Eclipse Review....

Let me start off by saying this is just the opinion of one girl and I am aware that others may feel differently. Opinions welcome.

Overall, I would give Eclipse 3 out of 5 stars. The movie alone was good. The effects were great, the action was edge of your seat, and the romance was steamy. But as a movie based on my favorite book ever, in the history of EVER, it fell flat for me. The first fifteen minutes of the movie covers the first twelve chapters of the book. To me, it was rushed and they didn’t allow the dynamics between Bella, Edward, and Jacob to build as much as they could have. They left out the first ‘bed scene’ and that is one of my favorite parts of the book. Also, it is impossible to watch this movie and not fall in love with Jacob. He is totally different in the book, almost like a whiney, annoying little kid. In the movie, he is funny, suave, debonair, and oh...so…HOT. They very much downplay Edward and his compassion and utter admiration towards Bella. I never once faltered in the series, Team Edward 100%. Watching the movies, I’m Team Jacob, or maybe it’s Team Taylor. That would make more sense.

At the end of the day, I am and always will be a fan of the series but I am not particularly happy with the commercialization of it all. They have gotten away from the heart of the matter and that is the love between Bella and Edward. All of the other stuff that happens is just background noise. Her words, the words that Stephenie wrote in that book, are what moved me to my core and what will stay in my heart for the rest of my life. I like seeing the characters represented on the big screen but they haven’t lived up to the beautiful love story that played in my head when I read the books. Here’s hoping Breaking Dawn will be better.

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New York, New York

I’m sitting in the window seal of my hotel room on the thirty-second floor of The Grand Hyatt in New York. The window opens just enough to let the noise from the streets and a small breeze come through and I feel the wind blow my hair while I listen to the horns honk.





It is my first trip to New York.

I had to work in the office all day today but yesterday Maria took me all over the city, to Central Park and on about fifteen different subways. This is her town. It reminds me of her even though she had to leave today. The fast pace, the drive. Everything about the city makes me think of her.



The weather is perfect. It feels like Florida during a cool snap in March. Crisp air with just enough of a chill to make the hair on your arms stand up. And the wind! I didn’t think there would be any wind but it whips around the buildings constantly blowing. I haven’t been overly impressed with the food and would probably let someone pull one of my fingernails out right about now for a glass of sweet tea and a slawdog but I will not leave without having some authentic New York cheese cake…damnit. I did, however, have the best time ever last night singing karaoke with the CMO of my company. Grease, Summer Loven. Oh yeah.

I’m having a good time but I could never live here. I’m a country girl at heart, wide open spaces and all that. I love falling asleep to the sound of a whippoorwill and waking to the morning sun peaking in over the trees. I like people that say “yes ma’am” when you ask them a question and “I’m sorry” when they run into you. I like dirt roads and bugs. A very wise (and handsome) man once said to me, “you have to be happy where you live and everything else will fall into place.” He speaks the truth. When I board the plane home tomorrow, I’ll be going back to what makes me happy. I’m sure I’ll be back, NYC. Try not to miss this country girl too much.

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Inventory - take 2

STOP. Before you continue, it is imperative that you read this or you will not understand a word I’m saying. Go ahead. I’ll wait.

http://christytrujillo.blogspot.com/2009/06/inventory.html

The question is… “Who am I?” The answer is of course very simple and was there all along. I am…me. The problem wasn’t that I didn’t know who I was, it’s that I didn’t like who I was. There was this person that would stare back at me from the mirror and I would cringe. You’re ugly, you’re stupid, you’re nothing, I would tell the girl. She never fought back and the abuse continued. Then the girl would foolishly turn to those around her and expect them to fix her. Being “Their daughter, her friend, his girlfriend, his wife, his mom” was just an excuse to avoid being the only thing I could be which was and is, MYSELF. Since this post I have published two novels and am currently finishing the third in my series. Fate has been a very large part of these books and somewhere in between Emmy’s Heart and the first few chapters of Sarah’s Fate I managed to find Christy’s courage. The courage to look within myself for happiness because, honey, the only person that can make you happy…I mean truly happy, is you. And before you can love someone else…I mean truly love them, you have to learn to love yourself. And I have. Do I still have my days? Of course. I’m still a girl. But now when I look around me I see my parents, and my BFF, and my honey, and my son and I am happy.

For my 31st birthday I have decided to get a tattoo of the word believe over the scar on my wrist. Why believe? Because that’s all we have. The only thing that cannot be taken away from us is our ability and capacity to believe. Believe in fate, in God, in love, in unicorns, in vampires. Without that, without something to hold onto and believe in, what are we? What do we have but empty spaces inside of us longing to be filled? So now when I’m brushing my teeth or putting on my Twilight bracelet I won’t see a scar. I’ll see my husband’s face, and my son’s smile. I’ll hear Maria laughing and Courtney talking in her funny guy voice, (you really should hear that, it’s hilarious) and think the words ‘published author’ because at the end of the day, I believe in me.

I will never forget my first love or the pain I felt and I’m glad. Because without that, without everything I’ve been through, what the hell would I write about? ;)

Hi, I’m Christy. I’m a published author with a “gift for tense and revealing dialogue” (I didn’t write that, it’s from a review of Emmy’s Heart) and more stories to tell. I’m the mother of a great kid and the wife of a very hardworking man. I’m friends with some amazing girls (and guys) and am happy to say, have stopped abusing the girl in the mirror. It's nice to meet you.



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What a wonderful, amazing, very good day

I had the honor of meeting Ashley Greene today. She was in town for a friend’s wedding and came to the Kimberly Clarke Salon to get her hair done with the other girls. They were all so nice and the bride looked like an honest to goodness Angel when she was leaving, her long blonde hair flowing behind her in perfect ringlets. It was a fun, fun day.

I met the wonderfully talented Kim Clarke through a fabulous woman named Courtney Sellers. Kim’s salon is THE place to get your hair done in Jville and I watched her make Ashley’s hair look as good as it ever has in any movie. She is truly an artist and I am blessed to have met both of these wonderful ladies. When Kim told me that Ashley would be coming in, I asked if it was okay if I came up there to give her copies of my books and she agreed. I didn’t tell a soul (well except Maria) because I didn’t want word to get out that she would be there and pandemonium to break out on Herschel Street! I’ve been so nervous about it. And even thought it wasn’t going to happen for a while but all of my fretting was in vein. All of the girls in the bridal party were so sweet and everyone had a blast.

Ashley arrived a little after everyone and was a ray of sunshine from the moment she walked in the room. Her friends clearly adore her and she is loyal and grateful for them. She was down to earth, funny, and just genuinely happy to be a part of her friend’s wedding. When the limo arrived to pick the girl’s up, I asked her if it was okay if I gave her something. She said of course it was. I gave her a bag with both of my books and a letter I wrote her explaining what they were. She was so nice and said she was happy to have something to read on the plane back to LA. She was extremely gracious when everyone started asking to take pictures with her. And let me tell you, she is even more beautiful in person. She is amazing.

I don’t know if she’ll Tweet about my books, but I am truly happy to just have had the chance to meet her. I hope she becomes the most successful actress this world has ever seen. I encourage everyone to support her in every endeavor. Purchase multiple copies of every magazine that is lucky enough to have her grace its pages, see any movie she is in more than once, and then purchase it on DVD.
There are few people in this world that you meet who are ‘symmetrically’ beautiful. People who are as beautiful on the inside, as they are on the out in such a manner that those around them can’t deny it. All the women I mentioned in this blog, Kim Clarke, Courtney Sellers, and Ashley Greene, posses that quality.

What a wonderful, amazing, very good day.

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Indifference

Staring at blank pages, watching them stare back at me, laughing, mocking.
They were right, you can’t do this. Who are you kidding?
They taunt me, the stark white empty spaces dismissing anything I try to add to their pristine perfection.
So I stare. My heart is breaking.
Under the surface of my imperfection, the perfect words hide. Behind my wall of self-doubt and cynicism. If I could just find them, pull them from their hiding, surely the pristine emptiness would allow me to fill it.
But the wall will not crumble,
And the perfect words stay hidden behind my imperfection.
So I stare. My heart is broken.

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The Affect Someone Can Have

It is utterly incomprehensible to me the affect that one single person can have on your life. We go along, meandering though our existence, and then ‘they’ are there. They change things, maybe the way you look at things, or the way you feel about things, but they change you. Inside. Your life swivels this way and that, as they become your sun, your center. Or maybe, they are just there when you need them. When you are sad and need some positive reinforcement and encouragement. But still, your life is changed. Forever altered by the fingerprint they have left on you. No, this doesn’t have to be someone you are romantically involved with. It doesn’t even have to be someone… real. As long as they are real to you. Sometimes they become permanent additions to your life and sometimes they are meant to be a passing star, only staying long enough to leave us a little of their light for our own dark journeys. Fate. That’s all I can say. Fate has a plan, and we may veer off course with the choices we make but she will call us back to the path we are meant for, even if she has to use those around us to do it. In case you are wondering, my path is to be a writer, and I will write of you.

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For the love of books...

I think I have been looking at this whole ‘being an author sucks because no one will ever say these things to me’ thing the wrong way. Yeah, I’m pretty positive that no one is ever going to chase me down and run my car off the road to profess their love to me while Angel by Aerosmith plays in the background but you know, that’s okay. Because at least, I have my daydreams right. And you know what? Every female character I write is me. There’s just no getting around that. And I don’t know if that’s normal or not but it is what it is for me. I tried to write from someone else’s point of view and it just didn’t work. And with a good book, a really good book, you are always that character in your head. Okay, well, I am. And it’s recently been pointed out and proven to me that I’m not even close to normal. So, again, maybe that’s just me but I’m okay with that. So in essence, all of these things are happening to me. All of these wonderful things are being said to me. Some people go their whole lives and never hear these things and weren’t blessed with the imagination and creativity I was to hear them in my head and then construct a beautiful story around them to share with others. I...am lucky, as it turns out. I am lucky that I can experience these things and have these memories in my heart. I am lucky that no matter how many times I’m hurt, I don’t close myself off to love and what it can really do for you. Is fate real? You better believe it honey, and it swirls around me, throwing my long brown hair in three different directions every time I sit down at my computer to write. So, that is what I will do. Write. And if by chance, someone ever does happen to say any of these things to me, sing to me, love me like this, well, then that’s just a bonus.



Have a great day everyone! =)

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