my november so far

I’m awake at six in the morning for the second day in a row.

My family’s been on two trips in this month, both have been out of state, back-to-back.

I’ve been holding up the fort, which really isn’t that hard. In theory.

But in theory, all information has to be cluttered in your head. Like the number to 9-1-1.

Then there was Thanksgiving week when we were together again and of course, drama breaks loose and we spend Thanksgiving alone. (Seriously not that bad all things considered.)

I’ve been enraged at my best friend (the source of the drama) and I carried the secret around to not ruin my family’s holiday.

So yeah.

Then my parents both got sick with a horrible cough (I thought my sister was skinning the chihuahua when dad coughed) and both have had hallucinating fevers.

Right as Thanksgiving dinner rolled on the table.

I’m the eldest child, the only one with a license, and I’ve been to the drug store twice in one weekend. My father works still and has been to the drugstore countless times too.

So if I’m mean, I apologize. I don’t know what time it is or day it is (tomorrow’s my mum’s birthday, I’m sure.)

I know I’ve been shovey with some people or probably nonexistant on Twitter. (Probably as in I can’t tell anymore.)

But I think I picked a bit (underestimation, possiblly) of coarseness and I’m really sorry. I do get moments of perfect quiet but then stuff piles up.

So yeah. Am I rambling? Did I say sorry?

Feel free to tell me if I made words.

The Almost Managed.

P.S. Doing my first blog hop? Not very smart. CP stuff: promise you’ll get it soon. Need to brain extra hard to not miss anything.


sinister reviews

Ever been overstimulated? Ever look at something very bright and squint and look away? Eventually, though, you get used to it or avoid it?

It happens with horror/romance/everything.

Halloween night I went to see Sinister. I anticipated that thing for months.

And it flopped. Majorly.

I plotted this blog watching it. (Rotten Tomatoes rating 62% in case you were wondering.)

Now, if you haven’t watched it and would like to, stop reading. I’m gonna tear this mother up.



Still here? Good.
I think.

First off, I missed two minutes of the beginning, but TC filled me in. So it didn’t matter. Apparently, those two minutes are repeated a lot.
The basic story: a true crime writer searching for his his next big story moves his family into the home of a murdered family wherein he finds a box full of gory home movies.

First off, I predicted the whole thing within the first twenty-five minutes. Seriously.

Second, the whole thing was…dark. Not gory or brutal. Nope. Lighting. I squinted, wondered where the budget for lighting was, and then it came together. Because most of the scenes were at night and in the house painted deep blue.

No. Shit. Deep blue. All of the house.

The intentions were clear. They worked. For awhile.

I did search shadows for the face or a face.

Spoiler alert: there are none.

It wasn’t the worst part of the story but overstimulation? Really? That’s not creepy.

For the best horror, you plant seeds of creepy, you give away what there is to fear, then you change all the rules when the meet is there.

Horror isn’t the easiest thing. I know. Sis and I only ever go to the movies to be scared witless. (So far, no cigar.)

But Sinister had excellent potential.

The son has night terrors where he does strange things in his sleep–slip out of a cardboard box and scream with eyes wide open. I was terrified when that happened just because how’d you ever tell if something bad happened to him?

But he only had two terrors and the daughter only had a brief episode where she draws a dead girl on the wall.

The children could have been doing strange things and upped the creep factor but they were only themselves until the end.

And the home movies? They gave away the end to me. Would you like to know the twist? The missing children of each murdered family kill the family and tape it themselves.Then the spirit drags them into the images.

Because that’s where he exists.

Hence this

My rule on writing is don’t give away the ending. Just don’t. Any story you write, never give it all away.

The research the true crime writer did was so slap-in-the-face obvious, I was done with the mystery before he was. Blatantly stated, one family was driven out of the house of another murdered family’s house then slaughtered in the new house.

It’s said three times.

Sometimes, clues need to be planted. In the case,  make the character believe something else.
Covering up “foreshadow” in distracting overstimulation will take you so far. So no more scenes in poorly painted houses.

november sucks

So there are several trips pinned to this month. Not too much detail but I’m moving! 2013 I’m leaving my Colorado and moving to Texas. Most likely. The world could change its mind or you know end in December.

Whatever, we’re still doing things like talking to people, feeling the space, working stuff out here, having family meltdowns, whatever.

This usually means less time doing anything I like but I get breathers. (I took this one way too far.)

For NaNoWriMo and actually for just this month I’m taking on four new projects, one rewrite, CP reading, regular reading and that’s just my work/leisure stuff.

(Will not get into homework for careers, job searching, test passing, going through which books to abandon.)

First, I have a short story I’ve been meaning to finish.

Ana’s friend Nakia was taken from time and space six months ago but comes for visits now and then. Still, the time is never enough to guess why Nakia’s jumping time and space or why she was taken in the first place. Ana might never know with a final meeting looming.


Robbie’s high school career was figured out and normal–if not bright enough to catch a dean’s attention, but then he’s paired up with his favorite drummer Gerald and launched into the epic world of kegger parties, police chases, and road trips. Gerald and his friends, however, are hiding a secret and if Robbie figures it out, he’ll have to pick a side in a supernatural turf war.


Lovers unravel the mystery of their deep connection through every life they’ve ever lived.


Freshmen Juana’s got a problem. The teddy bear she confides to is really a child’s soul devouring demon and he’s really in love with her. (Sister’s drawing project I’m writing for!)

5th is my rewrite of Vannette*’s story.

Oh, and betaing. I’m doing that. Oh, and secretly judging with a friend on her blog contest. What else?

Did I mention is a project month? How are your NaNo/works/lives doing this November?

*Fun fact: Google my main character’s name and seven out of ten (mobile) hits are actually us! Second fun fact: Google me and I don’t know if I ever come up.

Face Off

Tuesday. It’s Face Off night.

As judges talk after the contestants leave, Vee Neil says, “She’s crippled by the fact that she has not seen so many of the iconic films that have, like, paved the way for mostly everything we do in science fiction.”

And I wondered why the hell the contestant didn’t research makeups the judges have worked on.

And then I thought about when agents/published authors tell writers to research everything about agents.

One thing, one little, little easy thing can cost you everything.

So, research the heck out of agents around you. Bookmark their dislikes and likes, favorite their tweets, follow their tumblr’s. Even pay attention to things not pub related.

You never know what factors are and maybe research won’t get you far (some people are PRIVATE) but you never know.

The best you can do is try. AND TRY.

But don’t get crazy.