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Hugh and I: A love story.

I was 11 years old. In the clutches of puberty. Boys were starting to look like more than worthy playmates. Everything hurt.  Then, I discovered a book by chance in the library.

It was an encyclopedia about x-men.

I was enamored. I became obsessed with x-men. I bought comics for the first time ever. I went to the store with my little allowance and bought both movies.

I was watching them, innocently enjoying the fight scenes and the social comment, and then I saw him.

The most beautiful man I had ever seen.

Hugh.

Jackman.

My little mind was blown open as hormones I didn’t understand flooded my brain. I was hopelessly naïve then, and hadn’t the first clue about reproduction, but I wanted to kiss that man senseless. I watched the x-men movies over and over, and devoured the behind the scenes features. The more I watched Hugh Jackman, the more my feelings grew from a simple pre-lust to full on love. Or whatever the twelve year old equivalent of that is.

He was funny, he was Australian, and he was so kind. He could dance (this was very important to me) He was articulate and beautiful and very, very married.

Shit.

And it was then that I knew heartache for the first time.

However, the fact that he was married and the fact that he was old enough to be my father did not deter me. I was head over heels in love with Hugh Jackman, and I still am.

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Some fun facts about Hugh: he owns a tea shop. He had a one man Broadway show. He visits hospitals in cities he’s filming in. his eye colour is hazel, and he was born in 1968. He’s 6’1. He’s a Libra. He apologised to his fans on twitter and Facebook for not posting much, and proceeded to post more after that.

I don’t actually know Hugh, but I feel like I do. I’ve seen enough pictures of him in various stages of undress, after all. Not intentionally. Most of the time.

I’ve even had boyfriends get jealous of my love for Hugh.

Hugh and I are very alike. We both love little dogs. We both share the same sign. We both enjoy volunteering in hospitals. Our parents are accountants. We both have hazel eyes (his are almost as beautiful as mine). I like tea.

When it was announced that Hugh had skin cancer, my heart broke into a million pieces. It came on the heels of my grandfather dying of cancer. I was devastated. I realised after his death that one can’t keep their feelings inside forever. One must learn to share their feelings now, before it’s too late. Hugh has long since recovered, of course, but the idea of writing him a fan  letter turned over and over in my head.

So I wound up writing a letter to Hugh, but I decided that I had to share my love! Everyone must know of the greatness of this man (and my insanity).

If Hugh Jackman is reading this, I have this to say to you; Hugh, marry me. I’m good with being a 2nd wife and cleaning the house.

For everyone else: please don’t call the cops. I swear I’m not a stalker. A bit deluded, maybe. One day this will probably fade, but for now? I’m sharing my first experience with love, lust and tea shops.

Writer’s block: Let it come.

Ladies and gentlemen, I had been working on a spectacular post about Magneto for this Friday. I had been working on this post for about two weeks. I had a burst of creativity early this morning, and I thought I’d have it up today.

Then, it just stopped.

I was angry. I was upset. I couldn’t believe that my creative energy had just left as quickly as it came.

Then, I let it go.

Like a Disney song.

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As a writer, you see many posts about how to beat writer’s block or how to deal with it. I never thought I’d be writing one of these things. I thought, in my vast pretentiousness, that I was better than that.

The problem is that there is no one way to deal with writer’s block, and anyone who tells you otherwise is wrong. This post is about how I deal with it. Take that at your discretion.

I dealt with it by letting it go. If the creative juices stop, that means that I’m not really ready to write at that point. Maybe I have something else going on it my mind that needs my attention. Maybe I’m hungry. Maybe I can’t say what I need to say.

There’s no magic secret, no super technique. I just trust in my mind and my heart.

Though, in retrospect, I probably picked that attitude up from years and years of Disney.

 

God bless,

Kelsey J.

 

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Mirror, Mirror: An examination of human representation in speculative fiction (Introduction)

The world of science fiction, fantasy and horror, collectively known as speculative fiction, is a world packed with fantastic beings. This is great, I guess. But all the stories are still about one thing.

Humans.

Every speculative fiction story, if you really boil it down, is about humans. I’m not saying that this is a bad thing, necessarily. Humans are writing the stories­–and all writers are told to write what we know.

Herein lies the problem. We humans don’t always like ourselves, and it shows in any fiction involving non-humans, even if humans don’t appear at all. Either that, or we humans believe in ourselves. A lot.

Like nature and nurture in psychology, there is a debate that has been argued since War of the Worlds to Dracula to The Walking Dead to Star Trek. That debate is pro-human versus anti-human.

Over the next three months, my sweetly snobbish self will be exploring the realms of fiction to discuss the world as seen through monster’s eyes, examining the whys the hows and the whos, and going where no man has gone before.

Gear up, friends! We’re going on a journey. This month, every Friday, I’ll be examining zombie fiction in anticipation of the Zombvenger. But, if anyone has any suggestions of works that they want me to look at, comment! I feed off of comments.

Kidding.

Not really.

Coming up next Friday: A rare example of pro-humanism in zombie fiction: Warm Bodies.

 

God bless, and happy Canadian Thanksgiving,

Kelsey J.

Why I’m not commenting on your blog.

You know the feeling.

You’ve just finished crafting that wonderful, informative, thought-provoking post for your blog, or possibly a guest blog. You are sure that people are going to enjoy it and will have much to say about it.

No comments.

Wait another day. No comments.

Check back again a month later. One comment- and it’s spam.

It’s not a nice feeling. I find it “throw things” level frustrating. Then, I realised something.

 

I’m  not commenting on blogs either.

 

I thought to myself, I bet other people aren’t either. I could feel a post idea coming on, so I looked at some of my favourite blog posts from my favourite bloggers and tried to figure out why I, and perhaps, you, weren’t commenting on them. Here are two reasons.

1)      You’ve said it all

If someone is following your blog, it’s usually because they think you’re awesome. They listen to what you have to say and they generally like it. So you keep putting out great posts to feed their need. Unfortunately, your posts are so awesome that there’s nothing to say back. You’ve handled the argument and the counter argument. I speak for myself, and I feel kind of lame just saying “Great post!” I bet there’s a few of you out there who do too.

So, what to do about it? For the commenters, well, that’s easy; instead of great post, say what you liked about it. Then the great post production can become even more tailored to the audience and it’s helpful to know that you’re doing alright. For the bloggers- maybe ask an open ended question at the end. Make it open to debate. Ask for opinions. Of course, you run the risk of number 2…

2)      They disagree with you and don’t want to start a shit fight

Contrary to popular belief, the entire internet is not populated by trolls. Some people don’t want to get into a long winded, swear heavy, subtly condescending argument with someone they don’t know, or in the blogger’s case, someone they kind of know. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, even the aforementioned trolls, and those opinions differ from others. Even if it’s something like, arguing against your opinion that all stories should be character focused or your opinion on semi-colons, if I have a differing opinion I’m staying out of it. Of course, bloggers shouldn’t shy away from opinion pieces because they make blogs interesting. Commenters, you can say you disagree. The blogger (probably) won’t jump down your throat and start a fight. If you disagree, it shows them that you’re paying attention, and they like that. Just don’t be a dick about it.

 

Cross posted from kelseyjaymills.weebly.com