This year has been a pretty long one. I like to think that each year brings new challenges and possibilities. This one will be no different. This year I’ve published my first book Dark Indiscretions, I’ve buckled down on school work and the end is in sight seeing as I only have 6 to complete my BA in Psychology starting in Jan. I made the decision to get PRK eye surgery and everyday I’m loving the results and the ease of waking up and not having to find my glasses or worried about if they are scratched or not. I’ve ended some friendships. Some much needed, while others came at a surprise. You live you learn. I’ve reached my last year of my 20s. Not a big deal because I don’t look a day over high school sometimes anyway so 30’s not a big deal. I’ve taught myself many things that I didn’t think possible or wouldn’t have in the past. I’m happier and more carefree. I hope to continue the trend in 2014.
Speaking of 2014 I’ve got some serious things going on. My Book Blast begins in February. Reviews will pour in around March. My first visit to Boston before I move to look at purchasing my first condo. Hoping to have my second novel published in my current series and hopefully a new one started. I want to write more poetry and possible publish that as well. I will take my writing to a much higher level by challenging myself to do the impossible. I want to read more than I read this year and embrace this era of social media that has befallen our generation. I will be a college graduate and a new grad student. My commitment to the AF will be over and a new chapter will begin in Boston. A new city with a fresh start and unlimited possibilities. I plan to work/volunteer with trouble children. Help those who can’t help themselves. I will stay away from unhealthy relationships, be that friendships or romantic. I will put myself first before all others because you can’t help anyone if you don’t take care of yourself first. I hope to get in touch with more indie authors like myself. I hope to grow my little Facebook Series Page into a big deal. I plan to push myself to my limit in 2014 and even then keep doing impossible things and making them possible.
Endless possibilities with the only limits being the ones I set for myself. No longer allowing others to decide what my future will or won’t be.
What about you? What possibilities are you hoping for in 2014? Nothing is unreachable. The only person on this Earth that can stop you from reaching your goals is yourself.
I said I wasn’t ever going to do it but it’s done. Social media is taking over the world and if I want my book out there I’ll have to adjust with the times. So much information so little time! Follow me if you dare! Just click the tiny widget on my page! You guys rock!!
Well not really but my pupils are super dilated. Why would they be dilated? Well I’m getting eye surgery on Wednesday and I’m equal parts excited and terrified. I really don’t want to be the 1% that gets the short end of the stick under the PRK laser. I look like a drug addict laying around with sunglasses on.
Hopefully my eyes bounce back pretty quickly after initial surgery. I have a million and one things to do and I really need to be able to see to do them. I was told I look like I should be in the Matrix videos.
If I reach 100 likes while I’m having/recovering from eye surgery I will post the giveaway once I can see again.
For weeks I had contemplated going to a psychic for a reading. I looked in the yellow pages for a place near by. Saw a name and a number but no address. So I put the thought out of my mind. A few weeks go by and I finally take my background check paperwork to the local big brother big sister place but instead of going back the way I came to go home (I’m the worse with directions). I use my phone to find they faster right because I’m not that far away and I would have taken much longer getting home going back the way I came. So I’m driving home and I see the sign for the psychic I found in the yellow pages. I call no answer so I head home but she calls me back and can see me that day. I believe it is a sigh that I need to go here. So for $80 dollars she reads my life in a crystal ball. Some of the intuition was spot on. She needs to meditate on what she saw in the ball. $200 will supply what she needs. Ok I’m intrigued. She has me write something for her at home and has me bring it back the next day. I do she reveals more of the story as she sees it. Ok I’m confused and don’t really know what to think. She tells me to speak of my reading to no one. That’s cool it’s my business. She has me write again and bring her an object from my past because apparently I’ve been cursed as a small child and she needs to meditate some more. Ok. I bring it back the next day. This time she tells me I need to put water in a clear jar. Shower with it in the bathroom. Put 9 $50 bills arranged in a cross over the top and secure it. Wrap the jar in a black shirt and put it under my bed and bring it to her during lunch time. Pause. By this time I’m like that’s $450 dollars of my money that she wants me to just drop off at her house to lift a curse I’m not even sure I believe exists. No. I don’t call her anymore. She told me she was doing GOD’s work. Mm sure. After I didn’t call she called me. I didn’t answer and needless to say I haven’t heard from her since. If she was doing someone else’s work why did she give up contacting me so easily? I mean she didn’t even leave a message. Now don’t get me wrong I believe in the impossible but I just was no longer feeling it. After you’re told you won’t take money for the Lord’s work you only needed it for the meditation materials then turn around three days later and think I was going to drop a jar of water with $450 wrapped around it to you…are you serious??
Did she says some things that got me thinking? Yes. Was it worth more of my money? No. I just wanted to know my future. Not hear about a voodoo black magic curse some jealous person from my past had placed on me as a small child. WTF? Who does that anyway? Placing curses on children because you don’t want them to shine or whatever other whack job reason you tell yourself. I read somewhere that curses can only hold power over you if you believe them to be true and other places say they don’t exist. Just like with everything in this world there is someone for and against the argument. Personally I think people want such things to be real. I don’t know what I believe but I knew I wasn’t taking that jar with pretty much half of my paycheck wrapped around it anywhere. I had things to do and bills to pay.
But seriously I will never forget the words spoken to me when she described how the curse was place nor will I ever speak them out loud as long as I live. So days and memories just stay with you and that is one that will forever be with me. Moral of the story: No one really needs to know their future. You may hear some really messed up stuff.
There is nothing in the world worse then taking one of my favorite books and turning it into some mainstream bullshit movie that has nothing to do with the book. Where they do that at? Yea I’m a very visual person. It’s the best way for me to learn but sometimes I’d rather go with the vision I have of a story coming to life then to go pay $10+ for some watered down cookie cutter version that doesn’t stay true to the original story. I mean are we running out of original movie ideas? If we aren’t remaking something that’s already been done, we’re ruining a great book by turning it into a horrible movie. On the one hand, I’m crazy excited when a book makes it to the big screen if I haven’t read the book first. If I’ve read the book I have expectations and when those expectations fall short I’m left feeling empty and upset. I get that you can’t do a long book justice with a two hour movie but come on!! What about staying true to the authors voice? Do they no longer matter? Do they not get a say?
I guess that’s why I haven’t been to the movies lately. I did go see The Mortal Instruments when it came out. I have yet to read the book and I don’t know if I will. It may ruin the movie for me more than it was already ruined in itself. I found myself saying WTF is going on a lot of the time I was watching it but the book could fill in the gaps. Decisions, decisions?
What makes a good poem? Does it need to rhyme? Should it mean something to you? These are the questions I ask myself every time I write a poem. Well those are the questions I used to ask myself anytime I wrote a poem. Then I stopped caring if it rhymed or made sense to anyone that wasn’t me. I stopped worrying about what made a poem good and just wrote what was in my heart at the time. Why I can write a poem better with a battered heart than when I’m content in my feelings? That I may never have the answer to. If I just wanted to sit and write a poem it’s hard and I find I have nothing to say but in that moment when you feel like your world is crashing down all around you the words come from some place deep within your soul that you didn’t even know existed until this moment. The moment when your heart was open, raw, exposed in such a way that you didn’t want anyone to see. But instead of shielding your heart away you show it along with your soul to anyone would would listen in words. Not actions but words. Words are powerful alone but together they can be unstoppable. Words have the power to turn a bad day good and a good day bad. Writing the words of my heart places a balm to my soul. It’s uplifting and helps ease what was broken. It helps cleanse me of the emotion by putting it on paper. If written correctly if can cause the emotion again when read later. It will bring up the memory of those words and make you feel again what you felt when you wrote it. It this a good thing? Sometimes it is because if I can’t feel the same emotion I was feeling when I originally wrote it then I didn’t capture it correctly. Why am I rambling on about a bunch of nonsense? Well it’s because I can’t write. I’ve been trying the last two days. I’ve got nothing. Tried to finish a poem that’s pretty much almost finished and I’m at a loss for the words. I remember why I was writing it but don’t know how to close it. It’s quite annoying. I did manage to write a bit on the follow up to my first novel but it’s not the same as poetry. I wanted to get back into it. It was my first love when I started writing after journaling. Now it’s like I can’t do it unless I feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I want to do it when I’m happy and not just when I’m sad. They say “practice makes perfect”, but how am I supposed to practice writing when it’s so emotionally based for me? Writing without the emotion doesn’t seem real to me. It just seems like I’m trying to make everything rhyme, because good poetry doesn’t necessarily have to rhyme. It just has to have emotion. Atleast that’s my opinion anyway.
Well I still don’t have a cover for my book. Don’t really know where to start to get one either. Guess I’ll have to keep looking. Also working on more poetry and book 2 in Dark Indiscretions serious. Also started another work in progress but have no idea where it’s going. Only written one paragraph so far. Taking three classes and working full time doesn’t leave a lot of creative room in my busy schedule. Will have to take a bit of time this weekend to write a bit.
Writing is hard. At first I was like this is awesome. I’m writing a book. Now I’m like this is freaking hard. How far do I take this. Do I just keep writing because I keep thinking, how should I end it, hell where should I end it. I love writing, I love the book I’m writing. Seriously, the characters are amazing. It may be my favorite book of all time. It’s just confusing because I think is the story going to fast, is it too slow, how much detail should I put. Then I think just finish it and worry about the detail later. Books are written in stages. The first draft isn’t going to be your best. Like any good work of art it takes time and effort. In the end all the hassle will be worth it.