Archive | May 2014

Where I might go with these projects

I’ve been considering where I can go with these various creative projects that I’ve been involved with. My friends recommend that I create a Youtube channel for my recorded stories. I suppose in there I can include a little storyboard, and if I can find a way to give people the option of downloading it… I’m not sure how I would do it, but it’s definitely worth looking into.


I also mentioned to my friends about how I would love it if I opened a fanfic contest to see who can create the best written work based off of one of my artworks.


There are possibilities to explore, I’m not very hopeful of making a large profit off of any of them, but I think it is something to shoot for.

Mother’s Day

It’s good that we celebrate Mother’s Day tomorrow. I choose not to make cheesy Facebook statuses as part of my Mother’s Day tradition, but I do like to give some mention to my Mom.


I remember how Mother’s Day used to irritate me, because I would go to the church and I felt like I was being told I should be grateful to my Mom because she does a lot of stuff for me, like cooking and cleaning and whatnot. Well, my mom can’t do that. Not that she doesn’t want to, but she has health issues that limit that capacity. It seems to me that sometimes people take the wrong approach. My mom might not do a lot of cooking or cleaning, for instance, but she does sacrifice as she is able for Dad and for us kids. One of the things I love most about my Mom is that she’s so intelligent. She didn’t finish collage, but that doesn’t stop her from learning continually, and teaching– but not in a a preachy, cheesy, or lecture-y kind of way. It flows out naturally. I also love that it’s obvious she cares about my talents and abilities. I suppose I ought to mention the patience required in bringing us up, though I like to think that we didn’t give her too much trouble…


Being a mom has always been my number one goal in life. I’ve wanted it ever since I could conceptualize the idea. I remember when I was young that our teachers would ask us what we wanted to be when we grew up. I would say things like ballerina or figure skater or teacher or zoo keeper, but none of those things have ever stuck. The only thing I’ve always wanted to be and never changed my mind about was being a mom. I can’t imagine a more worthy and fulfilling thing to do with one’s life.


I created this image during Spring Break. My hope is that it encapsulates some of the feelings I have about Mothers Day and my Mom and my own hopes for being a mom.

I don’t know if Mom reads this blog, but if she happens to see this before tomorrow, she can count it as a spoiler, I guess.


My current writing project

Forgive me for being remiss in keeping you updated, I’ve been busy with schoolwork and suchlike.


Along with my responsibilities as a student, Seminar Coordinator, and Relief Society instructor, I have a couple of projects that I’m working on. One, of course, is the engagement gift I’m going to give to my dear friend and roommate. The other is a story, part of a series of short stories about a group of fairy godparents. Their job, of course, is to bring the happy endings to whatever case they are faced with, whether it be evil stepmother, mad prince, or family feud. The one I’m doing right now is based on Romeo and Juliet. I’m having such a fun time making fun of it. That particular play really bothers me, because I can never really believe that Romeo and Juliet love each other. They’re just dumb teenagers. That’s why I delight in putting my own twist into the story.


I dearly hope the semester will go well. I have no idea what I’m going to do once the semester finishes.

My Roommate

I guess I really haven’t written very much this year, even though a lot is actually happening. For one thing, I’m rooming with a good friend of mine again. It’s so nice to have her back. She’s been in Thailand of late. She’s engaged to a really great guy. I was able to surprise her yesterday with this little creation. The tricky part was finding a silhouette where the guy wasn’t noticeably taller than the girl.



I’ve been working on something else for her too. More about that later.


She listened to one of the audiobooks I made last year, the Princess Bride spoof, and thought that I could really do something with… this. Like if I could start a Youtube channel and share it on Facebook and see what comes of it. It’s a nice thought, isn’t it? I’m rather dubious myself, but I like the encouragement anyway. It would be great if I could do something like that, where I would have complete autonomy over my work, and the creative freedom to pursue my own ends. It’s not like I’d do it for the money, the only problem is that I do need money. I’m sure that has been the plague for countless creative people now and in times past.


If I could know that I would be provided for, I would be able to try some of these things out. I mean, I’ll be writing and drawing and stuff anyway for the rest of my life. It would be nice to think all of that actually went into something.


We’re doing a poetry unit in my Creative Writing class. I don’t know if people realize how much is involved in poetry– meter, rhyme, alliteration, assonance, imagery, caesuras, and everything. We were supposed to write a poem that focussed on imagery. The criterium was to take a high, low, or turning point and base the poem off of that, describe and make meaningful a particular object, and to engage at least three of the five senses. Oh yeah, and it had to be at least twenty-five lines long.

It was hard.


I eventually created something. I don’t like it a whole lot, but there are a few aspects I appreciate. The “high point” I chose was creating “Masquerade,” which I consider to be my best work of last year. Here goes:


The Happiest Color

My colored pencils gave a fraction of

Their lives to the work. My Carmine Red bled

While my White sweated, and my True Blue shed

A tear or two in her labour of love.

Though the paper was still smooth to the touch,

The deep layers of color changed the flow

Of the grain. Of course, getting there was slow

Work, but seeing the color spread was such

A surreal experience, to think that

They could fashion something likes this.

A waxy scent accompanied the kiss

I gave it. Yes, I do that. Then I sat

Back to observe it one more time before

Sharing. Rarely am I completely won

Over by the art, but part of the fun

Is in improving. I had nothing more

To add, so I let my pencils a rest

Their dull and weary heads. I tucked them in

Their case, then quickly went online to win

The comments they earned from their best

Work of the year. A friend of mine even told

Me he’d buy a print! Sunburst Yellow beamed,

Blush Pink flushed faintly, and Apple Green seemed

Less sour when he knew his work would be sold.

But the happiest color, so they say,

Was Azure. There were many smiles that day.


Then in class today we were supposed to write another poem based on an aaa bob hard rhyme scheme. I might like that one a lot better.



The journal lay with edges worn,

Cover stained and pages torn

Upon the desk, lost and forlorn

The writer dead, the binding old,

Yet worth more than a pile of gold

The value in the stories told.