On top of my novel and on top of my literary journalism piece on melatonin, I have added another project to the works.
I watched my first Friday the 13th movie when I was five: Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives. Ever since, I've been a huge fan of the series. Everyone around me called the films worthless and trashy and even sexist. The acting is usually pretty bad too, but you know what? I watched them anyway, and I still enjoyed them to a great degree, and I still do today. I just finished watching the original Friday the 13th.
I'm going to make a bold statement in a new essay: these films are more than what they appear to be. Call them trashy. Call them worthless. But as a writer, I can examine a lot more there, and I firmly believe the makers of these films made them this way for a reason. I'm not going to be specific yet because I do not want my idea stolen, although this topic has been touched on by people before.
Additionally, I am desperately awaiting replies to magazines. Sometimes it just seems to take forever.
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