Mock for Success

I once was told to be successful...you need to see how others became successful and see how they did it.  Granted like everything results may vary...based on the person.  A couple of weeks ago, I was introduced to Monster Man and it helps you understand the workings of practical special effects.  Granted in Monster Man, they all get over dramatic because they're on TV.  It is like Restaurant: Impossible...Chef Irving gets all crazy and dramatic and in the end...it all works out.
Same difference in Monster Man, but the thing is that caught my eye was the first episode when they made the 2-headed shark for "The Asylum" film production company.  They do everything from pre-production to distribution of their movies.  After that...I noticed on Syfy there is a shit load of movies made by "The Asylum" crew.
I researched them.  I researched the movies they made because they are dubbed "mockbusters"...somehow they get wind of the movie that is in going to be released and they copy and even having a mirrored title.  Granted their movies are horrible.  The acting is bad...the writing is bad.
The difference between a Hollywood A-list and the B-list crowd is several things....script...acting...filming.. and directing.  You can have some Indie film companies that make really great A-list quality shit, because the director is a fucking perfectionist....they made sure the script is awesome and the acting is awesome....they make sure everything is awesome.  So how does the "The Asylum" group turn a badly done film into a success for them??
Simple actually...the entire process takes up to 4-months to get an entire film ready to go out.  They find out the up coming movies.  In reality it isn't that hard to catch wind of a movie in Hollywood... How do you ask??  Easy!!!
The Hollywood Reporter!!  This beautiful fucking magazine is expensive to be subscribed to, but the cost is more of an investment than anything.  Think about it...if you make your money three or four times that...let's say your budget is under a million dollars and you use that beautiful magazine to hunt for possible blockbusters that you can turn into a copy..a clone of the up coming blockbuster. Of course the clone has similar story premise but it's nothing like the original.  Same thing in science.
Once they find the potential blockbuster, they start to write the script.  It takes anywhere from 4-6 weeks to pump one out.   Then they do the casting call of it...get the actors...design the creatures or creature...take it to the Special Effects team like in Monster Man and BOOM!!  Movie is ready to be filmed...with 12 to 15 pages a day...and in 10-days.... Movie finished.  They release it about 2-weeks previous or maybe about the same week that the blockbuster will be hitting the theaters and VIOLA!!  Instant success!!!
Granted the movies are hideous...like the one on Syfy right now...AVH...Alien versus Hunter....which is a Mockbuster to AVP...Alien Versus Predator.  Granted it was based on Part 2.  The whole thing was done badly.  Yet they are on Syfy and to get a movie released on TV can earn you an easy 100 grand. 250 grand for being on Prime Station like HBO.  That is enough to go ahead and make another movie. I know if I had 100 grand I bet I can make 2 decent movies....but I would settle with 5 grand...if I can gather the funds to film my first feature film.
But watching this film..."The Asylum" crew was able to squeeze a couple of films together.  AVP2, Predator, and Tremors.  The Alien is arachnoid but a little like a centaur...and of course the Hunter looks like a cross of something.  With a fucking hat that looks like you will find in oriental cone shape hat.  Sort of a Lord Raiden hat...with a one eye thing going on....it is a mish moss of stuff together.  But hey...it works for them.
I am not going to suggest that you create a Mockbuster, but seriously they have some sort of recipe for success going on that works for them.
They may be shelling out bad movie after bad movie, but they are doing it.  They opened in 1997, that is over 15-years of doing something. They produce 10-15 titles a year...fully financing and producing their own movies I guess something has to be working for them.

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Yellow Fluid....

For those that follow the blogs...you would know for some time, I'm having some weird ass dreams. Yet, the weird dreams seem to add to the already over-load of writing ideas that I already, especially this one with this yellow liquid.  Of course I am not going to give it all away but I can tell you that all my friends were in this dream....My sister...Tonya was in this dream and some how betrayed me, but it wasn't her fault...she was under the control of this yellow liquid shit.
Of course like any dream...I worked in this top secret research facility with Tonya.  It was an intense dream, but I won't give everything away because I will write about it.  But this yellow substance was created in the lab from an object and of course it must also be attuned to the number of survival horror video games I have played.  Because of course this had a lot of qualities of the survival horror video games I have played in my lifetime. 
Man, I know people acted different and it also showed that not everyone truly cared if you was different or not, but it will be added to my list of what to write...so stay tuned on that

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

My Sister

I look at you and see so many memories of our youth

Late night slinky races on the steps during school nights

Objects with little or no meaning to others are special

With the right distance, my slinky is faster than yours

A life time of memories are wrapped in our hearts

Even at our worst of times, you were always there

We have seen each other go through out trials

At times just being the friendly ear we needed

You have been the voice of reason in my storm

Voice of goofy but silliest ideas making us laugh

Wanting to laugh when you turn so tomato mad

Silly songs in my head that don’t go away

Looking at the memories of today and yesterday

Knowing that we started fresh and clean once more

A sisterly bond that is truly magical and special

Tender laugh to bring my mood back to happiness

Sitting together sharing memories as we got older

Teasing each other about our silliest moments

Laughing at wild geese holding grudges after all

Crazy dreams of what we wanted to with our life

I hold you dear to my chest because you are special

Admiring how you have grown as a woman today

Smiling at the happiness you have truly deserved

A phoenix rising from her ashes of her former self

A beautiful book in the form of my baby sister

Knowing there is more to tell of your adventures

So many more beautiful memories to write down

My favorite is finding our way back to each other

 Author's Note:

I wrote this based on my relationship with my sister...January 26th 2012.....

Irenia Guajardo

~Hellz Writer~

Angry Bitch

You say my words are abrasive 

You say my walls are heartless

You say my defenses are insensitivity

But that is all you'll ever see me as

Not once have you gone past that image

Dared not question the reason for such

Hiding behind my false mirage

Wrapping it around you like it is real

Though an angry bitch, I appear

Not once do you see the pain in my eyes

The hurt, I've ran across and buried within

Invisible scars etched on my immortal soul

Though a million reasons to be truly angry

All I'm looking for is true love and happiness

In this journey finding stupid fake ass people

Though this wall is up, do you see me?

Hiding painful tears from the world around

Curling into a little ball of heart break misery

Pretending to be stronger for my sanity

Longing to be wrapped in compassionate words

An angry bitch, I appear to your eyes

Making it easier to spread pathetic lies

Though you do not see the true me

Gentle woman crying underneath it all

The words I speak are truly abrasive 

Hiding behind a wall of heartless-ness

Guarding my defenses with insensitivity

All in guise of protecting me

My heart longs to find one day

That truly special man out there

One that will see past the angry bitch

Knowing a woman worth loving

Author's Note:
This poem was inspired by several female Facebook Buddies upon reading their posts.  They often refer to themselves as bitches, cunts and so forth but what I see is a woman who has a wall so far up that they need protection and yet a couple of them have found a man to love them past their anger....their rage...and are melting those walls down.  Of course I did add a little of my own heart.  Because of course...I have to been labeled a bitch...often a heartless one...or angry bitch.

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

The Devil's Hand: Bit byte

Alrighty then, here is a sample....to wet your lips in hoping to wanting to buy the e~book.  Every sale goes to helping support my daughter.  Here it is...my little sample for those to read and wanting to get your lips wet for wanting more.

THE DEVIL'S HAND:

I had no memory how I got here, surrounded by darkness.  Slowly starting to take a few steps in front of me, the sixth sense imbedded in us, that there was some sort of wall that I could not see.  I could feel it.  I did what any normal human being would do and started to walk forward.  Eyes straining to adjust to the darkness, hoping to find some sort of light to guide my way, yet I found the feeling of hopeless misery that started to drag at my every essence. 

Continuing down the long dark corridor, I wanted to place my hands against the wall that I could feel was there lurking in the darkness, but fear struck me.  I didn’t want to touch it.  I had no concept of time on how long I was actually walking.  Though I had no idea, it felt as if I was walking for a very long time. 

Finally I could see some sort of light shining from a distance.  My pace quickened.  Finally light.  I wanted to reach this light and out of this seemingly eternal darkness.  The closer I got, I started to see a shape.

It was a silhouette of a door.

My human curiosity started to get the best of me.  I forgot that I was walking down a long dark corridor for what seemed like eternity.  I wanted to know where that door led.  As I approached it, a feeling of dread swept over me.  The hairs on the back of my neck started to stand up and I could feel every ounce of myself wanting to run the other direction. 

I didn’t listen to that inner voice that screamed at me to run.  Instead I wanted to find out, my dying urge to see what was behind that door. Hand slowly reaching out to grab the doorknob, but then the door starts to open slowly as if it knew the desires of my heart.  A soft warm light touched my face; at first it felt fantastic after all the darkness.

Light.

The door opened more and the light got hotter, till it felt as if my very flesh was on fire.  I started backing away from the door. I could hear sounds of people screaming in agony and despair. 

Closing my eyes, the sounds of their wailing filled my ears and it began to get louder.  I back away from this once welcoming light. From the corner of my eye, I saw it. At first, I thought I was imagining it. 

A figment of my imagination created out of fear.

I looked.  It wasn’t created out of fear or my mind playing tricks on me.  Along the now brightly lit wall were bodies of people.  Crying. Horrific screams of agony.  I couldn’t believe it, a wall created of living human flesh. I backed away even more down the dark hall.  I could see black tendrils coming from behind ripping at their flesh.  My eyes bewildered at this sight. 

That is all you get....sorry....now follow these links and get yourself an e-copy.  Thank you

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Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Author's Note: The Devil's Hand

Upon finishing this story, I had sent it to my friend,{{and}} apparently his writing mentor/co-writer.  To see what he thought and it was cool to hear him call my writing style a young Clive Barker.  Even though I have read his later works, so I guess that is a good thing...right??  Well anyways.....I wanted to attach the Author's note here for those to read and maybe get a bit of sense to it.
Getting back on the writing horse, has been something a bit terrifying, but I am doing it.  I even think because of Chris, I want to write those writing series, to help slap out the stardust from young aspiring writers eyes.

Author’s Note:

             This short story was based on a nightmare I had, when I was younger.  You can say it was some what based on actual events. My mother, you can say was a very interesting person that gave me a wealth of inspiration.  Even if that meant she actually did wish for the devil to take my soul that night.  In Hispanic customs, it is called a mother’s curse.  My grandmother, {{rest her soul}} did in fact stay watch over me and prayed all night long till I did wake up. This is something I have never forgotten and wanted to share the tale.

But of course as the writer, I changed things up a bit and did not give it a happy ending.  I’m demented that way. 

 The Devil's Hand will be published on Smashwords and offthebookshelf.com at 10pm pst.  $1.99 is what the cost will be, every sale goes to helping support my little princess.

Irenia Guajardo

~Hellz Writer~

Poetry interpretation

Okay last night there was some debate about my poetry among the house. It was sort of awkward that 4-people were debating about the interpretation of each poem in my collection, "Illuminations of the Soul/Obscurities of the Heart" Which in the midst of me fleshing out "The Devil's Hand" They needed clarification and even to the point, I had to read a couple of them to them....
So I explained to them that these poems are not your typical poetry.  Where the words rhyme and shit, but I am not that type of poet.  I am a story teller, plain and simple.  I told them that what I originally wrote about is....isn't what I am trying to force upon my readers.  Ha ha ha...I don't like forcing anything upon people.  But I want you to take my hand and go on a journey.  A simple journey where you discover what each poem means to you.  I could tell you what I wrote about, but what fun is that for the reader.
Each person can take a poem and create what it means for them.  Simple as that.  I may be the story teller....but these poems are not an exact story.  My interpretations is not what I am going after.  I want you, as the reader to take each poem and associate it with your own life.  There may be a song here that reminds you of an incident in your life...a person...a place...something to make it special.  For me, I took from other people's situations....my own...and wrote....just wrote it out.
It isn't a novel, short story or a novella...where the story is set...it is simple.  Follow the road map to the demented Wizard of Oz or what ever character, I have set up for you.  Granted, I will have an author's note describing certain shit.
For Example....Victor...though a made up werewolf character...but he is my embodiment of Trevor Thomas Murray.  Everything I loved about Trevor is in Victor.  Of course it doesn't stop there with my fictional embodiment of Trevor....there is more characters that are based on him.  I also have used other people that reality you can't do shit to in reality...but hell...you can have fun in fiction.  All those people that have angered me....made me happy...will some form or another be in my fiction.  I don't like you...well be prepared for a horrific death.  For those I do care about....and well let's say you end up being the hero that gives your life to save others...I will shed a tear for you, because you in fiction become a part of me....
One thing I do not want, is to force my own views on the poetry that I wrote.  I want people to interpret it the way you see fit.  That for me...makes me happy....very happy.  I want people to personalize this as their own.....I think that says it enough.  So go through these and find a poem...read it...and think of it the way you want to see fit....and not how I wrote it.

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~