I have been SO remiss

I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry that I didn’t give you enough attention to inform you….




And yeah, it’s been a month, but I’m still floating on a beautiful blue cloud of happiness and love for my husband that makes the rest of life (even a really boring job) so much more sweet and enjoyable.


I started to carve a carrot into a teddy bear today. That’s what my life is like.


Heh heh, about that last post

A few hours after my last post, I fell off my bike and shattered my elbow. It was a five hour surgery and now I have 14 screws and 2 plates in my arm.


So now this is what my days look like:


-I wake up and try to shower and eat breakfast with only one fully operational arm. This usually means that my hair doesn’t get washed very well, and my cereal bowl sits in the sink, unwashed.

-I watch netflix or nap. Every four hours or so, I take medicine and do arm/wrist exercises.

-My fiancé is done with work and I can see him. He checks on me and fusses over me and I feel loved and sory for not being able to do more for myself.

-I want my arm back and a job



This is what my days are like now

I moved to the same town as my fiancé, so we can get accustomed to being in a short-distance relationship before we get accustomed to the even short-distance relationship of marriage.

I figured getting a job shouldn’t be too hard; it’s a college town and a lot of students have moved out for the summer.


Here’s what my days are like now:

-I wake up with a slight sense of panic because I don’t have work to go to.

-I guilt myself into applying for a few more jobs online before I even shower and breakfast

-I don’t know what next to do as far as job-hunting, so I guilt myself into writing. I think this is because my mind considers writing the most comparable thing to having a job (there is still a part of me that would really like to make money from my creative efforts)

-It’s midday and I feel like I’ve done work but haven’t been productive

-I try to keep myself from going crazy by biking into town or reading my mom’s book (prepping to beta-read the sequel, almost feels productive) while waiting for my fiancé to visit

-My fiancé visits! Now I can enjoy myself without feeling guilty

-My fiancé leaves, and I try to write again before going to bed

-Sleep, repeat


I’m going to go crazy.


So news

I’m engaged 🙂 Have been for… almost a week now.


I want to say that eventually I’ll revisit those stories that I wrote and write some new ones. I’m going to try to focus on the really short stuff– one pagers. And I’m going to illustrate them. And I’m going to post them one at a time on Facebook so people will actually read them. I will do that eventually. It’ll probably be my next biggish sort of projects, now that I finished that collection. I will do it. Eventually.

So… yeah…

Well, I posted a note on Facebook about having completed some short stories. It got five “Likes.”


To be fair, I don’t know if I’d take the time to read stories my Facebook acquaintances wrote either.


I suppose all that means is that if I want people to read my stuff, I’m going to have to try harder. I’m sure there are lots of online communities where one can share their work. I already know of the Writer’s Workshop on campus. There are ways. It’s just a matter of getting myself to do something about it.

Almost done!

I am one story away from printing a collection of stories that I wrote called Dreams of Glass. I’m really excited. The advantage of working at a print shop is that I can bind it myself and add some fun things in there like have some pages printed on parchment or fiber paper.


I’ve been planning on creating a book like this for months, since last may after I went to a Power of Choice seminar. It’s nice to finally feel like I’m almost ready.


I’m imagining a sort of Darwinian approach to my writing. I’ll keep putting out collections of stories every once in a while. The good stories will survive to the next edition, some will need evolve to make it to the next edition, some will die, and new ones will be born. The idea is that after several editions, I will have a core collection of good and refined stories. By that time, they may also have accumulated some illustrations.  In the meanwhile, I can find out what people respond to.



A few days ago, I was invited by a friend to submit my artwork to an online magazine that she was writing for (created by her English Major friends) called Blithe and Bonnie. So I did. I’m thinking about having a look at their first issue when it comes out in three days.


My accidental resolution

Hehe. I almost want to create a Facebook Meme: “January 8th, today I made a new years resolution not to procrastinate.”


Well, it’s been a while. Usually at the turn of the year, I like to look back on the past year and then forward to the new. But this New Years I was actually occupied with things that were more significant than reflection and resolution.


With the help of a dear friend, I accidentally created a sort of resolution. You remember last May I determined that I would share my writing with people. Well, that hasn’t happened. Some of the writing happened, just not the sharing. I want to write a little more before I move into the sharing part of this venture. Problem is, I’ve started over half a dozen short fictions. If I’m going to get anywhere, I have to get myself to finish. My friend asked me what a good due date would be and how he could encourage me to keep it. So I’m going to try to finish a story each month.


I figured that if I could write a story about every month for my creative writing class last year, I could do it now– even though I’m busier. Especially if I commit to stories I’ve already started.


Now the question is when have I written enough, and when can I convince myself to actually put it out there for people to read?


Not that I think anyone will. Not really. Maybe a few devoted family members and friends. I’ll make an announcement on Facebook that I’ll have stories available for download on this blog, but I doubt any will explore. I’ve tried to get them here before via Facebook. It doesn’t work.


I don’t know how to nag people to read my stuff. It’s different with art. People can just look at art. Reading requires commitment.


Writers must be crazy. Artists must be crazy. I don’t consider myself a writer or an artist– I just like to write and art. That’s rather comforting. Still, I have my delusions of grandeur just like any of them. I haven’t decided whether to try to keep them alive or not. But they grow like weeds, so I doubt I could kill them even if I wanted.

Still going

So maybe I should make an effort to keep this up to date. Things are happening in my life after all.


The most recent development is that I heard from the graphic designer who was assigned my story to prep it for publication in Outlet. She asked if we could meet up to talk about my writing and what inspires me and such so she can create a better design for my story.

The prospect of talking about my writing is kind of exciting. I think I like talking about the creation of the story better than the story itself. I’m still waiting to hear back from her, but it could be cool.

I’m thinking… maybe I should give more credit to myself for the things I do and accomplish.


I framed and matted a print of “Finding Place” for my friends. It looks much nicer in a frame.


I wonder if there’s any potential for… earning something from my creative efforts. I don’t have a business bend. Perhaps I could develop one if I had enough confidence in my talents. I think other people believe in me more than I do, and I can’t figure out which of us is more biased.


Life is weird.