Vampires Are the New Black

At the moment, I'm procrastinating on writing a story, a story that I need to submit tomorrow morning. I have the basic premise, a strong start, and some notes from my last session to remind myself where my train of thought was going, but I just can't seem to feel motivated. I figured that if I wrote an entry here, I might get those ol' creative juices flowing. Considering I just spent five minutes staring at a black screen before even getting this down, I have a feeling this will take some effort--or maybe I can trick myself into falling prey to the muse. My first step will be to consciously create a playlist on iTunes; I have just short of sixty-five days worth of music, consisting of just about any genre you can name, and there's nothing worse than listening to a song or two that gets you slipping into that state of suspended reality only to be bashed over the head with a train wreck of a song. Meh, I'll do that as soon as I finish here. I don't need a soundtrack to rant, or at least today I don't.

I hope to be flooded with inspiration this semester. I'm a graduate assistant at the North American Review, and I have a feeling I'll be reading a lot of the fiction submissions as one of my duties. Now, in one of my rare allusions to the title of a post, I was extremely disappointed by a story that I read the other day. For purposes of privacy and professional ethics, I won't go into details, but this particular story started off beautifully; I was engaged completely. There was a dream-like quality that didn't seem over the top at all, in fact, I feel as if it enhanced the subject matter. All this is going great when, BLAM!, vampires. If you've ever read the NAR, then I'm sure you'll find that there's a marked absence of genre fiction. I blame a lack of the author's ability to research and the recent success of Twilight; a movie I haven't seen and never plan to. Man, I still want to read the story that could have been. Maybe I should write it myself. There we go; my muse can be spite.

Well, I guess I'll wrap this up and start compiling the music necessary to connect my fingers directly to my brain. Deadlines await.