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Feeling Woefully inadequate…

Posted in Ranting, Writing on January 12, 2011 by swinglizrd

I have been thinking today of possibly writing reviews of books/blogs/movies/tv shows… This would be a writing exercise for my personal developement.  Here lies the problem with these thoughts.

The book I am reading right now is “The Witching Hour” by Anne Rice.  Ms. Rice has been one of my favorite authors for years, since highschool when I discovered “Interview”.  Her writing is impeccable.  The beauty of her descriptions and depth to her characters is the best I have ever read.  How in the world could I pass “judgement” on something like that.  This feeling is probably my incredibly low self-esteem rearing his ugly head saying “you aren’t good enough.. how could you be, you aren’t published, you don’t even have a college degree..  These other authors are amazing and published and what could you possibly say about THEIR work.  What if they reviewed YOUR blog?” (I don’t like Mr. low self-esteem.  He pisses me off)

As for writing movie/tv reviews…

I LOATHE movie critics.  I loathe them even more if they have never acted/directed/produced or had involvement in the industry.  I do not respect their opinion and will often see the movie and love it in spite of what they say.  (Granted, I am not hard to please with movies.  I understand what goes into the making of one, and while I may have comments as to certain things that could have been done better, I will generally like any movie I see).   Movie critics are just a bit above pond scum in my mind.  Sorry, that is just how I feel.  I’m not saying they are bad people, just I don’t respect what they do… (now I am considering deleting this whole paragraph simply because I sound judgemental.  which I am being… and now I am blabbering… Shut UP Liz.)

As for reviewing blogs… That is now COMPLETELY not an option, because now I am thinking how I don’t want someone reviewing my blog.  Oh but Mr. low self-esteem would LOOOOVE a bad review.  He would eat it like cake.  He likes to eat things that I don’t eat often.  He knows I am not very fond of sweets, so he eats things up like he would eat cake, cookies, or candy.  He knows if he eats something up like bacon, or salt and vinegar chips, it would turn into good self-esteem and he can’t be having THAT.  *snap, snap, snap*  (did I just go a little ghetto? hmm..)

wow, this blog turned into something totally different from what I thought it would.  I’m starting to ramble and feel a bit A.D.D…

ok, not even going to try to get back to logically thinking about my original thought.  My train has jumped track and now I’m thinking about Unicorns projectile pooping Skittles as Mr. low self-esteem, trying to get him out of my head.

aaaaand on that note… Perhaps i will just post about the books I like.  perhaps I shall become the most positive reviewer/critic ever, because that is whats wrong with the world today.  Not enough love and positivity and too much negativity!

Yay!  I feel better thinking about making others happy!

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Mei

Posted in would like critique, Writing on December 3, 2010 by swinglizrd

ok… input time folks… This so far feels a bit hackish or.. elementary…. i dunno.. it’s been sitting in a folder doing nothing for a couple of years….  any suggestions? of course, this is not complete.. just evaluate on what there is… THANKS!

love as thou wilt,

Liz

Stepping off the plane, Mei had no idea what to expect. She had never been to her “home” country. She had never even left the relative safety of the U.S. Her whole life had been spent in what her parents called “Blessed Exile”. When her parents left Beijing on the mainland, it had been a seething city of turmoil. After the “incident” at Tiananmen Square, the newly married couple had decided to flee to the U.S. and throw their lot in with democracy. But now, Mei was alone. Six months ago, her parents were getting ready to retire to Florida (of all places, Mei thought). Although they were only in their early 50’s her parents had enjoyed success in America’s free economy. They were able to start a very lucrative antique shop in NYC. The elite of the city shopped for their household accouterments in her parent’s shop. Mei grew up hanging on her father’s every word about the antiques, thus she learned about the rich beauty and colorful history of her home country. Sadly her parents were both killed in a freak car accident. Just before Mei graduated from college, they were traveling out of state to pick up one of the last orders for their shop before selling it. On the interstate, a logging truck’s brakes malfunctioned when it hit some heavy traffic. The truck jack knifed and there was nowhere for their car to go. It hit the truck, killing both of her parents instantly. Now, six months later she was standing in the middle of Hong Kong International Airport wondering where to go from there. She had no family in Hong Kong, and her Grandma who lived on the mainland in Suzhou, a small village about an hour outside of Shanghai, had long since disowned her late mother and would never consider Mei family. “What possessed me……?” Mei breathed softly. Looking around, she found signs pointing the way to customs, immigration and baggage claim. Her eyes widened when she saw the lines stretching pretty much as far as she could see. Glumly she sighed and stepped into her place…… Last in line. A couple of hours later, Mei stepped out of the airport and hailed a cab. She felt lucky that her parents had been diligent with her language training therefore; she fluently spoke Mandarin, and quite a bit of Cantonese. At the very least she felt confident in her ability to survive in this strange city. She instructed the cab driver to head to the hotel that she had pretty much booked without a clue as to what it was like. She had booked all of her traveling plans online, so, she had no idea what to expect. Silently she prayed that the place wasn’t a dump. As she strapped into the seat she sunk down into it with a sigh. Everything seemed so strange, as if she was in a waking dream. With all that had happened in the past six months, Mei had no idea what to do next.  As the taxi swerved through the streets, she started feeling more than a little carsick and terrified for her life.  The perils of taking a cab… She made a note to discover other means of transportation int he city.

The hotel was nice. Mei thanked whatever god was up there silently that the website had not led her astray. As she was finally able to get the bellhop out of the room with a 20 dollar tip, she flopped on the soft bed. She immediately felt more relaxed. The bed was very soft with a down comforter on it. It seemed to envelope her with comfort and warmth. She hadn’t really been warm since her parent’s funeral. Nothing seemed warm in her life that day. She felt as if her whole world had turned into the North Pole. It was raining that day. She had gotten up early to try to eat a good breakfast before everything began. In her head she called it the “morbid festivities”. She couldn’t understand people’s fascination with seeing dead bodies in coffins. She had tried to have a closed casket ceremony with just family and close friends… What little there were of both. But somehow, the funeral home had talked her into having a visitation, then the next day a ceremony in a church, THEN, a little ditty at the graveside. She understood that there were other people in this world that loved her parents just as she did, but really….. It was too much to expect for her… So, she had woken up to a cold rainy day, brewed some coffee, made some weird oatmeal that somehow tasted like cake batter. By the time she had gotten out of the shower, her friend Jeanette had come over to hang out, and help her through the “morbid festivities”. “Have you had breakfast?” Jeanette asked. “Yeah” Mei replied blandly. “So, what time to we need to head out to the church?” “Probably in about 20 minutes…… I dunno Jeanie… this is all so surreal, I always just expected my parents to be there, ya know, for everything…. but now…… “Mei let out a big sigh. “I know hon, it’s weird. It sucks. I hate this for you.” She replied giving Mei a great bear hug. The hug made Mei giggle a little bit. It was the thing Jeanette was famous for, her great big bear hugs. The other thing Jeanette was famous for was knowing exactly what people needed and when they needed it…

Welcome

Posted in Ranting, Writing on November 30, 2010 by swinglizrd

Ok, here I go again.  Over the years I have tried and failed to start blogging.  I want to think this time will be different from all the others.  Why, you ask?  Well this time I am committed to writing.  This time I feel I have some creative juices churning and some time to sit down and let them marinate..

(hmm.. I dunno about that last sentence… *sigh* oh well, I’ll let it stand)

I probably will not be posting my “big” projects i am working on, unless and until i get them protected.  Just to update you on said “big” projects… Those include,  A screenplay, a novel, and 2 plays (ambitious aint I?!) All of the projects are incredibly different from each other and are all very near and dear to my heart.

That all being said, here are some things that I need to say about this blog.

1. I will try to post at least once a week.  i will not promise it will be witty and groundbreaking every time, but it will be a post and you are more than welcome to comment and tell me what you think could be better.  Your help is what I want.  Help me to be more thoughtful in my writing!

2. i want this to be a safe place for creativity so my goal is to have no haters stay for long.  This will be a positive place for creative growth, if you don’t like it, leave.

3. I cannot promise what is written here will be safe for the kiddies.  My goals are for my growth and creativity.  I am not a prude and my language is blunt and sometimes horrible.  I do not ask forgiveness from the reader.  Just a polite warning that I sometimes in my writing dark, gritty, gruesome and not sunshine and daisies.  It will not be all dark, gritty, gruesome, sometimes there will be sunshine and daisies, just be prepared for anything 🙂

4.  I am a geek.  Very obviously and very proudly a geek.  I play World of Warcraft.  I watch Star Wars and Star Trek.  I have played RPG games such as Dungeons and Dragons and Star Wars.  You can find me at times standing in the bookstore in awe in the Sci-fi/Fantasy section.  I proudly follow any geek I can find on Twitter, people such as Wil Wheaton, Felicia Day and Stan Lee.  Enough said?  So now you probably can guess which direction my writing will take.

5. (i need 5.  Such a nice number)  Have fun reading.  I write for my pleasure and yours.

So read and enjoy.  I hope I shall not disappoint!

Love as thou wilt,

Liz

unfinished short

Posted in would like critique, Writing on November 30, 2010 by swinglizrd

He came every evening at the same time.  Her balcony doors were always open.  Just as the sun dipped below the horizon, she would rise from her bed of satin sheets to pour herself a glass of cognac and turn on some music.  The music varied from Miles Davis to Mumford and Sons to My Chemical Romance… Always a different sound, whatever her mood.  Usually by the time she finished her glass of cognac He appeared in the room.

Tonight though, he was late.  She was vaguely worried about him, but knowing the power he possessed, she brushed off the feeling.  He would be fine.  For Christ sake, he was a vampire…She on the other hand was a human and needed to do the things that humans DO to keep their bodies going.  Good, warm clothing, etc…

She needed a hot shower.  She felt so very cold.  The only thing she ever wore to bed was a silk camisole and underwear even if the night was bitterly cold.  Walking into the bedroom she opened the large door to one of  the large armoires that held her wardrobe and selected the clothes that she would wear for the evening.  all of her clothes were black.  Not that she was one of those stereotypical “goth” types.  She liked expensive, tailored clothing, of the darker colors… black, grey, purple and deep red.  She just happened to like black the most…

so, this was a beginning  of a short story… working on more.. just had to get this out…

love as thou wilt

Liz