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I’ve been stuck on a piece of Dodi Li for the past couple of days, a spot that leads into the climax and ultimately resolves the conflict of the story. Earlier I flashed on a scene from a show I’d been watching, where a captain in a police precinct had a talk show on his TV because it made great background noise to help him with his work. I thought, “The debate is on tonight. Why not hear the candidates’ positions on foreign policy while seeing if I can get a few hundred words into a short story?”

Well, I set up shop in the TV lounge of my dorm about twenty minutes before the debates, I turned on the TV to MSNBC, and you know what? I’m learning a lot about the candidates and their beliefs, and I’ve gotten at least 500 words written down on Dodi Li. Talk about effective!

It’s great when you realize a distraction can help you get the results you want for your work, like that one segment from The Big Bang Theory (still can’t embed it, so I’ll leave the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1WpE5ntqbQ). Plenty of people feel that distractions detract from your work, but in actuality, they can really help.

Now if you don’t mind, I have to see if I can wrap up Dodi Li while hearing President Obama’s policy on China. Have a good night.

Oh, and before I forget, I changed the doctor and the detective from Dodi Li into male characters. I think that works better: the two adult males, supposedly smarter and more rational, end up getting shown up by a child and a succubus, aka a spiritual, feeling woman. I think it sends a better message than two or three women in leadership positions getting shown up by a demoness, right?

My grandmother, who’s an alumna of Ohio State University, sent me this video (thanks so much, Nancy!). It shows everybody’s favorite mascot, the poisonous tree nut Brutus Buckeye, dancing to Psy’s “Gangnam Style” with the awesome OSU Cheerleading Squad. I hope you enjoy it, it’s just so much fun. O-H I-O Buckeye Style!

For those of you who have no idea what that title means, Dodi Li is a short story that I started this summer and that I’m rewriting before National Novel Writing Month starts in two weeks. It means “my darling” or “my beloved” in Hebrew and should not be confused with a popular Jewish song that is sung sometimes on Friday nights by Jews everywhere.

Dodi Li features a succubus, a demoness who visits men at night as a beautiful woman and steals their sperm in order to create demonic children or steal pieces of their soul through fornication, depending on what myths you believe. However my succubus, who I’ve named Umuruk (sounds like a name a succubus would have, right?) is not the antagonist of the story. Instead, she struggles to protect the other protagonist, a male she’s fallen in love with. Succubi have fallen in love with humans before, according to the folklore and stories I found by people who say they’ve had experiences with succubi (it’s on the Internet, so I can’t be sure if the writers are crazy or not, but I try to keep an open mind), and I decided to tap into that for this story.

The first draft was very plot-oriented, and sucked immensely. I decided to leave it alone until I could think of a way to make it better, and if I couldn’t, then it’d make a great learning experience. But yesterday in creative writing class, my teacher gave me an idea on how I could improve the story. So I went back and started to completely rewrite it, going until half-past ten last night, and then resuming for a little while this morning before class.

As I was heading to class, I realized something about my story: the main character, whose nine years old, and the antagonist, a 40-something with some mental issues, are the only male characters. All the rest are female: the doctor, the head nurse, the head of neurology, a possible detective character, and of course the succubus Umuruk, are all women, and all are women in positions of power that they use to help people.

I started to wonder if that might mean something, if my psyche was trying to tell me something through my writing. If it’s that I respect women in positions of power and that I think there should be more of them, that doesn’t surprise me at all; I grew up in a house full of women, my mom’s a rabbi, my boss is a woman, her boss is a woman, and I took a Women’s Studies course my first year at Ohio State, which I did very well in. So no surprise that powerful women show up in my story.

However, if it has something to do with the fact that Umuruk is able to help the main character more than these women, then I wonder what that might be saying. Perhaps even if women are educated and in positions of power, if they don’t occasionally open their minds to the impossible, then a mentally unbalanced man will hurt an innocent nine-year-old? That’s also a possibility.

In any case, once I finish the story I might understand more, and if I manage to get it published, you might be able to read it and give me some suggestions on what my Muse is trying to tell me.

Anyway, I’ve got some homework to do before I go to work, so I better get that taken care of right now. Have a nice day.

Oh, before I forget, something funny I have to tell you: I was talking to my history teacher after class today, and we had a really great discussion on the way out the building. You see, at the beginning of the semester, my teacher, whose focus is African History, told us that if any of us intentionally failed his class, he’d used magic he learned from tribal priests to enter our dreams and scare the heck out of us. Ever since then I’ve been trying on and off to get him to agree to teach me how to enter people’s dreams (can you blame me?).

At some point during our conversation, my teacher revealed he’d been joking, but I thought he’d been serious because he said it in such a serious way. This led to a discussion on witchcraft in different cultures, which led to a discussion on using magic and summoning stuff. That led to a discussion on spirits and possessions, and in the end, I ended up recommending my teacher to go see The Possession, which I reviewed back in September. Turns out, he agreed to see it. How about that?

Anyway, I think it’s funny, I have no idea what you think.

Well yestereday I edited two short stories. One was Doll’s Game, the short story I’m writing for class, though I might decide to edit it again if I can get this idea I got today for the story to work somehow. I also edited Hunt in the Slaughterhouse, a short story I wrote back in April based on a dream I had. I’ve been trying to get around to editing it for a while, but I’ve had some trouble doing that. But yesterday I had the chance and I have to say, it loooks much better. I’ll have to figure out whether or not I want to send it to a magazine right now or if I want to wait and show it to someone else beforehand.

I also had an idea for Dodi Li, the succubus story I wrote over the summer. Although the plot for that story was really bad and I ended up deciding this story was best left as a learning experience, I decided to rewrite it after my teacher in my creative writing class gave me an idea. You see, she had been discussing the story we were critiquing today, and how the author was able to make it difficult to tell what was reality and what was delusion in his story. Listening to that, I just had a burst of inspiration for Dodi Li, which I plan to get to work on as soon as possible. Got to say, those workshop critiques can do wonders for you.

On, and before I forget, remember how I rewrote the outline for my serial killer novel Snake and that I mentioned I’d set a scene in a construction site? Well today I finally reached the man who could help me get onto the site. We’re going to try and find a time that works for both of us so that I can tour a site and ask some questions. This is a big oppurtunity for me because I want my readers not to have to suspend their disbelief too much and what’s better than actual experience?

Well, hope to have more good news for you later. In the meantime, I’ve editing to do.

You know, I just love calling these little posts about how my semester is going “half-time reports.” Must be my love of Ohio State football.

Now, onto how I’m doing. Like I’ve said in previous posts, I’m taking a creative writing class, and we’re all currently in the middle of critiquing everybody’s stories (mine’s being turned in early November). I’m enjoying that and doing well grade-wise, though last night I read one of my classmates’ stories and thought it was horrible, though don’t tell any of my classmates I said that. I’m also taking a documentary course, which I’m also doing well in, and which I have to thank for empowering me to self-publish my novel Reborn City without having to rely on a service. After all, I’ve learned to use GarageBand and iMovie. Who says I can’t learn to format my novel as an e-book?

I’m also taking a history course, and got one assignment and my midterm back yesterday. The assignment, which was for us to watch a documentary and then evaluate the historical sources used in the documentary, didn’t have a specific letter grade on it, but judging by the feedback my teacher gave me, I got at least a B+, probably and A- for going over the sources and seeing how biased against Leopold II of Belgium they were. My midterm was even better, with 92% correct answers. In addition, even the answers that were wrong got partial credit, so I’m happy about that.

I’m also taking a philosophy course on statistics, which fulflills a GEC requirement. I didn’t do so well on the initial quizzes, but I’ve been studying hard and meeting with my teacher outside of class to discuss problems I’ve been having with the coursework, and as a result my grades have gone up a lot. Hopefully I’ll be able to keep this up and get even better grades on the quiz a week from now.

Other than that, not much else to report: I watch Buckeye games every Saturday with a few good friends (we’re 6-0 right now, and I’m hoping we beat Indiana this week, if we can keep our defense strong and our offense stronger), I edit Reborn City, and I store up a few ideas for short stories that I’ll do once I have the time to do them.

Wish me luck with the rest of the semester. We only have 8 weeks to go, and that’s not including the two weeks devoted to finals (somehow I only have one final to do, and it’s on the last day of exams, in philosophy. How the heck does that even happen in your first semester?). Hoping to get all A’s this semester, keep our fingers crossed.

Oh, and before I forget, have a great weekend. Go Bucks!

“God, I love what you’ve written. I do have some thoughts though…first off, can we maybe have less commandments? Twenty-seven’s a little much to remember and recite!”

For the first half of my creative writing class this semester, we’ve been going over some of the fundamentals of writing fiction, including plot, dialogue, and characters, among other things. We’ve also been told to each write a shorty story between 8 and 20 pages, or 2,000 and 5,000 words, and while I certainly had trouble writing my story, mostly because it’s literary, I’ve been enjoying reading and critiquing the stories of my classmates.

We’ve actually only read 4 stories so far, but they’ve all been interesting in their own way. There was a story about the rivalry between two princes, a vignette about a day in the life of a soldier, a crime story, and even one involving a virtual reality game. And later today we’re recieving a new story, so I’m wondering what that’s going to be about.

After we read the story, we have to type up a critique in the form of a letter and hand it in to both our teacher and the writer of the story in question. We also give our impressions orally to the writer during class, allowing them to absorb some more feedback before they start editing their story. Although I like getting critiqued myself (because I want to know what problems my stories have and what I can do to fix them), it’s another story entirely to critique someone else’s work (pun intended). I like the feeling of helping someone improve a story they wrote, especially if the story is good. And it’s different from when I look over my own work, because I’m not looking at my classmates’ work with a biased eye.

I’ll be turning in my own story for critiquing in early November, a few days before my science-fiction short story “Ripple” is set to hit the web. Between now and then, I’ll go over my story and do a few edits before I turn it in, because I like to give my short stories an edit or two before I turn them in for critiquing by anyone. But for now, I’ll just sit back, get my homework done, and critique other people’s work.

What about you? Have you ever been critiqued or critiqued someone else’s work? How does it feel when you do?

Isn’t that the most winning smile? Too bad I didn’t take it with my own camera.

Unfortunately, I have no photos. Well, I do, but they were taken from a great distance with a camera that’s better suited for close-range shots. So all I have are some grainy images that are a little shaky. So, instead of showing you those, I decided to go with a stock photo from Google Images (above).

Okay, so President Obama’s speech at OSU. I’m assuming you wanted to know the details, since you’re reading this post. Well, I got into line around 1, which extended around Thompson Library, across the street to Lazenby Hall, around the corner from that, and heading back to whatever’s beyond that. I entered line around the driveway for delivery trucks into Lazenby. There I saw a few friends whom I allowed to cut in line, and the usual pro-life protesters who always look like they just got back from a hunting party or tailgating. Around 2 the line started moving, and I bought a decorative press pass from a vendor.

When we got to the Oval, where the speech would take place, we were halfway between Orton Hall, where Obama would be speaking, and University Hall, which was where everybody was entering and getting their bags checked. In short, I was in the middle of the crowd, which is why I got bad photos. In addition, everybody kept moving around, so at times I was getting squished by people saying “Excuse me” and shoving me and everyone else around them. Plus the weather decided to be like early September, so I’m a little sunburned.

But besides that, everything was great. First Mayor Michael Coleman of Columbus came on and gave a little warm-up speech. Then we had the Pledge of Alliegance and the National Anthem. Some students, including one I knew from volunteering, made some speeches on how Obama’s policies were helping them get the education they needed. Senators John Glenn and Sherrod Brown also made speeches, which I thought were very good, though I thought Senator Brown said something that might come back to haunt him later: “If you’re here at this rally, it shows you are more knowledgeable about politics than your friends or family.” That’s paraphrased for brevity’s sake, but you can see why some might have a problem with that statement.

And then will.i.am, one of the Black Eyed Peas. showed up and started DJ-ing for the whole crowd, using his songs and others. It was an awesome time, awesome enough that we forgave him for DJ-ing from a small blue tent where no one from the audience could see him. After that, President Obama came out!

He stood up there, told us how important Ohio was, and how because of the auto bailout, 1 in 8 Ohio jobs were now automotive-related jobs. He also spoke about other policies of his that had benefited the American people, backed up his sayings with statistics, used examples from people he’d met on the campaign trail, and compared his plan for the future with Mitt Romney’s plan. He also brought up Big Bird, which got plenty of laughs from the audience (I swear, Governor Romney is never going to live that down).

All in all, it was a pretty good day. I may have stood for several hours, which brought up back pain, but I feel inspired and I’m so glad I voted about a week before the rally. And I bet a lot of other people felt inspired too, because after the rally there were buses that could take you to vote early, which many people got on (of course, they may have gotten on just because will.i.am was supposed to be DJ-ing there too, but I’m an optimist).

So that’s my day. And if you’re American and registered to vote, I urge you to do so, no matter who you’re supporting this election (though you know who I hope will win the election). Your vote counts, despite what you may think about voting in masses, and when you make your voice heard, you get the right to complain whenever something happens in Washington you don’t like.

Happy 30 days or so till Election Day, everybody.

Did you know the name Barack means “lightning” in Hebrew? So that means the President is “Lightning Obama”. Why do people say his name would be “Baruch” if he were Jewish?

Yes, President Barack Obama is coming to OSU today. This will be his third time visiting Ohio State in the past couple of months, so I’m super-excited that he’s coming this time. Why, you ask? Because this time I’ll actually going to be able to see and hear him speak! The first time I was working, so no way I could go; the second time I didn’t even know he was on campus, which I blame on lack of advertising; but the third time, it’s less than a month from election day and will.i.am’s supposed to open the darn thing, and no one’s sure if he’s giving a speech or a free concert. You bet I found out about it and that I got a ticket!

I don’t know what my readers’ political beliefs are or if you guys even like Obama, but I’ll tell everyone about it after the rally. They’re allowing cameras, so you bet I’ll be taking photos up the wazoo!

Hope to have good news later. Talk to you soon.

It’s Homecoming! O-H!

Last night started OSU’s homecoming weekend, which is always a blast on our campus. There’s a huge parade that goes right by my dorm, and I had one of the best spots along the parade route. Why was it one of the best spots? Simple; not only did I see our university’s president, Dr. E. Gordon Gee, up close when he passed by in a shiny red Corvette, I got to shake his hand when I called out to him and he noticed me! Me! Out of all the cheering people, he noticed me and shook my hand! I did wash my hand later, but I was pretty reluctant.

This was my second time meeting and getting to talk with President Gee, the first time happening last year when he visited my dorm during an event (photo to the right). And speaking of events at my dorm, the Illibuck trophy, a turtle-shaped trophy that is brought out during Ohio State-Illinois games and is held by whoever won the previous year’s game (pictured below), made a guest appearance at my dorm during an event involving quesadillas and a Mario Kart tournament.

The Illibuck trophy may not seem like much to those who aren’t crazy fans of Ohio State, but to major fans who know what it is, it’s a big deal.

I got to take a photo with the Illibuck, and let me tell you, it’s pretty cool. That’s a piece of Ohio State football memorabilia and it’s right in my hands. I really enjoyed seeing it and holding it in my hands (once again, see below).

Me with the Illibuck, with the past 5 OSU-Illinois games and the scores on it’s back. Don’t I look happy?

Right now I’m watching the homecoming game, after which I’ll tune in to Saturday Night Live. During commercial breaks I’ll work on the final edits of Reborn City. In the meantime, before I do any more work on RC, I’d like to congratulate my relatives in Michigan on their football team getting a victory over a Purdue. Although I like Purdue slightly better than I like Michigan, I admit your victory was pretty impressive, with a difference of 27 points.

All for now. Bye.

You know, I never put much stock into blog awards, but a really good friend of mine on the blogosphere nominated me for an award, so I’ll do the same shtick and nominate a few others. But before I do, did someone else nominate me for an award a while back? I remember being nominated, but I didn’t do anything about it. Oh well, I’ll have to check it out later.

Anyway, I have to write 7 things most people don’t know about me before I nominate anyone, kind of the rules of the award. Okay, here I go:

1. I’ve used firearms before. Although I’m very much into sensible gun control, I’ve used both military grade rifles and simple handguns before. The first one was while in Israel, when I took part in a 4 1/2 day training simulation in the Israeli army, which culminated in us going to a firing range to shoot some weapons into targets (best part of the whole experience, I tell you!). The second time was at OSU’s pistol club, where for $10 you could purchase about fifty rounds and shoot holes into little paper targets. It was exciting and I enjoyed it, but I was very afraid of what my dad would say, even though I did it mostly for researching what using a gun was actually like. I didn’t tell him for nearly a year!

2. I once made some friends think our hotel room was haunted. One time I was rooming with some friends at a hotel, and I was the only one in our room one evening. I also had the only key to the room and I was about to take a shower, so I decided to leave the door open a crack for them. Just as I’m about to get into the bathroom, I hear my friends outside say, “Why’s our door open?” Me being me, an evil idea popped into my head and I hid behind the door, slowly opened it, and then slammed it shut.  My friends ran screaming, “Ghost!” This still ranks among my top 5 pranks I’ve successfully pulled.

3. I got a special mention at my graduation. My graduation had less than 20 people. That meant that not only did everyone give a speech that afternoon, we also had our own little blurbs that we wrote ourselves in the graduation playbill/pamphlet thing. On mine, two of the things I wrote were, “Known to always have a comment” and “In his past life was either Ludwig van Beethoven or some powerful demonic entity (probably the latter).”

I can’t remember the name of our guest speaker, but she was a state representative and she came up after all our speeches were done. She starts talking, saying that she’ll only be a few minutes. Then she turns around to face us graduates on the stage and says, “And Rami, no comments!” After the laughs die down, I say, “They always ruin my fun.”

Later she mentioned the diversity of the class, saying, “We have a hockey player, the reincarnation of Ludwig van Beethoven…” It was another highlight to an already awesome day.

4. I’ve worn nail polish before. And every time, it’s been freaking hilarious! For the record though, I’ve only done it twice.

5. I do a great Michael Jackson impersonation. Ah, I miss that man; he went before his time, like too many stars these days. Anyway, I can moon-walk, dance, sing, and talk just like the King of Pop himself. I even went as MJ for Purim, which is the Jewish version of Halloween. I was so convincing I won my high school’s costume competition.

6. I’m distantly related to Natalie Portman. But only through marriage, by which I mean my dad’s wife’s distant cousins are the ones who are actually related to her. But it’s still a relation, right?

7. My sweet tooth is my weakness. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to stop myself from eating sweets! It’s a big problem, and I work hard so I don’t gain weight from all the sugary stuff. It’s easier in the winter though, because I’m not consuming so much ice cream and I’m working out more. I wonder why that is?

Alright, time for the nominees. If you wish to check out their blogs, it’s at the end of their nomination. Each nominee is a writer in their own right who has inspired me to some degree or another and whom I’ve had long conversations with before via comments. Congratulations:

Jason Alan: A poet and writer living in France, Jason always has some poetry or a funny little short short to share. An outspoken critic of those who use religion as an excuse for bigotry and ignorance, and a whistleblower on those who use their money and status to manipulate the people, Jason always has something to say to those who feel like commenting on his blog, be it to tell him how great he is or to tell him that he’s going to hell for being an atheist/socialist/whatever-ist. http://jasonalanwriter.wordpress.com/

Pat Bertram: A novelist from out West, Pat has years of experience in writing and in life, and she always has thoughts to share on either. She’s been Freshly Pressed three times, and she is a woman to be admired. Pat, thanks for all our conversations. I hope we have more in the blog posts to come. http://ptbertram.wordpress.com/

Cristian Mihai: A novelist from Romania, Cristian is an inspiration to me. He’s self-published several times before, and has written several books already. He is always willing to share his thoughts on writing, and to give you tips if you should so need them. Good luck to you in the future Cristian. http://cristianmihai.net/

All for now. Congratulations to the nominees, and I hope we can blog together for several years to come.