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A Bit of Nostalgia

Driving down 95 south just now my head was full of scattered thoughts.

“What’s that smell? Is that my car? I really need to get an oil change. What am I going to eat for lunch? What should I write my thesis on? I really need to get started on that. What am I going to write my 5-page paper on? Did I take Lil out this morning? I hope she hasn’t been barking all day.  I need to get that paper out of the way so I can enjoy the afternoon. Such a beautiful day… such a horrible song!”

I jumped out of my scattered brain for a moment and reached down to the seek button that is cleverly placed right next to my rad tape player in my 2003 door wedge, I mean, Dodge Intrepid. The station jumped and an old familiar song was playing. I giggled. Savage Garden’s “Truly Madly Deeply.”

This was the song that led to my crazy Backstreet Boy obsession back in the day.

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I’m proud to announce… I have my first ever guest blogger, Neha!

I’ve been working on a little blog PR with 20SB. They host these huge Blog Swaps where you are given a partner and post on eachother’s blogs. It is a great way to reach readers you may have never reached before.

This blog swap’s topic was summertime. Without further ado here is a lovely summertime poem by Neha…

I am home

A fairy tale came sat by me

tonight she helps me sleep
Weaving intricate designs to be
Patterns of shared memories

Sparkling chandelier glows in dark
Rusty strings come alive
Casting spells of loves to come
Just like bitter sweet strawberries

Smells of fields and sounds of forest
Painted skies and the man on moon
Shimmering stars and distant lights
Whisper my name, welcome me home

Yes I am home
Tonight I am free
From nightmares that claimed me…..

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I just need to share this….

WordPress tells you how people get to your blog. Today, it has informed me that someone ended up on my blog via the search result…

stick it up your butt emoticon

Yes, I am beyond baffled. I tried it myself. I Googled “Stick it up your butt emoticon.” I couldn’t find my blog anywhere among the results. Hmmm…I guess, I shouldn’t care how you get here as long as you get here. Still, I just want to make it known, I don’t even know what the “stick it up your butt emoticon” looks like nor have I ever used anything remotely along those lines. I don’t use emoticons much…but honestly I’m curious to see what this one looks like.

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Fiction: The What, How & Why of It #3

Show up for work. Writing is work. It needs to be practiced and practiced and practiced {& practiced & practiced & practiced}.

Steele breaks writing into two different categories: hard time and soft time. Sounds a bit like doing a stint in prison, but if you enjoy writing then obviously it is time well spent. Hard time is actually planting your ass in the chair and producing content. It’s where the words are written. The less aknowledged but equally important, soft time, is done at all other times. When you are thinking about your work you’re engrossed in your very own soft time sesh {session but cooler}. Think brainstorming. When you’re considering where you want your piece to go, or not go, you are tossing around ideas and contemplating all of the details–that is soft time.

Personally, soft time is a highly enjoyable portion of the writing process. You don’t need to sit in your office, coffee shop, or at your kitchen table staring at the blinking cursor on your computer screen. Get out! Move around! Explore! Keeping your story in the back of your mind, rather than focusing all of your attention on your problem, you let the inspiration come to you. Writing doesn’t suck, people. It is personal and fun and creative. It is anything you make it.

Steele also writes about two different types of writers: Free Spirits and Stern Editors.

Free Spirit

Free Spirits aren’t hard to imagine. They are completely engrossed when they want to be. They’ll write what they want, when they want, and they don’t feel the need to satisfy others by sticking to the rules. They are mad cool and super chill. They’ll throw you love deuces in excess. Stern Editors {as I hope you have guessed} are about concise, grammatically correct, logical writing. Delete those unnecessary words, rid yourself of those comma splices and don’t you dare use abbrevs because the Stern Editor will hunt you down and there is no telling what price you will pay when you piss off the Stern Editor.

Stern Editors

The point is both need to learn to work well with the other. If you write well you are able to embrace both within yourself. Early on throw around the peace and love and just go with the flow. Set the ground work, but don’t hold yourself back by worrying about anything too much. Free Spirits free write.

Your Turn:
Take this opening phrase: Sam wasn’t sure if it was a wonderful sign or a sign of disaster but Sam knew… Write down that fictional opener, then keep going. Free write, meaning write without stoping or even thinking too much, just scribble away however many things come out. You should write for at least five minutes but feel free to go as long as you like. No one will see this but you, and you have permission for this to be nothing but gibberish. Just feel what it’s like to write in a white heat. 

So, since I’m dedicated to my creative writing experiment, I will set my timer for 10 minutes. I’ll warn you now, I’m a horrible speller. When I free write I close my eyes {is that weird?} so as to not focus or get held back by the typos and misspellings. I let my hands flow over the keyboard and do not correct a single error. I absolutely guarantee it will be complete and utter gibberish. Here is what my free write looks like….

Sam wasn’t sure if it was a wonderful sign or a sign of disaster but Sam knew he felt liberated. He had just trhown his cellphone off of the brooklyn bridge. It was the last of his devices keeping in contact with the world. He was once again his own man. He didn’t belong to his corporate job that had made him miserable for the past 9 years. He’d quit. He had donated all his belongs to the Salvation army and broke his lease on his rent controlled penthouse. He had just thrown away his identity he had spent so many years working to define himself as. No, he knew this was wonderful. Sam let his only family member, his mother, know he was going away for quite some time. It was his last order of business before the cell phone toss. 
“Mom! you home?” He yelled as he walked into the front of his childhood brownstone. 
“I’m back here, Sam. Come join me.” His mother, only 18 years older than he, was cute as a button. The tiny little lady was in the back tending to her window sill overflowing with herbs. He worshiped her. She the woman he compared all women to and he was not embarrassed of this in the least. She had overcome so much in her life, he could not begin to imagine surviving himself. 
“Hey Mom, how are you today?” He asked her. “I’m doing just fine, Sweetie. What are you up to? What day is it? Why aren’t you at work?” 
“I took the day off, Mom. I wanted to drop this off to you. Remember, I told you I am going away for a while?” 
“Oh, yes yes. Is that today? Well, let me bring this inside, washup and we will get started.” 
The two walked inside to the kitchen where Sam opened his bag and pulled out a top of the line, fully-loaded MacBook Pro. The two spent an hour hovered over the “computer machine,” as his mother called it, trying to teach her how to work it. Sam got her to the point where she was able to turn it on and open the internet. She was thrilled because he had set up the “Faceplace” account as she had asked and found her old friend from high school who had told her join about a month before. 
“Well this is just fantastic!” His mother was in awe as she scrolled through the pictures of her highschool days she had been tagged in. 
“Ok mom. I better get going or I don’t think I’ll ever get moving.” He closed the laptop and stood up from the table. 
“Oh Sam I wish you would tell me where you are going. How will I know if you are ok?” 
“It will be fine. I’ll be fine. I told you I will call you in one month, so on the 10th, to let you know I am alive.” He assured her. “I have to go now though mom.” 
” Is this a work thing?” she asked. He ignored her and walked over to the junk drawer where he knew she stored her post-it notes. He wrote “Sam Calls Sept. 10th.” and stuck it to her fridge. He gave his mother a giant bear hug and a kiss on the forehead. I will see you later mom. 
“I just wish you’d stop being so secretive. Where are you going?” Truth was Sam didn’t know where he was going. He didn’t know how he was getting there. He had no clue. No answers. Only questions.
He saw the faint splash from down below as his cell hit the water. He took a deep breath, picked up his backpack and began walking.

So there you have it– my free write. Now as you can tell the Stern Editor would now have to awaken and fix all the mistakes. She would probably tackle my Free Spirit and land a nice right hook to the jaw, but that is ok. At least I just went with it. I leave you with a Steele quote

“Maybe writing fiction is akin to those personal challenges we call recreation…These Things are rewarding because they are not so easy. They awaken us by making us feel the vibrations of our inner potential, regardless of the outcome. Writing is one of the best possible personal challenges because the room for growth is as limitless as outer space and you’re never too young or to old to give it a go.”

Which type of writer do you consider yourself naturally?

Now you try it. Do your own five minute free write sesh. Feel free to share!

This post is part of my creative writing experiment that will get me writing more often and more creatively. All excerpts and “Your Turn” prompts are from the Gotham Writers’ Workshop Writing Fiction: The Practical Guide From New York’s Acclaimed Creative Writing School. As I write my way through this book, I welcome all constructive criticism, suggestions, advice and comments. 

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Fiction: The What, How & Why of It #2

In continuing my creative writing experiment, I have come upon the section titled See the Seeds. To dive into fiction there must first be something to dive into.

Ideas are the seeds from which the mimosa tree or the watermelon or Delphinium of a story will arise. There are no rules about what constitutes a proper seed. It can be a character, a name, a situation, structure, over heard dialogue, a setting, a theme even a vague feeling. — Steele 9

I’ve come to realize, thanks to Steele and Chapter one, writers will inevitably write from what they know whether it simply lend itself to the emotions characters experience, the perspective or the tone of the work. But that isn’t the most important thing when it comes to writing. Write what ignites your interest. It is so incredibly simple. Write about the things that gnaw at your conscience, things you cannot let go of, things that keep you moving forward. You may find it is life’s little unanswered questions that provoke the urge and if that be the case, run with it and see where it takes you.

Personally, I think that is the allure of writing. The possibilities are literally endless. It all depends on where you allow yourself to take it.

Your Turn:
Write down ten things that might possibly serve as story ideas, drawing from things that happened to you over the past week–people, emotions, thoughts, situations. Nothing is too big or small, cosmic or microscopic. Then review you list and pick the idea that looks the most promising for a story. The right idea will probably give you a buzz when you see it. Then list several ways in which this idea might be turned into a fictional story. Will your idea result in a brilliant story? Maybe, maybe not. But you’ll probably discover how plentiful ideas can be.

1. A character finds they have everything anyone would want in their lives, but still struggles with finding happiness. Gives up search…

2. A seemingly normal corporate working woman begins painting images on her Buddha Board at work to relieve stress. Her images come to life start butting in where they don’t belong. She’s committed.

3. Man accidentally finds himself in possession a winning gum ball worth $70 million. He spends the day dreaming and contemplating his next steps.

{He just wanted to chew some gum. He hadn’t heard about the contest for the $70m as he put in his quarter and watched the intriguingly intricate gold-purple-paisley-gum ball tumble down the swirling slide to crash through the tiny little metal door at the bottom of the bright red classic gum ball dispenser. Man gets distracted. Man remembers gum ball. Man examines gum ball and decides it is just too beautiful to eat. He isn’t convinced he got what he paid. He wanted some gum. Goes to Bodega to buy some Winterfresh. Sees ad for $7om gum ball search. Decides to leave store before pulling out gum ball out of pocket in the middle of the street. Stands as life rushes around him, examining the precious ball. Could it be? What now?}

4. Bank teller steals $100 from middle-class stay-at-home-mom too feed family. Mom calls bank to report. Teller loses job & gets revenge on SAH mom.

5. Vintage love.

6. Detailed description of a character realizing the days are getting shorter and what this means in their life.

7. Sex addict meets virgin. Fall in love. Will they make it?

8. The story of the roller coaster ride.

9. Woman grows up with the hope of one day finding her long lost mother only to learn late in life her mother died shortly after her birth by finding stacks and stacks of journals in the attic of her recently deceased father. Questions never asked will always be questions unanswered.

10. My first moments with my new baby mini giraffe.

Some of my ideas are ridiculous, but they were meant to be. Steele explains that first you need to work on producing ideas. These ideas all popped into my crazy-lame head by looking around my tiny little office and day dreaming for about half an hour. Can you imagine how many ideas would come if I decided to devote one day to just brainstorming creative ideas?

These ideas are just seeds. To plant these seeds and get them to grow big and strong, they need to be both entertaining and meaningful and satisfy our primal need for fiction. To satisfy both, fiction demands better story telling than real life, according to Steele.

What are your thoughts on my crazy seeds?

Try it with me! Look around you for some idea seeds of your own?

Did you brainstorm a seed that made you buzz?

This post is part of my creative writing experiment that will get me writing more often and more creatively. All excerpts and “Your Turn” prompts are from the Gotham Writers’ Workshop Writing Fiction: The Practical Guide From New York’s Acclaimed Creative Writing School. As I write my way through this book, I welcome all constructive criticism, suggestions, advice and comments. 

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Fiction: The What, How & Why of it…

Chapter one of GWW Writing Fiction: The Practical Guide from New York’s Acclaimed Creative Writing School by Alexander Steele, as the title suggests, examines the what, how and why of fiction.

Fiction |ˈfik sh ən|(noun): literature in the form of prose, esp. short stories and novels, that describes imaginary events and people.

According to Steele, as humans we write stories for two reasons: entertainment and meaning. Entertainment is obvious. But what in the world does he mean when he says, “we seem to have a primal need for fiction, or really any kind of story, that is as deeply rooted as our need for food, shelter and companionship,”? Well, as humans we are curious and we are insecure. We are searching for the who, what, where, when and why in life. As Steele says, this lofty goal is the search for truth.

Think of the classics. Think:

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (1813)

“The Tell-Tale Heart” Edgar Allen Poe (1843)

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain (1885)

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (1925)

“The Lady with the Dog” by Anton Chekhob (1899)

What do these all have in common? They satisfy our primal needs. They are both entertaining and have great meaning.

I’ve come upon the first “Your Turn” of the book.

Choose a work of fiction that you cherish. In a single sentence,
try to state the major reason why you love reading this work.
Then list several ways with which you think the author achieved
this effect. The reasons don’t have to employ any fancy terms 
and they don’t have to make sense to anyone but you. You’re simply
trying to tune in to the source of the magic.

I can’t pick my favorite work of fiction. It simply isn’t possible. That is just as impossible as picking my favorite song. I cannot do it. I’ll do this exercise on my most recent read, The Girl Who Played With Fire by Stieg Larsson.

I love reading this book because Lisbeth Salander is so extraordinary, and yet she possessed qualities that resonate with readers.

The author achieved this because 1. He made Salander a loner who was beaten down by society and those she relied on. Who hasn’t felt this way before? 2. She was odd, someone not many people would give a second look to. But she was a capable and extremely moral person hellbent on doing what was right. Who doesn’t want to fight for what is right? 3. Though relatable, she is extreme, an extent  readers would think about going to but probably wouldn’t have the cajones to carry through.

What I am saying is she provoked my curiosity because she was a peculiar character and yet, she was like me. She fights for what she believes in. She is searching for justice and the truth just as I am. Salander was just one aspect of the book though. I think the book was phenomenal because it takes readers to a fantasy that still grasps at reality. Seemingly real people in extraordinary situations, I suppose. Makes you wonder, if I were in those situations would I do what these characters did?

Have you read The Girl Who series by Stieg Larsson?

What did you like and how did Larsson achieve that effect?

This post is part of my creative writing experiment that will get me writing more often and more creatively. All excerpts and “Your Turn” prompts are from the Gotham Writers’ WorkshopWriting Fiction: The Practical Guide From New York’s Acclaimed Creative Writing School. As I write my way through this book, I welcome all constructive criticism, suggestions, advice and comments. 

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The good and the bad–products

So, yesterday I noticed a bunch of coupons at the bottom of my CVS receipt. I took this as an opportunity to try out a couple beauty products. I’ve been wanting to try that New CoverGirl Outlast Lip Stain. I wanted something pale and very subtle so I went with “flirty nude”.

No Bueno

Let me start off by telling you, it looks like I drank about 3 gallons of red Kool-aid. Flirty nude? NO, more like I-just-ate-a-cherry-popsicle-and-slobbered-all-over-my-face.  I look {straight-up super seriously} foolish. Before applying and seeing as it is a stain, I used a honey and sugar lip exfoliant to make sure my lips were nice and soft {dry skin on the lips makes for an uneven application}. Then I went for it. It needs to be called a lip marker. It works exactly like a Sharpie. I color with the some champion 4-year-old colorers {Sensei Peyton} and thankfully my training has come in handy. You have to color in your lips using a stiff dried-up Sharpie {be sure to color in the lines!!}. The smooth gliding formula that the product claims is non-existant.

Color: Extremely misleading.

Price: $8.99 {Wasted}

Wear: Uneven, fades streaky {Kool-aid stash} lasts max 3 hours.

{NOT Recommended}

I also had a coupon for Sally Hansen Crackle Overcoat nail polish. Crackle seems to be all the rage. Everyone seems to want that disheveled look.

Vintage Violet

I figured, since it would be next to nothing to buy two with my coupons {coo-pins!!}, I’d give them a try. My initial thought was that they must be worth it because there were very very few choices left in the store. I went with the vintage violet and fractured foil. I painted a solid base coat in basic white first, then applied the fractured foil crackle polish overcoat. It did just as it said. It crackled. My only issue was my own poor judgement with the white base coat. It came out looking like I painted my nails then made it my mission to let everything mess it up before it dried {Note to self: more contrast needed to see crackle}. I experiemented with the vintage violet on my tootsies, and I’ll be honest it looked pretty sick {BA for certain}. I even tried layering the vintage violet and fractured foil, which turned out sort of awesome as well. You’ll have to experiment a bit with how thick or thin you want it to get your desired crackle effect. All in all it was a straight forward, easy to use and did as it says.

Color: right on {duh, you can see it}

Price: Approx. $6.99

Wear: Easy application, fast drying, good value


Have you used these products before? Do you agree? Leave a comment.

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& so it begins…

I’ve decided to go ahead with the write-my-way-through-a-creative-writing-book idea.

The book:

Gotham Writers’ Workshop

Writing Fiction: The Practical Guide From New York’s Acclaimed Creative Writing School

Last night, I got re-acquainted with the book {I’ve had it since high school}. I read the “From Gotham Writers’ Workshop Founders” first. I learned that the workshop has turned into a large operation with hundreds of instructors and thousands of students each year.

When I discussed my idea I met some heavy criticism, which I wasn’t expecting. I was told “you can’t teach talent. You can either write or you can’t,” and another said “The only way to write well is to read.”  I was thoroughly  shocked at both of these responses. Yes, you indeed can’t teach raw talent, but you can certainly foster, refine and improve your skills. Then, of course, reading absolutely makes you a stronger writer, however, I’ll have to argue that reading is the only way to be a good writer {calling BS on this one}. Though these responses to my {what I considered brilliant} idea were unexpected, they did make me realize these people were completely unfounded in their criticisms and just wanted to discourage me for some reason or another. Mission incomplete. Discourage me and I will do anything to prove you wrong {I’d like to thank those who didn’t believe in me or my idea. You were a marvelous inspiration and I couldn’t have done it without you}.

To my surprise the book agreed with me:

“Simply put, we believe anyone can write. We believe writing is a craft that can be taught. True, talent cannot be taught, only nurtured, but the craft of writing can be taught. We’re devoted to teaching the craft in a way that is so clear, direct, and applicable that our students begin growing as writers during their very first class.”

From “How to Use this Book”:

“You shouldn’t just read your way through this book, but write your way through it as well. After all, you’re reading this book because you want to write….You shouldn’t worry about turning these exercises into brilliant works of fiction. Rather you should simply focus on experimenting and having fun with the task at hand.”

{That I will!}

Now that I am confident my idea/experiment is on key and in harmony with the purpose of the book, I was ready to get started. Not so fast. Before diving into chapter one, I first had to read the short story Cathedral by Raymond Carver. The book references this short story quite often.

Cathedral is a great short story. As it turned out, I liked it a great deal. I won’t go into great detail in case you’re interested in checking it out yourself {recommended}. But, it is about a man who is visited by his wife’s blind friend. He is horribly uncomfortable with the idea and doesn’t know how to go about interacting with someone with a disability. You almost hate the guy from the beginning because he is so ignorant. As the story progresses, his point of view becomes more and more enlightened as he learns about the blind man’s abilities. The shift in the way you feel about the almost ignorant man is incredible. That is what I would like to achieve with my writing.

I’ll jump into chapter one as soon as possible.

Excited to move forward!

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I have been feeling a bit unproductive lately. I need a project that is fun, worthwhile and makes me feel productive.

{Light bulb}

Ever since I was a very young child sneaking under the covers after bedtime with my flashlight and notebooks writing whatever came to mind, I have wanted to take a creative writing class. When I was in fifth grade, I even wrote a short 100-page novel. As I’ve gotten older, however, I’ve spent less time writing creativly and went into just writing my day to day in a journal or school work. No bueno. My life just isn’t very interesting. I tried for 2 years to work in a writing minor at Iona College because I would get to take one creative writing class, but unfortunately, it just wouldn’t fit into my schedule. I ended up with a minor in English, but of course that was all reading.

So what is my genius idea? {get to the point!} Maybe I can find one of my old creative writing books. Think Julie & Julia. Blogger Julie cooks her way through Julia Child’s cook book. I’ll write my way through a creative writing book. If I remember correctly some books I’ve read have exercises to complete as you read.

This might help me because I haven’t produced or done anything productive other than read and make money this summer. It will satisfy this creative itch I’ve had lately too. It’ll hopefully make me a stronger writer. And maybe, just maybe, it will help me take this blog in a particular direction, because as you can tell I have been struggling with finding a topic for this stupid thing.

Just wanted to throw the idea out there. It won’t be pretty. I love to write, but I’m not saying it’s going to be any good. But’s my idea. Thought I’d get it on to paper and mull it over. I’ve had {brilliant} ideas before that have poofed into the black abyss of my mind before and others that still sit collecting dust on the back shelves of my inner workings. I have a book in mind, but I am still looking into others.

Know of any good creative writing books you can suggest?

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Here is draft #1 of my portfolio. It is still {very much} in progress. I’m planning on adding a bunch of other pieces of work, but that is a matter of sorting through allmy school, work and internship docs from the past 4 years. I also updated my page–click here to check it out!I’d love your suggestions, thoughts, comments, constructive criticisms, questions, ideas and whatever else you have to say. 🙂

Check it out!  

3000 Club

Jeter made 3000 hits {3001, 3002, 3003 too!} at my first ever Yankee game.

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Day Twenty-One-ish: Nicknames

Nicknames you have; why do you have them

I am a woman of many names. My given name is Sarah, but rarely does anyone actually call me by it… I am

  • Meech/Meecha. From what I understand, Meech is a nick name of my middle name Michelle. I’ve been called this by my sibs and my mom since before I can remember.
  • Bear. A short version of Sarah Bear of course.
  • Sweetie Pie.
  • Smarsma. I created my own “SM” language in elementary school and this was my name.
  • Mom. I was given this nickname in high school for what I am going to call leadership qualities. Some might argue I was more of a bossy ring-leader.
  • Pookie. Another high school nickname.
  • Sar. That is a given.
  • Ryck. This one sort of sucks as it makes me out to be a man.
  • Sarita. People began calling me this once I went away to college. It has been passed and adopted by my friends in different circles.
  • Sarah Michelle. Only if I’m in deep shit.
  • Sas, Sasibell. Same as above. It grew out of the college years. Two friends started it and it has stuck.
  • Babe. What the boy calls me.
  • Rochester. Because people have to highlight what makes you different. Apparently, I have an accent that makes people wonder where I am from.
  • Smiley. This is primarily a work nickname. I’m always trying to be happy and smiling. I’m honestly not that damn happy. I just want your money. Smiles get tips!
  • Palin. I was at a party and once again someone was talking about my “accent.” A dumb girl thought I was from Alaska. Everyone laughed but then someone chimed in I kind of look like her. It stuck.
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Day Twenty-ish…TV Show

The prompt asked me to write about a TV show I’m currently obsessing over. There is only one show I have anxiously been awaiting for what has been much too long. True Blood.

True Blood is based on of Charlaine Harris‘ Sookie Stackhouse series of books (fun easy reads, I recommend you add them to your summer reading list!). With the creation of synthetic blood, vampires decide it is time to reveal themselves to the world. Unfortunately, their great reveal has not been the smoothest of transitions for some beings, humans, vampires and beyond, particularly in the small town of Bon Temps. Barmaid and telepath, Sookie Stackhouse, however finds the vampires to be a welcomed breath of fresh air. For once she doesn’t have to struggle to ignore the mental chatter she has to work so hard to block out when with her human companions. Able to find peace in the silence, Sookie falls in love with vampire Bill and is lured into the deep world of the supernatural.

The show’s star Anna Paquin plays Sookie to the tee as she is described in the books, at least in my opinion. She’s among great talent all around though. Stephen Moyer plays the conflicted Bill Compton. Sam Trammell as Sam Merlotte is right on as well when looking back to the shows novel origins. My personal favorite is Alexander Skarsgard as Eric Norhman though. He has the bad-boy vampire thing down. Pair that with his abs, his primal vampire lust and danger, you’ll find yourself  in the grasp of quite a bit of tension.

So yes, I am obsessed with a TV show and it is True Blood. I almost hate to admit it. Vampires have never interested me and with the recent explosion over Twilight, I grew to dislike them even more. Thankfully, True Blood isn’t for teeny-boppers. It is very much a show for mature audiences. So if you like just a bit of fantasy, mystery, plenty of suspense and some steamy sex scenes, I definitely recommend True Blood.

Season 4 begins this Sunday, June 26 at 9pm on HBO.

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Blog on hold.

For the time being, I’m going to have to put this blog on hold. I’ve decided I really need to write about something that matters– that I can showcase in a portfolio and be proud of producing. That said, I’m placing my writing energy into freelance. I’m searching out people and contacts willing to give me an assignment. I’m willing to test many different writing styles, techniques and platforms.

If you’re looking for a writer, let me know!

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The Green Hornet

Okay, so I just got home from a screening of “The Green Hornet.” Going into the theater my expectations were low. My boyfriend said it was going to suck, my father said “that looks stupid,” and my friend said she wasn’t really excited about this one. But as the movie wrapped up I walked out of the theater and listened to everyone buzzing like bees about the film. And I agree with their buzz. It was a neat flick. I know some don’t agree though.

Apparently, there were some  fans of the 1930s radio serial, 1960’s television show and those in the Comic-Con scene that weren’t open to the mix of super-hero action and low- brow humor. This really confuses me because I thought comics were comedic? Anyway Seth Rogen, the films co-writer and actor, acknowledged the less than warm welcome of the films entry into the action-comedy genre alongside hits such as “Super-man.”

“It’s a difficult movie to conceive of, and I think that’s one of the reasons people were so weirded out when this first came along,” said Rogen. “You don’t instantly picture a good version of this.”

I say let the welcome be warm! Britt Reid (Seth Rogen) inherits his father’s estate including his newspaper The Daily Sentinel. Reid’s father was a giant dick so Reid teams up with his father’s mechanic and barista, Kato (Jay Chou), to deface the statue built to commemorate his father. In the process, Reid finds himself unsuccessfully trying to save a couple in trouble. Kato leaps to his defense and saves the clueless Reid. Then it begins.

With the taste of excitement, Reid and Kato decide to take on LA’s crime. They use Reid’s newly inherited newspaper to conceal their identities and promote their superhero adventures. The neighborhood crime boss, Chudnofsky (Christopher Waltz), isn’t feeling up to the competition. He places a $1M bounty on the Green Hornet’s head. All hell breaks out.

I’m not usually a fan of violence, but this film had some pretty awesome action scenes that were impressive even to one not impressed by action at all. I found myself really into the conflicts rooting for the homegrown heroes. The humor throughout the movie is what you expect out of Rogen. Stupid and simple but cleaver.

Eventually, Reid learns his father had integrity when it came to his newspaper, but still he sees his dad as a prick. The only gripe I can think of was that I waited for some sort of great moral ending or lesson to be learned, which I never got.

I’m not a movie reviewer. I can’t go into anything specific about the technical aspects of the film. The 3-D seemed a bit unnecessary but nice to have, I suppose. If I had to give it a rating, I’d say a solid 3.7 stars. It was funny. I caught myself laughing quite a bit. My father thought some material was just dumb. It’s definitely geared towards a younger crowd.

Overall, audiences going to this movie aren’t going to know anything about “The Green Hornet” origins. They’ll be expecting Seth Rogen being his “par-taying” usual self. They’ll get that and more. The action was better and more impressive than I could have imagined. I liked the characters’ development, though there could have been a bit more chemistry between the Hornet & his “side-kick.” I didn’t expect too much creativity when it came to this movie but there really was a good amount. The attention to detail in a few scenes really made the intricacies of the plot pop. Oh, and the black beauty was beyond awesome. 

Watch the trailer. Go see this move. It’s pretty cool.

Recommended. Bam!

I’m currently watching

I used to be fat. This chick is attempting to lose like 90lbs in one summer….She’s literally crying like a 2-year-old. Her trainer is giving her nasty attitude right back. It’s sort of funny, I’m not going to lie.


All right, so remember I mentioned I really badly want a funky new bed spread or comforter. Well,{Bam!} I found it! I really want it, but I’m not sure if I’m willing {able} to pay $200+ for the queen size. Its the Wildfield Bedding form Anthropologie. It’s just so beautiful and exactly the color scheme I was going for…

Isn't it perfect?

I would really like this. :[ If you know of anywhere I can buy this on sale, on eBay, on freaking Craig’s list even {please, please keep your bed bugs to yourself}. I will consider it {okay, so my skin is crawling. Craig’s list but only if it’s brand new}.

Even if you know a place that sell similar comforters & bed spreads PLEASE let me know. The hours I’ve spent searching for a bed spread is on the verge of being obsessive. Help a sista out?

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Giving up…

Is anyone else a fan of random google searches? I sure am. I type something that’s been running through my mind and I see what pops up {older blog similar idea}. A while ago it was giving up. To my surprise, the first result was a simple little video to Ingrid Michaelson’s “giving up.”  I’ve loved loved loved Ms. Michaelson since before it was the cool thing to do. Just ask my poor boyfriend who sat through multiple listenings and analyses of every song I could find of hers. I was thrilled {to say the least} when she was the first result.

Upon your first listen, because the song is so slow and repetitive, it sounds desolate like she’s giving up on everything {the original video I found was great but unfortunately embedding is disabled. Here’s the same song different video}:

Did you get that she isn’t giving up?! She’s not giving up at all. She’s found she will be  happy in all that is imperfect. I think what she’s saying is she’s giving up her insecurities. I think she’s giving up the what-ifs and life’s imperfections and she’s loving what she has, which of course is “you.”

What if we stop having a ball?
What if the paint chips from the wall?
What if there’s always cups in the sink?
What if I’m not what you think I am?

{What if everything isn’t perfect. What if we don’t work out}

What if I fall further than you?
What if you dream of somebody new?
What if I never let you win, chase you with a rolling pin?
Well what if I do?

{What if I love you more that you love me. What if I go bat shit crazy?}

I am giving up on making passes and
I am giving up on half empty glasses and
I am giving up on greener grasses
I am giving up

{Well I’m giving up on losing out. I’m giving up on other guys. I’m giving up negativity. I’m giving up on what-ifs and insecurities}

What if our baby comes home after nine?
What it your eyes close before mine?
What if you lose yourself sometimes? Then I’ll be the one to find you
Safe in my heart

{What if we ruin our children. What if I’m left all alone. What if we aren’t perfect. That’s okay because I’ll love you all the same}

I am giving up on making passes and
I am giving up on half empty glasses and
I am giving up on greener grasses
I am giving up

I am giving up
I am giving up
I am giving up on greener grasses

I am giving up for you
I am giving up for you
I am giving up

{I’m giving up the negativity, the what-ifs and the insecurities because I believe in you. I’m giving up the search for greener grasses because there’s no one greener than you}

Well, there you have it. Ingrid isn’t giving up at all. She’s committing herself to the person the song is written about. My interpretation to another Ingrid song. Maybe you don’t agree you. You don’t need to. I get this chick though and I’m sticking by my interpretation because it made me feel all better. Bam!

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