I really want to start writing again. I miss blogging. But seeing as I haven’t written anything in six months and I’ve started a new full-time job, even when I have time to write, I don’t have the energy. I’m trying really hard to start writing again. Please be patient with me.
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One of my favorite writing quotes is, “I’m writing a first draft and reminding myself that I’m simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles” (Shannon Hale). That’s how I feel this week, especially after spending all of Saturday doing writing sprints and accidentally finishing my steampunk novella. I’m sure there will be lots of places to go back and add things. I know there’s going to be a lot of editing.
I finished it!
So I went to snoop around my local library this week, and in my browsing of the stacks, I found myself thinking about American Horror Story. Random, right? So I back up and look at all the spines, and there’s an orange spine with AHS font on it. Naturally, I took it home. (If anyone ever tells you not to judge a book by it’s cover, you call them on their B.S. Covers are important. The most important content in the world would still go unread if the cover designers dropped the ball. And the spines are the most important part of the book cover.) Continue reading
For a long time, I was very lonely. For most of my life, really. I grew up in the ura-omote culture of Japan: the person you are, and the person you are to everyone else. No one comes inside that wall. You know how gender is built into the English language? The separation of private personality vs. public perception is built into Japanese. In Japanese, there is an equivalent of Mr. or Mrs. etc for everyone, even people your own age. Close friends will call each other by first name, but usually still with an honorific. Yobisute (referring to someone without an honorific) is almost exclusively reserved for your significant other. Continue reading
So you may have noticed that I have not updated this blog in over a month. My last actual post was about Thanksgiving. I guess you could say I’ve been having an existential crisis. Continue reading
Last week when I was trying to figure out what to blog, I found a prompt that said, “Write one entry for The Atlas of Fictional Places.” I decided that incorporating prose into my style sheet would be refreshing, and this story kind of happened. (I blame the Starbucks fumes.)