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Stop The Presses!

In the past couple of years I began noticing a peculiar kind of trend in my writing.

I like writing women journalists.

Over the years, as I wrote more and more, I began to realize that women characters interest me much more than men.

First of all, women are more complex individuals, and so more fun and challenging to write. This is especially true with external conflicts.

When I have a character who has to deal with external conflict: a hurricane, wild stampede, or your garden variety Bad Guys, I prefer it to be a woman. Women characters tend to find more ingenious solutions to problems than men (sorry, Mcguiver).

And basically, I think women are great. I want a President woman and a Prime Minister woman. The world will be a better place. I’m quite certain of that.

So yeah, I enjoy writing women characters very much, especially tough women. By tough I don’t necessarily mean Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2, but here’s the thing:

I have a science fiction story called SCOOP with a female journalist; I have a TV series called TRAINED PROFESSIONALS with a female journalist as main character, I have a continuing fantasy story I’m working on from time to time which has a New Orleans journalist as the hero of the piece. So what gives? That is weird.

Or is it?

Well, here’s where my wishful thinking comes to play. I suspect that all of these characters, all of these spunky, cynical, beautiful, intelligent, don’t-take-shit-from-anybody tough gals, are basically the Woman of my Dreams.

Through all that, though, they must have a tender spot. They cannot be truly cynical, unfeeling bitches. First of all, I don’t believe in that sort of persona, I think it’s bullshit, and secondly, they make for boring characters.

They’re tough as nails on the outside, the side they show the world, their peers, their bosses, but on the inside they want tenderness, love, companionship, respect, and they search for emotional bonds and emotional integrity.


Cards and Lemonade

The title of this Weblog is of course based on the wonderful movie “As good as it gets”, which tells us that we should do the best with what we’ve got.

I am a man of few ambitions, but the ones I’ve got sometimes prevent me from living in the present. I often feel that if only I had more, if only I had the chance that the next guy has…

There are all these phrases: “When you get lemons, make some lemonade”, or “You should play the cards you got dealt with”. All of them true, all of them hard to live by in real life, at least for me.

Because when you need something, you just well… need it. And if there’s anything I can say for my defence is that I don’t think I ever craved something I didn’t feel I deeply needed on an emotional level. Things which their absence leaves me hollow. 

I’ve always had problems dealing with disappointments, and in turn, I became more bitter over the years, using pessimism and self deprecating humor to shield myself from them.

But sometimes you don’t have that luxury anymore. Sometimes you just need to jump in the water and hope for the best (and of course, prepare for the worst… there it is again).

And you know what the most shitty thing about this whole “I won’t hope for anything so I won’t be disappointed”  system is?

That’s right. You get disappointed anyway.

I’m at a crossroads. I look left, I look right, and I’m not sure what to do. I don’t have all the details, I’ll never have all the details. Because that’s it. That’s all there is.

So what if this is as good as it gets?  

How nice

Nice. I hate that word.

“Nice” is what you say when you really have nothing to say.

How was the movie? I don’t know. Nice, I guess.

“Nice” is when you don’t have any passionate feeling towards something. “Nice” is boredom. From a creative standpoint, “nice” is the worst thing that one can say about your movie/book/song. I’d prefer to hear “Man, I hated your book so much, it made me so mad, I just couldn’t sleep at night”. Yeah! that’s what I’d like to hear, some true emotions! Much better than “Oh, your book? Well, it was… nice, I guess”.

Love it or hate it, don’t “nice” it. The most interesting works of art are the ones that split people right in the middle between lovers and haters, books or movies or songs or paintings that elicit some significant response, works that you can’t be indifferent to.

The worse use of the word “nice” is when it comes to people.

“Oh, he’s a nice guy”. Well, no, no. no. Nice is bland, nice is nothing special. Nice is like vanilla ice cream or a big mac. Been there, done that. Next.

If you’re too nice, you’re in deep shit when it comes to women. Nice guys try to please their ladies so much and be so nice all the time they always end up as platonic friends, never lovers. Over niceness is not sexy. And what if they fall in love with her? Poor shmucks.

So what can you do to avoid over niceness in your art as well as your life? Well, be bold, take chances, dare, don’t be afraid, believe in yourself.

Just say “fuck it” and do what you want to do, not what you think you’re supposed to do.

Follow your heart.



Well, I finally did it. I opened a Weblog.

Some would say it was long overdue.

Some would say “what do you need that for”?

And I guess they would both be right.

Basically, I have a lot of things I want to say, and nowhere to say them. I want to write about things I like and things I hate, things that interest me, and things I want to share with others. a place for things that make me go Ooooh! and things that make me go Blahhh!

This is my little place of ruminating and thought.

I hope it would be interesting, entertaining and engagaing. In other words, I hope that I won’t bore you to tears.

I don’t know what that blog will be. I don’t think it will be what they call a “journal blog”, but I’m not an essays man either.

I’m basically making it up as I go, and you’re most welcome to join the ride