Split Your Heart, Not Your Tongue

"Ego . Our ego is who we are. It’s the part of our functioning mind that is stuck between the id and the superego. My ego is who I am. It balances out my subconscious mind bringing me back to reality whenever I fall victim to my id or superego. My ego is nervous. Anxious. Guilty. My ego is red ."- RED   I'm happy to say that RED is going to go through the editing process starting July 1st! The novel is pretty long so it'll take a while to edit but I was told the latest I will have the manuscript back in my possession will be December 1st. This means that RED won't be able to come out in the Fall as I originally planned but it will be available by the Winter of 2015.  As I mentioned before, the novel may not be as emotional as A Tragic Heart but it does have a lot of twists and turns. The plot is a little riskier and it continues to touch on major issues during teenage years. SPOILERS! PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU HAVEN'T READ A TRAGIC H

"You are what you love, not who loves you!" Fall Out Boy (Save Rock & Roll) First off: the MonumenTour was the best concert I had the chance to go to since Paramore headlined the Honda Civic Tour in 2010! Not only did I get to rock out in the pit, only a couple of feet from the stage with my two favorite bands but I received words of inspiration. You know when you go somewhere and the person speaking seems like they took some insight from your life before forming their speech. That was the entire night for me this past Saturday.  A major theme of the night was don't give up and any dream is possible no matter how stupid it may sound. The lead singer from New Politics stated, " this all started with a stupid dream but I am here today to tell you that sometimes stupidity is all you need !" WOW! That was the start of the night. Paramore and Fall Out Boy continued with their encouragement. After suffering from countless rejections from literary agen

"Whatever it is that you do, you should do You should do it with your head held high So when you're doing your thing it's 'cause you wanna And they never can ask you why"- Pink (Do What You Do) The legendary Jimi Hendrix once said, "I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.” For some reason people don't understand what he was saying. I mean, it's pretty self explanatory so why is it that people are still clutching their chests as if they're about to have a heart attack over someone's decision? Why are people still judging others in this day and age?  What I have come to find in my short lifetime is that usually the judgmental ones are the biggest hypocrites. Those self righteous individuals wouldn't know true righteousness if it was crammed down their throats. I'm tired of living in a time where people get judged based on their looks. The world teache

 "Perfection is a disease of a nation"-Beyonce (Pretty Hurts) This may come as a surprise to some of you (the high schoolers out there) but no one looks the way the high school students in movies look! Okay, so maybe you sort of knew this but I want to put things in a realistic perspective. So, I was hanging out with an old high school friend last night (the only person I still talk to from high school) and we settled for watching movies from Redbox at my place. We decided on This Is 40 and Carrie (the remake). The movie I would like to talk about today is Carrie and the portrayal of young adults in high school. First off, no one looks that good in high school! Like, seriously, come on! These kids had flawless skin, bleached white teeth and everything was tight and proportioned. Who looks like that in general but in HIGH SCHOOL?! It was something that we both had to point out and talk about throughout the movie. We reminisced on how awkward everyone looks during thos

Here is a review from Red City Review on A Tragic Heart. I'm really grateful and excited about all of the positive feedback my first novel has been receiving. It makes me proud to know that I wrote something good when I was only 18 years old and it only took me one month to do so. I believed in this book for years now (and I still have some convincing to do) so it really means a lot. Reviews like these gives me a reason to continue writing and dealing with the stress of trying to become known. I just really want to share my stories with the world...plain and simple. My favorite line from the review is, "The characters created in this book are the kinds that will be remembered, as they are realistic and raw, the kind you will either love or hate." This is just what I wanted when I created the book and hopefully someday we can see these characters play out on a big screen. That just takes a few more people to believe in this book the way I do. Thanks to everyone who rea

I've been compelled to write this today because I can't stop listening to Jeff Buckley's cover of " I Shall Be Released ", originally written and recorded by the legendary Bob Dylan. There's a lot of pain and torture going on out there and I think at times we all forget that we will be released from all of the pain and struggles we must face. It's easy to forget when life won't let go of the harsh grasp it has around your throat. I just wanted to take the time to dissect these magnificent lyrics that Bob Dylan took the time to write for our ears. At this very moment, I can't thank him enough. Let's start with the first verse: They say everything can be replaced, Yet every distance is not near. So I remember every face Of every man who put me here The last two lines of the verse are probably the most important lines of the song because it brings everything full circle. It gives the song its meaning. " So I remember every face o

Broken and cold Or is it broken and old?  It's an emergency and no one's around No one's coming & I can't be found The air is freezing And my soul's pleading I want so badly to go numb But somehow the pain is fun It let's me know I'm alive But, how I don't want to be I'd rather die than suffer a broken wing Flight is impossible Or is it implausible?  Either way no one answered the call No one heard my fall No one answered to the sirens My breathing's getting heavy and lighter God knows, I've never been much of a fighter So, here I am getting older yet nothing changes I'm drowning in my own weight Or is it my own burdens? From down here it all looks the same High up and impossible to reach But something's telling me I should practice what I teach Maybe I can save that for another day Maybe when things start to go my way Whatever that means... I already crashed and I'm