Sunday, May 4, 2014

My experience from this blog


               This was the first time I have ever created a blog, so it was definitely a long journey to understand how to even use the website. I really enjoyed the experience though because the only creative writing I have ever done is poetry, and that was just this semester! It was interesting to see how I grew as a writer through this process because I really had to evaluate myself on whether I was writing too much like me and not enough like the character in the story. It also took a very long time to write about all of these characters because after each story I would have to take a break in order for the creative part of my brain to rest and rejuvenate. I honestly do not understand how writers do it. Then again, they can take longer periods of time to write than just a semester, but nonetheless I applause them for their dedication. It’s taken me all semester to write/edit the blogs, so I can only imagine how long it takes them to get out of the characters in their stories and into the new ones. I’m not going to lie, sometimes I would jot down ideas that would pop into my head during class (please don’t deduct a grade point for this confession!).
                I think my favorite piece was the one I did on “The Lamp in a Window” because I think it’s hilarious how the story was about a crazy cat lady. But the hardest one was probably In Cold Blood just because it was a long novel, which took a long time because I had to go through the entire book to find quotes and ideas that I could use for Perry’s part. Over-all the experience was quite interesting/exciting, I’m hoping I can keep exercising the creative part of my brain throughout the years to come! 

Here are come picture of the process of this blog!


In Cold Blood's Perry


Perry:
Lets just say that what I did was not because of me being a paranoid schizophrenic, I just had to do it. I found that after I had killed the Cuttlers I just could not stop talking about it to Dick. I still believe that deep down, way down to the rock bottom, that I was not going to be able to kill them. This obviously shows that I am not schizophrenic because I have consistently kept the fact that I honestly did not think I had it in me to kill the family. I am a good man. Dick is the one who makes me seem like a paranoid schizophrenic because he was always asking questions to rattle my thoughts up and confuse me. He recognized my error when I would constantly say that I really couldn’t believe that I killed them by him asking me, “How about the n*****,” but I really did not kill a black man. I had to tell that lie because I am not a gifted liar, so killing a n***** would justify that I have the ability to kill, but the Cuttler family is just not the same as the lie I made up. I just could not believe that anyone could get away with killing the family, and well I was correct about that.
In my rational mind, I always have a fixed reason for everything. Just like how I enjoy Dick’s company. He is a true friend to me. He is despicable to me when it comes to his sexuality. Christ I hate that stuff, people who cannot control their sexual beings. How can I be a friend to someone who tried to rape a little girl? I would have killed him. Just like I killed that family. Which again shows that I am not a schizophrenic. I have morals; it was just necessary to kill that poor family. 
Capote made me seem like a paranoid schizophrenic when I stated that, “I didn’t want to harm the man. I thought he was a very nice gentleman. Soft-spoken. I thought so right up to the moment I cut his throat” (Capote 244). This is just me being honest. I hate that stuff, but I just had to do it. I mean if we were to leave them alive it would be a small rap, ten years at the least. This is what I wanted to do, but I just ended up killing them; Mr. Cuttler was first. I didn’t mean to kill him either, I was trying to call Dick’s bluff. Once I cut his throat I made Dick finish him by stating, “you will feel better” (Capote 244). Once again, Capote makes me seem like a paranoid schizophrenic because of me stating that I didn't want to kill the family and then telling Dick that he will enjoy it, which is controversial, but I was just having an inwardly battle about whether I should kill them or not. When it comes down to it, you just have to do certain things to be safe. Did I think we were going to get caught? Yes. Did I think that we deserved to die for what we did? Of course. But unfortunately, the only option was to kill them. We couldn’t just leave them there tied up.
I once considered that I had a mental instability when I stated, “to imagine that one might be ‘not just right’-particularly if whatever was wrong was not your fault but ‘maybe a thing you were born with’” (Capote 110). But I don’t believe this. The Cutlers were a nice family, but someone had to pay for the other people who hurt me in my life. This is not something mental, this is just matter of fact. If it was mental than I would have been put into a mental institution a long time ago. I might have issues because of the people who have caused pain in my life, but then again I might not. After we were caught I felt that my life was unworthy. I didn’t kill myself though because I was given life for a reason. In the end, my death was one that should have pity on. Capote made me seem like this male figure that had mental issues, but I did not at all have these problems. 

Here's a picture of Dick and me:



Dazzle


“I had a secret, something was bothering me, something that was really worrying me very much, something I was afraid to tell anybody, anybody-I couldn’t imagine what their reaction would be, it was such an odd thing that was worrying me, that had been worrying me for almost two years” (Capote 412). This quote that I stated pretty much sums up my story. My secret was truly bothering me, but I just could not tell anyone else about it – and I mean anyone. I couldn’t bare the thought of their face when they heard my secret. I should have listened to myself when I was thinking this because I should not have told anyone about my secret because when I did, the stupid woman laughed at me. I don’t have any anger directed towards Truman Capote because it’s not his fault that I told this secret to the witch Mrs. Ferguson. The reason for this is because I know other people won’t understand and they will think it weird of me. I think this is why I went to Mrs. Ferguson because she was weird too. The only difference was that people respected Mrs. Ferguson and were civil with her. If they would have heard about my terrible secret, they would have banned me from society and made a fool of me. I would have liked for Mr. Capote to give me more courage in the story, but I just was a coward of a boy. The problem is this time period that I am in. If I tried to voice my secret to the world they would ban me. It’s hard living this life of secrecy, but someone had to write a story to society about the issue I was facing, and that someone was Mr. Capote himself. 

My thoughts:
I don't have much to say besides the fact that this story is one that was extremely sad to me. While interviewing this poor boy, I kept getting the image of a martyr in my head. I just truly hope that the story shows to be a message to the outside world that the want to be a different gender is not something chosen but is something that is given to them when they are born. It might not reveal itself until later in life, but it will always be there.

Here's a picture of the necklace his grandmother had: (it was taken right before the thievery)

Mrs. Munson from "A Mink of One's Own"


Mrs. Munson:
When I first taken to see Miss Vini I was extra excited. I just couldn’t believe Vini Rondo was coming to see me! That all changed though when she walked through the doors. I had positive nightmares when she showed me that beautiful mink. My, Mr. Capote, I would have never thought you would do a cruel thing like that to me. The poor refugee seemed that she needed some money, so I thought that I would give her $400 for the mink, even though my husband Albert would be mad (my, which he was). Since Vini was back in the states I thought that it would be nice to see her again, but you just love the cruelty theme Mr. Capote. At first I thought it was so sweet of Vini to do such a thing like that by letting me buy her mink for only $400, my was I wrong about that. I just wish she were as fabulous as I thought her to be. I might have exaggerated Vini’s life a bit, but it was all for a good cause. So my comments to you Mr. Capote is to treat your darling characters better because the only the thing that keeps ringing in my head is “Oh, my God, I’ve been taken and taken good, and there’s nothing in the world I can do about it” (Capote 14).


My thoughts:
This was a quite interesting interview that I had because Mrs. Munson was a very interesting character. I’m guessing she found a new friend to exaggerate on though because at first all she talked about was her friend Eveline who lived in Oahu, Hawaii during the Pearl Harbor attack. “Supposedly” this friend of hers was in love with one of the soldiers, named George, who was there during it. George was thought to have died in the battle, so Eveline took to his best friend Henry because she thought it would be what her George would have wanted. Well, it turns out George was alive and ended up coming home to see that his loved Eveline had fallen in love with his best friend. To me, this seemed to be an unrealistic story that should never be adapted to the big screen.  I’m hoping no one takes to this story of hers.

Here's a picture of Mrs. Munson from when Vini first gave her the mink: