<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542642603770339589</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:45:47.139-07:00</updated><category term='rebelde'/><category term='televisa'/><category term='writing'/><category term='telenovelas'/><title type='text'>Still Writing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542642603770339589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Viv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160729292372659994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-InMQRk1F6k/SpD2J3TNeNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IZfK2BZ4k84/S220/viv_dress1_sm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542642603770339589.post-457534341592631526</id><published>2009-11-02T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:32:20.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy sh!t</title><content type='html'>So I know this blog has been basically ignored for a good time now.  I do not mean for this to be so but I've been busy applying to creative writing grad schools.  I was searching for inspiration for my personal statements and I decided to revert back to this good ol' blog.  Little did I know that Issa Lopez had personally left me a comment about a week ago!!! O.o  She responded to my "Day 1--Issa Lopez" blog with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl class="avatar-comment-indent" id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dt class="comment-author" id="c2606536646434624799"&gt;&lt;a href="http://efectossecundarios.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;efectossecundarios&lt;/a&gt; said... &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Issa Lopez here. Viv, Thanks so much for the faith... truth to be told, many of the things you say above are because of luck and luck alone. Listen, I cannot read material from anyone that does not come through agents and so and so because of veeery weird and paranoid copyright issues that I had to agree on, but, if you are asking for advice, it would be this: Forget Telenovelas. It's a rotten world, and producers only ruin your work. If you want to write movies, then do that. Take some screenwriting workshops, join filmschool.... all the contacts that helped me make my movies, came from there. Best of luck, and thanks again!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;WOW!  First of all, how freaking awesome that this rock star took the time to read my crap?! RIGHT?!  Second of all, this is really good advice.  She's not bull shitting me around, she knows the nitty gritty of this business.  I may have to just skip the telenovelas and move right onto movies.  Either way, I have decided to go to grad school in creative writing, where I will actually be recieving workshops in both screenplays and fiction.  From then on, my journey will continue.  Though ofcouse I am disillusioned with the world of Telenovelas, I'm still going to poke my head around and see what's there.  Till then faithful readers, don't ever think that no one reads your silly little blogs.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542642603770339589-457534341592631526?l=stiiillwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/457534341592631526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/2009/11/holy-sht.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542642603770339589/posts/default/457534341592631526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542642603770339589/posts/default/457534341592631526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/2009/11/holy-sht.html' title='Holy sh!t'/><author><name>Viv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160729292372659994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-InMQRk1F6k/SpD2J3TNeNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IZfK2BZ4k84/S220/viv_dress1_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542642603770339589.post-5406172482382817433</id><published>2009-09-17T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:42:30.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>And for that I apologize oh so loyal readers.  I have not forgotten about my mission, it's just that school tends to get in the way...papers and stories and what not.  The good news is that my cousin from Mexico got back to me and gave me a list of AWESOME advice as to what type of Spanish literature I should be reading.  He wants to read some of my work which I am both excited and scared about...nothing like the good ol' fear of rejection which is quite common in my field.  He also said that he would contact some people and once he got their information, he would give it to me.  In the mean time, I'm still writing and waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542642603770339589-5406172482382817433?l=stiiillwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5406172482382817433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542642603770339589/posts/default/5406172482382817433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542642603770339589/posts/default/5406172482382817433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Viv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160729292372659994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-InMQRk1F6k/SpD2J3TNeNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IZfK2BZ4k84/S220/viv_dress1_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542642603770339589.post-6096900634142610191</id><published>2009-08-27T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:42:25.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet Tweet</title><content type='html'>As my final year here at the university really sinks in, I realize how pressed for time I am to start my dream job (or any sort of job for that matter) with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Televisa&lt;/span&gt;.  I have done a few things to reach this in the last few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I emailed relatives I have in Mexico to see if they knew anyone with any information since they are a lot closer to the source than I am.  My cousin who is in the business of writing, emailed me back basically saying, "So you want to be a screenwriter for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Televisa&lt;/span&gt;? We should talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I created a Twitter (@Viv_Writes) and am now following &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Televisa&lt;/span&gt; and a bunch of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Televisa&lt;/span&gt; workers in hopes of them seeing my little link to this blog.  So far I have 14 followers, more than half of them are just spam links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since life tends to get in the way of my dreams, I have to focus on my Creative Writing classes for the moment.  This involves dissecting creative non-fiction and figuring out the appeal of 17C drama.  More posts to come as more news surfaces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542642603770339589-6096900634142610191?l=stiiillwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6096900634142610191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/2009/08/tweat-tweat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542642603770339589/posts/default/6096900634142610191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542642603770339589/posts/default/6096900634142610191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/2009/08/tweat-tweat.html' title='Tweet Tweet'/><author><name>Viv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160729292372659994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-InMQRk1F6k/SpD2J3TNeNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IZfK2BZ4k84/S220/viv_dress1_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542642603770339589.post-7578970151361479126</id><published>2009-08-25T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:55:25.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good and the bad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today was a pretty crappy day. Too many classes, no break for lunch, more classes and then work at a dorm cafeteria. I was (still am) exhausted and had to come home to a bunch of homework. AND YET, just as I said I would, I checked Issa Lopez's blog chat box to see if she had responded to me.  Guess what? She did! Here is what she wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;" class="pn_std"&gt;Issa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;: Vivianna, I went to a writers school at televisa, and that´s how I started there. But the school doesn´t existe anymore... and I´m way too far of that time... I wouldn´t know of no pointers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Soooo uhhh...awesome that she actually responded to me...sucky that she has absolutely NO pointers HA.  Still, this director of movies who USED to be a writer for televisa, is pretty famous, is the first one who has answered my inquiries.  Does no one else find this weird?  What are the workers of Televisa, the ones sitting at their desks, the ones working human resources doing!? I haven't even gotten an automated response!  It doesn't matter.  I'm going to keep on trying.  Issa's actual response just added to my drive! Dare I start quoting Journey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542642603770339589-7578970151361479126?l=stiiillwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7578970151361479126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-and-bad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542642603770339589/posts/default/7578970151361479126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542642603770339589/posts/default/7578970151361479126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-and-bad.html' title='The good and the bad..'/><author><name>Viv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160729292372659994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-InMQRk1F6k/SpD2J3TNeNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IZfK2BZ4k84/S220/viv_dress1_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542642603770339589.post-5337392289396494274</id><published>2009-08-23T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:40:20.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One- Issa Lopez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As I mentioned before, I have been mass emailing the people at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Televisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; announcing my goals to be one of their writers.  As I wait for a reply, I have also decided to email some writers from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Televisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and see if anyone a. checks their email and b.gives a crap enough to reply.  So far, no biters.  However, in the process of searching through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IMDB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; to find all of the writers of my favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;novelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, I stumbled upon the name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Issa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Lopez under &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Primer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt; a Mil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; Hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.  The name may or may not sound familiar depending on who (if anyone) reads this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Issa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Lopez is basically my role model.  She rocked film school, started out with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Televisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; as a writer, crept her way into movies and now writes and directs what she wants.  She's the reason for Ladies Night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Niñas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   Mal (Charm School,) and her latest flick is Casi Divas (Road to Fame.)  This last movie is about several ladies competing to be the next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;telenovela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; star and exposes all the glamour of behind the scenes.  Pretty much if someone perfect could help me on my mission, she'd be the perfect candidate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So in vain, I searched for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Issa's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; email, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, ANYTHING for about a good hour or so. Nothing popped up but her blog which sidetracked me another hour because I had to catch up on all of her witty posts about life.  Her blog did, however have a little chat box which she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; replied to a few times.  Yup, I did, in less than 200 characters I spilled my guts as best as I could and asked for any pointers while at the same time complimented her on her work.  I will check this blog everyday in hopes for a response.  Other than that, I will keep sending those same emails to those same people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Till then, check out the trailer for Road to Fame:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi1581056537/"&gt;Road to Fame&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542642603770339589-5337392289396494274?l=stiiillwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5337392289396494274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-one-issa-lopez.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542642603770339589/posts/default/5337392289396494274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542642603770339589/posts/default/5337392289396494274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-one-issa-lopez.html' title='Day One- Issa Lopez'/><author><name>Viv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160729292372659994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-InMQRk1F6k/SpD2J3TNeNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IZfK2BZ4k84/S220/viv_dress1_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542642603770339589.post-2056756244182985437</id><published>2009-08-22T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:33:33.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='televisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebelde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telenovelas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I felt the need to start this little blog as a sort of documentation.  My sister pointed out that my situation was similar to some documentary called "My Date with Drew Barrymore," and while I have not actually seen the movie yet, I found the idea intriguing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Situation: Currently, I am seeking employment as a &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guionista de telenovelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, a soap opera screenwriter for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Televisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.  And by seeking employment, I mean sending out mass emails to the poor souls who work there, asking how to get my foot in the door as a screenwriter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am 21, a senior about to graduate school with a double major in English Literature and Creative Writing, as well as a minor in Latino Studies.  What was that? All degrees pretty worthless in a crappy economy that is thriving on technology and ways to ruin the environment? Yes, I am aware.  Nevertheless, my hopeless romantic and attention seeking self has decided to be stubborn.  My goal/mission/dream/desire/aspiration/destiny--whatever you want to call it, is to write...write well...and make a living off of my creativity.  Yes, I have joined everyone and their brother in wanting to steal hearts by writing books and screenplays.  For this you can blame my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Growing up with a big loving Mexican family gave me evenings watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;telenovelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. There are three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;telenovelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; that helped shape my passion to create my own. The first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;telenovela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I have recollection of was called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kassandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, and I used to watch it with my grandmother when she took care of me...just googled it, it came out in 1991.  Of course I don't remember the basic plot or who was in it or how it ended, but what I do remember is that my grandmother stared at that screen with such focus and intensity that my four year old self knew better than to talk when it was on.  I was aware that this show was captivating, almost hypnotizing, and though I couldn't understand why at the time, I developed a weird admiration for all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;telenovelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.  After my grandmother passed away, I continued the tradition of soap watching with my mother and sister with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lazos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.  This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;novela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; is important because at that time, my older sister was getting married. I distinctly remember in those last few days leading up to the wedding, many social events were held that impeded our ability to watch the 7pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;novela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.  My sister would set the VCR and when we could, we would watch what we missed.  What baffled me was that my sister's Caucasian fiance was also enthralled by this very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;novela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, revealing to me at the young age of 8 that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;telenovelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; broke racial boundaries and identities, something society is still trying to achieve today.  This guy who didn't speak a lick of Spanish was dying to know if the evil triplet had died yet.  Many more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;novelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; were seen between then and now, all dramatic, all heart breaking, never realistic.  By high school I found myself hooked to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Rebelde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, a high school drama that yes, had hot guys in ties, but also showed teenagers in a positive light rather than just screw ups, which is what a lot of past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;novelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; focused on.  It stressed the importance of youth and the beauty of dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bottom line: Yes, there are a lot of crap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;telenovelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; out there, but it doesn't matter because they fulfil their purpose.  People need them as a means of entertainment, to escape reality, to learn a new language, to reinforce their connection to their homeland in a strange land, etc. I will be part of this phenomenon some day, and I'll do what writers do best, I'll write about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=04SV4dijD94"&gt;Primer Amor A Mil Por Hora Intro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542642603770339589-2056756244182985437?l=stiiillwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2056756244182985437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-so-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542642603770339589/posts/default/2056756244182985437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542642603770339589/posts/default/2056756244182985437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiiillwriting.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>Viv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160729292372659994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-InMQRk1F6k/SpD2J3TNeNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IZfK2BZ4k84/S220/viv_dress1_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
