Hello, all. I realize it's been awhile since I made a post. I apologize for that. I've been busy, as I work on multiple manuscripts at a time. And, I also have a lot of school work to do at this time of the year, as it is winter where I live, & I haven't had much time to type. I am actually typing this from a school computer, as I have only started typing my manuscripts again recently, & am trying to close out an old system & start a new one.
But, as this post may suggest, I have finished another book. This manuscript happens to be one of my particular favorites. The name of the manuscript is Tears In The Rain. I should get it done by Valentine's Day, as it is a love story. But, the main theme of this book is a bittersweet topic because some of you will have more words on it than I can say her (and, believe me, I try to make these posts be long, & this being one of my particular favorite manuscripts, there are so many themes in that book I could talk about that I could write a manuscript about that.). The reason for that is because you quite possibly live in a non-democratic, non-capitalist society, which don't get me wrong America is not always a walk on the beach to live in either, where you have less of a choice of this thing I am about to talk about this. For the Americans that are reading this post, you probably know a little bit about this theme, but, not to the degree I am about to discuss this about.
Either way, the major theme of Tears In The Rain that I am going to discuss today is your life rights.
In Tears In The Rain, the main male character is a "starving artist" who was born in China (no, literately, the man is a poverty-stricken artist). He has no way of using his life rights of right to a healthy living residence & a fair income. In that same retrospect, the main female character is a wealthy woman who is being forced to marry a rich man by her stepfather. She has no way of using her life rights of right to fall in love & right to be married to a man who loves her despite her beauty & wealth, & sees her as human and not a toy.
So, yeah, you probably get the gist of where I am going. I am talking for the first time about the inalienable rights every human has. There will be several posts about this since I am American & have a sense this post will earn me my first comment.
Anyway, there are several human rights everyone is born with. But, the main reason I am talking about this is that there are so many places & times & dates at which we can't choose. Now, I'm all que ser ra, ser ra as much as the next guy you'll meet. But, there's a difference between my que ser ra, que ser ra & que ser ra in a country like, oh I don't know, Pakistan.
In many countries in the Middle East & Africa & parts of Asia, & I don't really know why this is, you have no way of accessing your life rights. Everything, from the car you drive to the man/woman you spend your life with, is decided by someone, mostly the government. In those countries, I bet my left arm that if you even begin to read half of the posts on this blog, you'll be in jail before you can even say "AspieGoth". I don't have to use an example for this, as if you live in this type of country, probably know it already.
In so many other countries, you have some control of your life rights, but, not much. Again, as a US citizen, I'm not sure why. But, just like I said before, you'd probably get arrested for reading this blog. One example of this (and, I'm not sure about if they changed this or not) is that in Russia, Goths, Emos, & people of the Heavy Metal subculture/religion (half of England follows Heavy Metal as an official religion apparently) cannot sell their music online or go into a government building dressed as the people of their subculture (Which is why I must send a shout out to Russia, as the second biggest demographic of blog readers come from Russia. I'm sorry your government only elects idiots for leaders! :-I)
On that note, I leave this post up for discussion.
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Sunday, July 29, 2012
End Of A Book Reflections: Fear Of The Unknown
Okay. I apologize for the lapse in posts on this blog. There is really no excuse for that. But, somehow, I was too busy with a lot of personal & literary & creative matters to write on my blog. So, that's my excuse. At the moment, I had a long day, & just finished typing a chapter in The Devil Horn's Toss. So, just bear with me, I'd rather be finishing the final chapters of Savant & working on the musical that replaced The Devil Horns' Toss right now.
But, as this post suggests, I have finished The Devil Horns' Toss. And, I will be reflecting on the overall theme of the book. Now, this reflection I promise will be a little less ranty than Borders & Envelopes' end of book reflections, because The Devil Horns' Toss is a lot weirder than Borders & Envelopes was.
Anyway, the main theme of The Devil Horns' Toss was the Unknown. But, looking at all my manuscripts, that is a common theme in a lot of my books/movies/plays. So, I looked deeper in the manuscript. And, I found the overall main theme of the book was Fear of The Unknown. So, that's what this'll be about.
Either way, the fear of the unknown is what has drove the forces of mankind & all other life forms except cells & plants. And, not all of the ways the fear of the unknown drive mankind & all animals are good. Most of the time, it leads to wild/injured animals attacking humans/other wild/domestic animals/inanimate objects. Now, do not get me wrong. Humans expierience it too. A perfect example of humans being negatively affected by the fear of the unknown is the driving of many wierd & wonderful animals to extinction/near extinction. Another perfect two examples of humans being negatively affected by the fear of the unknown that probably suits this summary of The Devil Horns' Toss best is postmedia reactions to Columbine & the reactions of many extremist pseudochristian churches to heavy metal/rock n' roll bands such as (oh, I don't know...) Marilyn Manson, Ozzy Osbourne, Black Sabbath, Rolling Stones, (insert other band names that have faced churches picketing their concerts here).
In The Devil Horns' Toss, the main character is a member in a rock n' roll band whose girlfriend & band mates are kidnapped by Mephistopheles. His evilness then challenges the main character to a game of bowling. Throughout the book, the main character is going through a lot of fear of the unknown. He doesn't know how to bowl, so, he is afraid to lose the game. And, more importantly, he is afraid because he doesn't know what's going to happen next.
But, as this post suggests, I have finished The Devil Horns' Toss. And, I will be reflecting on the overall theme of the book. Now, this reflection I promise will be a little less ranty than Borders & Envelopes' end of book reflections, because The Devil Horns' Toss is a lot weirder than Borders & Envelopes was.
Anyway, the main theme of The Devil Horns' Toss was the Unknown. But, looking at all my manuscripts, that is a common theme in a lot of my books/movies/plays. So, I looked deeper in the manuscript. And, I found the overall main theme of the book was Fear of The Unknown. So, that's what this'll be about.
Either way, the fear of the unknown is what has drove the forces of mankind & all other life forms except cells & plants. And, not all of the ways the fear of the unknown drive mankind & all animals are good. Most of the time, it leads to wild/injured animals attacking humans/other wild/domestic animals/inanimate objects. Now, do not get me wrong. Humans expierience it too. A perfect example of humans being negatively affected by the fear of the unknown is the driving of many wierd & wonderful animals to extinction/near extinction. Another perfect two examples of humans being negatively affected by the fear of the unknown that probably suits this summary of The Devil Horns' Toss best is postmedia reactions to Columbine & the reactions of many extremist pseudochristian churches to heavy metal/rock n' roll bands such as (oh, I don't know...) Marilyn Manson, Ozzy Osbourne, Black Sabbath, Rolling Stones, (insert other band names that have faced churches picketing their concerts here).
In The Devil Horns' Toss, the main character is a member in a rock n' roll band whose girlfriend & band mates are kidnapped by Mephistopheles. His evilness then challenges the main character to a game of bowling. Throughout the book, the main character is going through a lot of fear of the unknown. He doesn't know how to bowl, so, he is afraid to lose the game. And, more importantly, he is afraid because he doesn't know what's going to happen next.
Friday, June 1, 2012
In A Suburban Home: A Story I Read That Inspired Me
Okay. I was wanting to receive the more views on this blog. And, the last post was sort of depressing. So, I wanted to enlighten all of you with a story I read many years ago. It was turned into a book, but, I decided to retell it & I forget the title & author's name. So, here's In A Suburban Home:
Once there was a Middle American town known as Ho-humville. Ho-humville was a quiet town filled with only the most corperate jobs & the most corperate businesses run by the most mundane people. And, these mundane people lived in all the same house painted & built the same size, shape, & color.
One day, a seagull was flying in the neighboring town of Cape Our Lady Of Guadalupe. The seagull flew over a fish market next to the town's dock to the ocean. It hovered down, & picked up a bucket of salmon-pink paint. The store owner & the painter were in a heated argument over whether to paint the store ambrosia or cerulean, so, they didn't notice the bird fly off with the paint. Well, the seagull didn't get very far, I tell you what. Eventually, it got to Ho-humville. And, when it did, its feet were too weak to carry such a big bucket. So, it dropped the bucket of paint. However, it happened to drop the bucket on the roof of fellow pencil pusher Mr. Johnson's roof.
Mr. Johnson was horrified when he first noticed the pink paint on his black shingles & white walls. But, then, he got an idea. He went to the hardware store, found the exact same shade of salmon pink, & headed home. The next day, there was a fuss all around the neighborhood and the whole town. Mr. Johnson was painting his whole house salmon pink!
A lot of people showed up to see what Mr Johnson was doing. The Home Owners Association threatened to evict him unless he changed his house back to the way it was before. The police threatened to arrest him. The local pastor even shook the holy scriptures & threatened that Mr Johnson was condemned to go to hell unless he kept his house the way it was before.
But, Mr Johnson said to all of them "My house is me, & I am it, & my house is all my dreams. Nothing you can do or say can keep me from following my heart in a suburban home."
When Mr. Johnson said this, the whole town thought he went crazy. There was one person who wasn't appalled by Mr. Johnson's actions was his next door neighbor on the left, Mr. Smith. He was also a pencil pusher who was fighting boredom. And, he always wanted to see the ocean. So, he went to the hardware store and purchased some blue paint.
The next day, Mr Smith began to paint blue waves onto his house. Mr Johnson had finished painting his house salmon & was painting his shingles orange. The whole town had decided to leave Mr. Johnson alone.But, they didn't leave Mr Smith alone. This time, local children at school were receiving extra credit for writing letters to Mr. Smith to try to convince him to change his house back.
But, Mr. Smith said to all of them "My house is me, & I am it, & my house is all my dreams. Nothing you can do or say can keep me from following my heart in a suburban home."
The town thought Mr. Smith had lost his mind. There was one person besides Mr Johnson that understood. And, that was Ms. Jones. She was Mr. Johnson's neighbor on the right. She was also a secretary that always loved spring. So, she went to the hardware store & bought spring green paint.
Mr. Johnson was now re shingling & painting the roof. Mr. Smith was now painting a sea green on his house where there was once white. The town was leaving them alone. But, when they caught wind of what Ms. Jones was doing, they protested. The PTO even formed an angry mob around the door, threatening to press federal charges unless she changed her house back.
Ever persistent, Ms. Jones said to all of them "My house is me, & I am it, & my house is all my dreams. Nothing you can say or do can keep me from following my dream in a suburban home."
The town assumed she had also lost her mind. So, they left her alone. Mrs. Miller, a retired schoolteacher who lived across the street from Mr. Johnson, was watching closely. She had always loved sunsets, & had always wanted to paint her house like one. She bought the yellow-orange paint. But, due to her advanced age, she hired three high school boys to do it.
Again, the town protested. This time, the local nursing home threatened to admit her unless she changed her house back.
Mrs. Miller was older & much wiser than most of the mere mortal town folks. "My house is me, & I am it, & my house is all my dreams. Nothing you do or say can keep me from following my heart in a suburban home."
And so, the pattern continued until each & every house was a unique work of art. And, in the process, more jobs were created that weren't as mundane & corporate. Eventually, they changed the name of the town from Ho-humville to Wonderland.
THE END
Hopefully, this inspired you as much as it did me.
Once there was a Middle American town known as Ho-humville. Ho-humville was a quiet town filled with only the most corperate jobs & the most corperate businesses run by the most mundane people. And, these mundane people lived in all the same house painted & built the same size, shape, & color.
One day, a seagull was flying in the neighboring town of Cape Our Lady Of Guadalupe. The seagull flew over a fish market next to the town's dock to the ocean. It hovered down, & picked up a bucket of salmon-pink paint. The store owner & the painter were in a heated argument over whether to paint the store ambrosia or cerulean, so, they didn't notice the bird fly off with the paint. Well, the seagull didn't get very far, I tell you what. Eventually, it got to Ho-humville. And, when it did, its feet were too weak to carry such a big bucket. So, it dropped the bucket of paint. However, it happened to drop the bucket on the roof of fellow pencil pusher Mr. Johnson's roof.
Mr. Johnson was horrified when he first noticed the pink paint on his black shingles & white walls. But, then, he got an idea. He went to the hardware store, found the exact same shade of salmon pink, & headed home. The next day, there was a fuss all around the neighborhood and the whole town. Mr. Johnson was painting his whole house salmon pink!
A lot of people showed up to see what Mr Johnson was doing. The Home Owners Association threatened to evict him unless he changed his house back to the way it was before. The police threatened to arrest him. The local pastor even shook the holy scriptures & threatened that Mr Johnson was condemned to go to hell unless he kept his house the way it was before.
But, Mr Johnson said to all of them "My house is me, & I am it, & my house is all my dreams. Nothing you can do or say can keep me from following my heart in a suburban home."
When Mr. Johnson said this, the whole town thought he went crazy. There was one person who wasn't appalled by Mr. Johnson's actions was his next door neighbor on the left, Mr. Smith. He was also a pencil pusher who was fighting boredom. And, he always wanted to see the ocean. So, he went to the hardware store and purchased some blue paint.
The next day, Mr Smith began to paint blue waves onto his house. Mr Johnson had finished painting his house salmon & was painting his shingles orange. The whole town had decided to leave Mr. Johnson alone.But, they didn't leave Mr Smith alone. This time, local children at school were receiving extra credit for writing letters to Mr. Smith to try to convince him to change his house back.
But, Mr. Smith said to all of them "My house is me, & I am it, & my house is all my dreams. Nothing you can do or say can keep me from following my heart in a suburban home."
The town thought Mr. Smith had lost his mind. There was one person besides Mr Johnson that understood. And, that was Ms. Jones. She was Mr. Johnson's neighbor on the right. She was also a secretary that always loved spring. So, she went to the hardware store & bought spring green paint.
Mr. Johnson was now re shingling & painting the roof. Mr. Smith was now painting a sea green on his house where there was once white. The town was leaving them alone. But, when they caught wind of what Ms. Jones was doing, they protested. The PTO even formed an angry mob around the door, threatening to press federal charges unless she changed her house back.
Ever persistent, Ms. Jones said to all of them "My house is me, & I am it, & my house is all my dreams. Nothing you can say or do can keep me from following my dream in a suburban home."
The town assumed she had also lost her mind. So, they left her alone. Mrs. Miller, a retired schoolteacher who lived across the street from Mr. Johnson, was watching closely. She had always loved sunsets, & had always wanted to paint her house like one. She bought the yellow-orange paint. But, due to her advanced age, she hired three high school boys to do it.
Again, the town protested. This time, the local nursing home threatened to admit her unless she changed her house back.
Mrs. Miller was older & much wiser than most of the mere mortal town folks. "My house is me, & I am it, & my house is all my dreams. Nothing you do or say can keep me from following my heart in a suburban home."
And so, the pattern continued until each & every house was a unique work of art. And, in the process, more jobs were created that weren't as mundane & corporate. Eventually, they changed the name of the town from Ho-humville to Wonderland.
THE END
Hopefully, this inspired you as much as it did me.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
End Of A Book Reflections: A Lack of Authority
Hello again everyone. I apologize as this post will probably not get me a lot of fanfare as my previous other two blogs because it's not as Gothic. I'll get back to those gothy-type rants later. I was originally going to wait till I received a comment or at least 15 views of this blog before I posted this. But, I have almost nothing to do at this point in the year. And, I need to type something. So, here it is a week earlier than expected: My End of a book reflections on Borders And Envelopes.
I recently finished writing my fifth book, Borders & Envelopes. And, I would like to reflect on one of the many themes of Borders & Envelopes: A Lack of Authority. Or, more simply put, feeling like you have no control over your life.
I'll clarify how this is a theme in both the manuscript, my personal daily life, & your daily life. In the manuscript, the main character has to help her parents care for eleven children, including her. She has to move from Mexico to America. She finds out she's pregnant by a boy from her homeland. Her mother & her eldest brother treat her like she's an idiot at many, many times. Her father has cancer, so she has to give her mother & younger siblings three-fourths of her salary, and she gets paid on commission. On top of that, her younger brother dies unexpectedly. I don't want to spoil any ending. So, to get to the point, she feels like the world hates her & that God/a higher power has more control than she does.
It eerily plays a part in my personal life at the moment as well. Right now, it is the end of the year for my schooling. My mother won't let me have any control of my psychiatric treatment even though I have been old enough to say "I don't think I like this treatment. If feels more like I am being treated like an asshole for my mental illnesses & the way I do things than being treated for my illnesses." for three years now (at least where I'm from). My therapist recently told me to wait to type Schadenfreude until I am all done typing Borders & Envelopes (At this point, with this bitch I am really kind of sick of her. I gave a chance, but, I think my mother has too little friends/or is too stupid to get me a different person. Needless to say, I miss my old therapist. But, I started typing Schadenfreude anyway, so, I'm not telling her a damn thing.). Like I said earlier, my schooling is almost over. In just a few days, I will be at home for the summer. But, a few days before that, I will be at one of my two schools, in particular, the one that is my personal hell. And, I will have to cope with students that all in my opinion should be either put on stronger medication, put in a psychiatric ward, or put in prison (you'd have to see the school I'm going to to understand), and teachers who don't have the patience to suggest it. The binder I write in is too full to close, so, I cannot write in the situations that I want to write in (such as family gatherings because being the eldest grandkid, I have to constantly be around kids in my sensory-issue area). And, on top of that, I have a show on my mind that is so weird I'm glad they haven't invented mind reading technology yet.*
*Sorry. Had to get this all off my chest, and this is also a clear example on how I have no Authority.
Either way, I know that a lot of you feel like you have no control over your life right now. Or, maybe you NEVER EVER, EVER, EVER,EVER felt like you had control over any aspect of your life whatsoever. And, that could be for a majority of different reasons. Maybe it's because your government is abusing its authority, and on that note, I would like to send a shout-out to all my readers in Russia. I am amazed that you were even able to find this blog as I heard that every Goth & Emo thing (or what was construed as either or) was banned as being "dangerous".
Anyway, maybe you feel that way due to health issues. Or, you feel that way due to financial/family issues, such as divorce or foreclosure. But, whatever the case, remember, as hard as it is to remember, You have more control over your life than you will ever know.
Well, that's it for today. Goodbye.
I recently finished writing my fifth book, Borders & Envelopes. And, I would like to reflect on one of the many themes of Borders & Envelopes: A Lack of Authority. Or, more simply put, feeling like you have no control over your life.
I'll clarify how this is a theme in both the manuscript, my personal daily life, & your daily life. In the manuscript, the main character has to help her parents care for eleven children, including her. She has to move from Mexico to America. She finds out she's pregnant by a boy from her homeland. Her mother & her eldest brother treat her like she's an idiot at many, many times. Her father has cancer, so she has to give her mother & younger siblings three-fourths of her salary, and she gets paid on commission. On top of that, her younger brother dies unexpectedly. I don't want to spoil any ending. So, to get to the point, she feels like the world hates her & that God/a higher power has more control than she does.
It eerily plays a part in my personal life at the moment as well. Right now, it is the end of the year for my schooling. My mother won't let me have any control of my psychiatric treatment even though I have been old enough to say "I don't think I like this treatment. If feels more like I am being treated like an asshole for my mental illnesses & the way I do things than being treated for my illnesses." for three years now (at least where I'm from). My therapist recently told me to wait to type Schadenfreude until I am all done typing Borders & Envelopes (At this point, with this bitch I am really kind of sick of her. I gave a chance, but, I think my mother has too little friends/or is too stupid to get me a different person. Needless to say, I miss my old therapist. But, I started typing Schadenfreude anyway, so, I'm not telling her a damn thing.). Like I said earlier, my schooling is almost over. In just a few days, I will be at home for the summer. But, a few days before that, I will be at one of my two schools, in particular, the one that is my personal hell. And, I will have to cope with students that all in my opinion should be either put on stronger medication, put in a psychiatric ward, or put in prison (you'd have to see the school I'm going to to understand), and teachers who don't have the patience to suggest it. The binder I write in is too full to close, so, I cannot write in the situations that I want to write in (such as family gatherings because being the eldest grandkid, I have to constantly be around kids in my sensory-issue area). And, on top of that, I have a show on my mind that is so weird I'm glad they haven't invented mind reading technology yet.*
*Sorry. Had to get this all off my chest, and this is also a clear example on how I have no Authority.
Either way, I know that a lot of you feel like you have no control over your life right now. Or, maybe you NEVER EVER, EVER, EVER,EVER felt like you had control over any aspect of your life whatsoever. And, that could be for a majority of different reasons. Maybe it's because your government is abusing its authority, and on that note, I would like to send a shout-out to all my readers in Russia. I am amazed that you were even able to find this blog as I heard that every Goth & Emo thing (or what was construed as either or) was banned as being "dangerous".
Anyway, maybe you feel that way due to health issues. Or, you feel that way due to financial/family issues, such as divorce or foreclosure. But, whatever the case, remember, as hard as it is to remember, You have more control over your life than you will ever know.
Well, that's it for today. Goodbye.
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