way to leave more room for Purgatory.

I also would like to enter "The First Line Literary Journal" contest which is due February 1st. That's only a week to write it so I can't guarantee that I will make it. But, it sounds like fun anyway. The first line has to be: Working for God is never easy. I already know what I want to write, but it's just a manner of doing so. If any of you are interested in entering, go here: http://thefirstline.com/

And since my Sonnet 66 essay calls, ergh, I leave you with this:

What do you want to see in a vampire novel? Yes, this is in regards to BL. I'm trying something new, as in, getting random opinions. Personally, I want vampires to be violent and drink human blood. Anything else?

Oh, and my floor broke.


I had a dream the night before this happened that my floor was broken and I found a suitcase inside. In the dream the suitcase was not important and so I never opened it. I'm a little tempted to open the floor through that crack just to see if maybe... oh, dear.

This is a little late...

For those of you who were unaware, I teamed up with Diego recently and created a comic with him. Due to time constraints on both our parts, we haven't worked on it since December. Hopefully, that will change soon. As in once we balance our time better. For now, enjoy these oldies but goodies :]

Diego is the illustrator and I am the writer for this comic.

Daybreakers

I know what you're thinking... Daybreakers has nothing to do with writing. Well, you're wrong. It relates to BL, obviously.

I went to see it yesterday, and my condensed review is:

The movie was awesome. Hopefully, this is the beginning of REAL vampires in our pop culture again. I'm tired of all these teen vampires running around. Did Daybreakers meet my expectations? Not entirely, but I am a very picky person when it comes to vampires. I especially enjoyed the Subsiders because they showed the real ugly side of vampires, and they reminded me of Dracula in a way. In addition, the ending was just what I expected. It didn't rush things and I liked that. (I'm obviously leaving out the actual ending because I do not want to spoil).

Moral of the Story: I'm pumped to continue to write in BL thanks to this movie.

Oh, and in case you didn't notice. Daybreakers was a trending topic yesterday on Twitter. I couldn't resist and clicked on what people had to say. The majority seemed happy about it, while there were a few tweets that read as:

"Daybreakers is the WORST vampire movie." --> To which I respond: Sorry it didn't involve sparkling vampires you darling pumpkin.

And my favorite:
"Daybreakers had too much gore and blood." --> To which I respond: Duh. Vampires.

Seriously, it's when a book or movie about vampires doesn't have blood or fights that disappoints me.

The problem with Sandra Cisneros...

Don't get me wrong; I admire Sandra Cisneros. She has accomplished quite a bit. You can't really argue against a MacArthur Foundation Fellowship recipient.

The problem with her, and perhaps other Hispanic-American writers that I have yet to read, is that they make me look bad. I can only speak about Cisneros, since I have actually read her work. House on Mango Street is a deep portrayal about the Hispanic culture. Her book means something.

People, especially professors, look at me and expect me to write the same type of literature. I can't because I never had the same ethnic experience that is expected of me. Whenever I say I don't plan on writing that sort of story, they seem disappointed that I would be wasting my talent. After all, America needs to "recognize more Hispanic authors".

I'd rather people read my stories because of the actual stories. My name is just a name, and frankly I am also tired of people constantly putting down what I do have a passion for writing.

This would be classified as "genre". I dislike this word because of the connotation that goes with it, as in "junk" and "pulp".

Moral of the story: I can't measure up to Sandra Cisneros because I don't plan on writing the same stories she does. Do I not want to impact people too? Yes. I just have a different idea as to what I want my impact to be.

Purgatory Deadline

I can has book published?

Well, I'm not there yet. I do, however, hope to have the completed draft to Purgatory by January 30th. I will then be looking for test readers who will be able to give me feedback. I will use said feedback on the "final" draft of Purgatory, which will be the version I send out to agents.

For those of you who aren't aware what Purgatory is about, (i.e. Those who are asking "what happened to BL?" On Hold.) here is a quick summary via the main character:

"Purgatory is supposed to be a type of limbo where souls await to go to heaven or hell, or at least that's what they tell you. Truth is, Purgatory is a fucking town with a carnival at its heart. I'm not sure which I hate more: the day when the carnival is desolate and quiet or the night when it all comes to life. The lights flash everywhere and the rides start up on their own. The merry-go-round goes around and around and around. If you listen hard enough you could even hear the honk of a big red nose. The giant red tent in the center of it suddenly lights up too. And then the music commences, and plays non-stop through the night, just keeps going and going. It's meant to drive you mad. You can tolerate it the first few weeks that you're here, depending on how strong you are. Then you throw yourself on the ground with your hands covering your ears, just wishing that it would stop. After 272 nights of this, I should have begged them to take me already. I should have allowed them to drag my grateful body across the carnival grounds. I should have let them laugh and point and laugh again. And yet I haven't. I'm not sure how many others have lasted this long, but I know most don't even make it past the never-ending jingle."

Currents

Short Stories Only (taking a break from the tedious editing of BL)

Anti-Depressant

Tyler the Great

The Dead Man's Girl

Autumn Overture (again? yes, again.)

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