It sucks being a writer sometimes. You could think of a hundred different plots and not be satisfied with any of them. The hardest thing about writing a novel is finding something you enjoy writing about, and be willing to further work and elaborate on. Lately I find myself interested in Crime Dramas, because of the raw emotion and realness they portray. I’ve never written anything longer than 10 pages, so I won’t be hypersensitive to any criticism I receive.
Lately I’ve been brainstorming ideas for plots and characters and I finally devised a quality story line that I can put my heart and mind into, here is a ‘dense sample’ of the opening.
I sensed a turbulent essence the moment I arrived into town, the endemic aura was too strong to neglect. The extreme heat and dense air pounded my face relentlessly. I looked up at the sky and it was coated in orange, layered with undertones of black, red, and yellow. It was like a mushroom cloud radiating through the sky, disposing of all the blue in its way as it took over. In that moment everything seemed unnatural, like something extraordinarily terrifying was about to take place. For a moment I debated turning back around and getting far away from this place, but as an atheist I have little faith in anything. I convinced myself to disregard that feeling because of how far fetched that idea seemed. Little did I know that disregarding this warning would be the biggest mistake of my life.
Life is intricate, life is beautiful when it’s at its basic state, its deepest root, but there are aspects that affect and distorts its natural innocence and beauty. There are good times and there are bad times, but right now I feel like I’m stranded in a tunnel void of hope, happiness, and life. Like i’m stuck in a freezer, my heart just keeps getting colder and colder the longer and further that I’m here. I feel like I’m encased in a cage of sorrow and emptiness. The way I’m feeling right now just tears my heart out, but numbs me at the same time. Writing has always been a channel, a place where my emotions can flow and I can just state my feelings and emotions, but it can help me dig myself out of this hole that I’ve found myself in. That’s how I feel.
The main reason why I started blogging was to have an outlet, to post about what I feel and what my opinions on certain things are, so let met get back on track. The Plymouth RMV is the worst fucking piece of shit I’ve ever had to go to. I recently went to go get my ID there and I waited and hour on the first day, but my Mom was already at Longhorn and we had to leave, so the next day I waited 2 hours to get called in. I had my birth certificated, social security card, and the $25 payment, and I also had an large envelope with a packet of information from UMass Boston. I get in there and they say they can’t accept the envelope, and I would have to go back home to get an envelope of a bill or a letter. Well I looked for half an hour just to find one because I never get any mail, and guess what, I never found one. I had to drive all the way to the bank and had them print out something that proves that I live where I do, which they didn’t even tell me was an option, and I had to look online to find out. I tried calling them but a machine answered, and I couldn’t even talk to anybody to fucking find out what would else would be acceptable that I could bring in other than that envelope (Because obviously I could’ve given UMass Boston a fake address to send stuff to). My Dad was also pissed saying that ‘It shouldn’t take this long to get a fucking photo ID’ and how ‘No wonder why everyone is moving out of this shitty state’. I have convinced myself that I’m never going there again. I remember being so angry that I thought about planting a bomb and destroying the building (While nobody was there of course), but rationality prevailed and I just put that bad experience right behind me.
What do True Grit, Oceans Eleven, Halloween, and Dawn of the Dead all have in common? Yes they are all popular movies, but they have also been remade into modern day movies. My friend who is a big movie buff often scoffs at classic movies that are made into what he calls “horrible attempts of recreation.” He says that the originals have some subtleties that can’t be remade nowadays. Now I do agree with that part in ways, but I also think that remakes boast better graphics, and sometimes better acting, or at least acting favored by people like me.
There are some movies I say that shouldn’t and couldn’t be remade (and turn out good). Movies like ‘The Breakfast Club”, “Dazed and Confused”, and “A Christmas Story” just have to many elements from the years of the past and I don’t think it would translate well into modern day films. These are just a few exceptions to the list.
I am actually a fan of the classic slasher remakes, probably because I wasn’t around to see the originals. My favorite horror remake is definitely “Friday the 13th.” That movie just had me interested all through the film, and in tune with what was happening.
Well, that was just a quick post that I decided to do about remakes. I don’t think they deserve as much criticism as they get, but then again most people criticizing were around to see the originals.