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Vampires and bats, a Mexican thing ?

I don’t know. Yet it sounds quite good as gossip. I gossip too. So, take it as just something I saw in IG. If there’s a way to verify it… Who knows?

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Meeeown

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Meow,
Meow,
The meoown.
Straightly round.

A fluffy shiny one.
Bright up there,
Waiting to be pet.

Doing their best,
To house keep your rest.
Against the black spider,
Hidden in the closet.

Against nightmare.
Warming your feet,
Giving you cramps,
Hunching your back.

Love ain't easy, is it?
It never was,
Since it takes two minds.
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Cuando el cuento resulte conveniente

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Soy una mujer, puedo ser difícil cuando yo quiera

Sra. Sneyers. Professor T. (Bélgica 2015). Temporada 1 c12
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Transformation, the most interesting plot of them all p1

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For Dragon ball fans, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not speaking at all about fusion (boggarts or not). Neither a sudden hair colour change to bright yellow with an accelerated increase in muscle mass or volume as if magical doping is going on, Not the least about Serena using the moon scepter to change her school uniform into something sexier. Nein!

TRANSFORMATION IN HUMAN TERMS

True it is the change I’m talking about takes a faster time in plot than the time it usually takes in real life. Who has the time and will to assist to the whole process? Life, in spite of all the modern gadgets and what not; is more or less the same it was 5,000 years ago1. Perhaps we have skipped in the priest chaman prying for us in each human stage… Forget it, we have the smartphone telling us we’re not children anymore thus we are millenials, middle aged, chavorucos2 or the urban tribe we belong to without even asking. WE ARE STILL THE SAME SAPIENS INSIDE OUR SKULLS.

THE MOMENT IT CHANGE

Therefore, we are born, we grow up and we die. We change. We get transformed. Welcome to the oldest horror story of all, the one of life3. (Nonetheless this plot has nothing to do with horror itself). Transformation plot’s focus is the moment everything changes, Its media res4 is to move from a meaningful state in a character to a different one. How does this person in particular react to this? We concentrate in the nature of the change.

DIFFERENT CHARACTERS, DIFFERENT REACTIONS

In My sister lives on the mantelpiece by Annabel Pitcher; both parents experience the grieve of losing a daughter in a completely different way.The mother decides to bury half her share of ashes to have a place where to go on a call. She never goes and ends up on a yacht trip (new boyfriend’s yacht) around the world. Whilst the father, has his half on the mantelpiece to free her spirit but never lets the container out of his sight. The remaining kids live with him.This is why we read the book. It ain’t spectacular (in terms of explosions, magic or monsters). It is the change the kids suffer along that gets transmitted onto the father about the violent and meaningless death as a human event what is interesting.Who am I? Where do I go? What am I? Is the discovery something so horrible? Is it dull? Do we change to better? Is it that bigger power implies more responsibilities5?

TO BE CONTINUED

  1. We are after all, still slaves to wheat, rice and corn. Not like 10,000 years ago when we would freely move around hunting and scavenging. We are still slaves to the hope of future. ↩︎
  2. I don’t know if the word is extensive to the rest of LATAM but in Mexico it is used to tag someone my age and who, would ambition to roam the roads on a motorcycle instead of owning the safe, spacious SUV. ↩︎
  3. Being alive is terrifying…sometimes. ↩︎
  4. In the middle of the action if this is your first time coming upon the word and Latin ain’t your best language (I didn’t study it either). ↩︎
  5. Ronald B. Tobías (20 master plots) says in great truth of life mode: to become wiser is to become sourer… At the moment I had no will to get myself into sadness over my own words. Anyways, I don’t know. ↩︎
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Oh no! Tiene una enfermedad de libro…

Trastornos literarios….

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Coveting the envy

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The anonymous wallflower,
Awaits.
A victim unaware.

Unsuspected,
They approach and latch,
Using polite smile.
Their envy not on sight.

How to suck you dry?
Thinks our vampire.




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¡¿Los héroes son historias de marineros!?

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—¿Quieres ver una pelea? —dijo.
—Sí. ¿Qué hay de malo en eso?
—Para empezar, la gente resulta herida.
—Bueno, tampoco sugería que participásemos. Sólo quiero ver una pelea, nada más. Y a algunos de sus famosos héroes. Tienen héroes, ¿verdad? ¡¿No serán todo historias de marineros?!

Conversación entre Rincewind y Dosflores. El color de la magia. Terry Prattchet.
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Yet, it wasn’t that comical in comedy

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MISUNDERSTOOD

For centuries, the basis of comedy is the misunderstanding: a confused identity or the ignorance of the truth. That’s at least what I learnt with this video. At the time of the original entry in Spanish, I was indeed far for from getting into the comedy business in McKee’s book ( Story)…

As usual ( now and then), I’m so lazy I can’t read much more than a paragraph, maybe three, of what I’m supposed to read; instead of snatching myself from IG scrolling down. Thus.

NOT SPONTANEOUS

From that POV, comedy is the least of the least of the least, spontaneous genre ( yep, the best of the best of the best in MIB). It requires a lot, certainly a good bunch, of practice and planning. To know what the audience does know and pretend not to; in order to give the reader the miracle of giving them what they believe is going to happen, in a different way.

It is in that sense that I can’t trust McKee when he says comedy is pure genius. No. They’re microscopical tales warped according to a recipe my Ethics for design teacher called: the model of the process of design.

STAND UP AND FICTION

And as usual (again), I have gone and dipped my spoon in what seems foreign to writing fiction. The stand up. Why? Because someone in you…etc. etc., started with the best question about comedy.

WHAT’S A JOKE?

And here is where stand up and fiction writing meet half way. In stand up, you write a premise and an ending. Similar to something you know? Of course. Intro, development and climax. The difference seems to be, the development it’s very similar or the same as the intro in order to stablish a pattern. The intro is to paint the scenery. Build up the expectations. For the reader to anticipate one thing and another to happen. It also contains a bit of Agatha Christie, the false clue.

For the moment we will focus in the math method of the three known data and the unknown in the extreme. We multiply the two known and divide by the lonely one… Maaaah

THE RULE

The rule is to have three elements. The two first stablish a pattern. The last one crashes the continuity.

(And here I’m stealing from Rolo Sansó, Indeed I can be spicy but my funny is the irony and the involuntary, not comedy).

One, two… spaghetti!

That’s it. You have learnt how to cook spaghetti. I mean, comedy. You warm water in the microwave and pour it into the disposable cup with the noodles. You’ll get a sodium excess or gum plastic chicken flavour tale.

Bad joke? I know. I told you. I’m good at irony. You can finish the joke by liking this entry. Enjoy racking your brains for comedy. Pasto kalo.

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Las popopo

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Plumas.
Un revoltijo de plumas.
Una gota redonda, roja.
Ningún ruido.

Eso fue todo.
Y la congoja.
El grito del halcón al otro día.
Y uno sentado,
Recordando.