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Life as an unknown author
Making a steady income off your craft is a dream for many artists. For those who already are living this dream — creating while benefiting from it — motivation must come easy because money talks. Not saying that paid artists aren’t happy to create out of their own will, but creating without incentives every day can’t be fully possible when you hold a day job. So in this instance, paid artists have a clearer path. Is the artist as passionate about making art when they’re getting paid to create? As opposed to the ones who make art daily without getting or expecting any commission? Maybe. I always think the latter…
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In all my wishes
I wish you could feel my thumping heart every time you texted to tear me apart say you can’t come by after disrupting my time I wish you would’ve seen the excitement on my face cause I hadn’t seen you in more than twelve days and it was overdue having you in my bed feeling your embrace I wish you knew how much it hurt when you made me derail, a perfectly clear path for you but flip me around like another page, another prisoner in your jail I wish you knew what monogamy meant to some of us and the million hints you couldn’t get whenever I’d vent I…
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11 little-known facts about my blogging life
I thought I’d make this post a reintroduction. For the old readers and the new ones landing on this blog, whatever the reason may be, allow me to reintroduce myself with these little-known (or not known at all) facts about me! I am part of the first wave of bloggers from the early 2000’s! I first started posting my writings online on AOL Journals, soon transitioning to Myspace blog, and eventually stopping for a while. My journals consisted of just poems and “waking” thoughts. In 2009, after watching the movie Julie & Julia, I was inspired to pick up blogging again. I created my first blog, MySummerHair and it was…
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Proudly owning my words
My thing is, it is never about telling anyone how to live their lives. It’s about spreading the wisdom and knowledge that I know I’ve gained, which I proudly own. It’s about the things that I know have worked for me and which, sometimes, are simply basic “common sense” — and also things I should have done —hoping to uplift someone along the way. That’s it! If you connect with my words, that’s soooo GREAT. If you don’t, it’s also OK! Being a writer isn’t much of a lucrative business in modern times, unless you’re a celebrity [eye-roll]. It always baffles me how people so desperately prefer to read stories…
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Maybe just chill out
Sometimes, you give too much importance to the irrelevant. Talking about “turn the negative into positive” is always valid and encouraging advice, but how about just letting people feel what they feel at the moment? We’re constantly trying to get in people’s heads and trying to “fix it.” I might be guilty of this, to be honest. However, when giving advice, I always try to respect the thin line between positive and toxic positivity. I give advice out of personal experiences only, never expecting everyone to take it or understand it. My words are for those who can relate — and hopefully those who, while they can’t relate, would find…
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Bluer skies on winter nights
You know all that curiosity baggage that comes with the questions people make about why you don’t like something? And sometimes you don’t even quite remember how it all came to be, but their questioning brings the whole history to consciousness and, ahh, you remember. I say I’ve never liked the cold. They look at me as if I am out of my mind. Why wouldn’t anyone? Why wouldn’t I? I say I’ve never liked the cold as if it were the whole truth, when thinking back, I didn’t mind it as much for about fifteen years. Miniskirts in November. Lace tops under a trench coat in December. Gloveless hands…
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Friends Now Gone Later
So much has been said about friendships, through personal anecdotes, quotes, proverbs, and entire books, that you think you know what a “real friend” should be and should act like. Some of those stories hold truth today, but I think it is something that you eventually learn on your own. Who is a friend? It’s funny how sometimes you befriend people in your childhood and, because you grew up with them, you think you owe one another loyalty and that your friendship is meant to be. But, sometimes, those people who watched you grow and were perhaps the first ones to learn all about your inclinations — your style, taste,…
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If I Were Lady Whistledown
I can’t lie — I’m a big fan of Lady Whistledown (and that pen name!). In season 2 of the Netflix series Bridgeton, she becomes a focal point, understandably. Once they revealed her identity and her discretion while gathering her stories is shown, it reminded me of myself. Not because I’m a gossiper (like at all!) but because I overhear a lot of conversations that I wish not to be part of — but which I sometimes go back to in my head to build dialogues. Never do I intend to eavesdrop on anyone, but for some reason I find myself in that situation quite a lot. (Anyone remember Eavesdropping…
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What It Takes to Be a Writer
This is kind of a follow-up to Don’t Hit the Brakes! – which I posted last year (last month, to be less dramatic). It’s just that I can’t get enough of the raw reality that is to be an author, or an artist who wants to sell. I’ll post the words again: You start writing the next one. And after you finish that one, you start on the next, and on and on. And that’s what it is to be a writer, honey. You just keep throwing them against the wall and hoping against hope that, eventually, something sticks. — Tick, Tick… BOOM (film about aspiring composer Jonathan Larson And…
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For the Years We Couldn’t Cope
In the short week ahead we’ll see what’s left of a year when we tried to make the best In the eye of adversity we showed resilience through vulnerability We came together, family and friends Divided by politics, but closer in the end. A journey through seas that have closed the gates to all herds in the midst of an outbreak seemingly hard to treat, globally absurd. Never discriminating against the odds good or bad, the xenophiles or xenophobes, pandemics know no boundaries, no border is hard to cross. But with a new year comes renewed hope for all the ones we couldn’t cope And if 2022 is another test…
