30 Day Challenge

I miss writing, but I feel super lame writing about my day. That's so ten years ago.

I'll do this thing instead. I hope I don't forget about it. I probably also won't be writing daily, but I figure it's something.

LEH-GO!

Day 01: Something you're looking forward to this year.
Day 02: Something you regret not having done this year.

Day 03: Something with which you struggle.

Day 04: Something that is part of your routine that you enjoy.

Day 05: Something in life that gives you balance.

Day 06: Something that excites you and fills you with joy.

Day 07: Nicknames you have, why you have them.

Day 08: Something recent that you're proud of.

Day 09: Favorite super hero and why.

Day 10: Something at which you've been a champion or the best.

Day 11: Something about which people seem to compliment you.

Day 12: Something you hope to change about yourself and why.

Day 13: Discuss some of the things on your bucket list.

Day 14: Someone who has made your life worth living.

Day 15: A band/musical artist whose music impacted your life.

Day 16: A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.

Day 17: Someone with whom you shared a friendship/relationship that simply drifted out of your life.

Day 18: Someone you met randomly that's made an impact on your life.

Day 19: Something that shook your belief system to its core (a big disappointment in your life). Day 20: Discuss your favorite movie and why it's so special to you.

Day 21: Write about your best friend (not significant other) and what makes them special.

Day 22: Describe a dark/turbulent moment in your life.

Day 23: Describe a truly spiritual moment in your life.

Day 24: Discuss a spontaneous moment in your life that that turned out to be fantastic.

Day 25: Discuss something you planned that ended up not being what you expected.

Day 26: How do you handle/deal with both success and failure?

Day 27: What is your vocation (why are you here on earth)?

Day 28: What is your biggest dream in life (what one great thing do you want to accomplish)?

Day 29: What WAS your biggest dream in life (you wanted to do as a kid but no longer can)?

Day 30: Someone in your family that means so much to you.

Day 31: Epilogue: Write a letter to yourself.

While I had taken a creative writing class, I was surprised by the amount of sci fi writers. I never cared much about zombies and vampires. Ghosts may be acceptable, but only maybe. And even then, they tended to be a bit too cheesy for me.

But then I thought, wouldn't it then be a challenge as a writer to think of a sci fi story that hasn't been done before? Where the story doesn't revolve around the apocalypse or a vampire falling in love with a human?

So I thought and I thought, and honestly, I'm still thinking. But I may be on to something. A zombie dressed in a mascot outfit! Ehh-ehhhh...? If I want it to be a "locally-based" story, I could even put my character in some kind of Menehune mascot costume. Not sure what direction I'd take, but I'm into interesting characters. POV of the zombie in a suit would be taken, of course.

We'll see where this takes me.

OH HAI

Perhaps it's nearing my time of the month. Perhaps I simply really miss writing. In either case, a professor I recently caught up with told me I should keep writing, whether it be for money or myself. "It's a bitch, but you gotta do it. It'll make you go crazy. It'll make you go insane. But you'll end up being one hell of a writer before you know it."

And he's right. Well, maybe not the "one hell of a writer" bit, but writing's always been an outlet and I'm so jealous of people who seem so able to spill their guts out on the table. Better yet, I'm jealous when someone can spill their guts in a few words and have all kinds of humorous and sad and enlightening and real, relatable emotions.

Good writing's good.

But good writing also requires practice.

Here

goes

nothin'.

It's been over a year since I posted on this thing, and it's sad to say that so little has changed. I need to get on that!

Old, new, borrowed, blue

It's funny how I expected this meeting to be one thing, and how it turned out to be the exact opposite. Though I consider myself a realist, I honestly thought something would come out of this nine year journey. But, nothing. Barely even able to hold a conversation anymore.

It's alright, though. I guess this was a good learning experience and, though I feel a little sad saying it, that's just what you've turned into.

Eh'. It's been fun--great, actually--but time brings distance. "You're all growing up and changing so fast," is what my mom used to say.

I'm finally starting to agree with her.

15 abortions later...

I'm pro-choice towards abortion. Always have, always will be.

But apparently so is Irene Vilar, who went through 15 abortions in 17 years due to what she considers "an addiction," rebellion against her husband, and need in order to keep her marriage together since her husband doesn't want kids. Now of course I don't condone that type of rationale--most pro-choicers believe the termination of a pregnancy should be the choice of a woman, or couple, to decide the best decision from an onslaught of reasons. But "addiction" or "revenge"?

I haven't heard those before.


Then I remembered the Duggars--the family with 19 children. They always seem so happy. And no one has a problem with them since they somehow manage to survive without any help from the government. They've got their own little tribe, built their own abode, the kids are home-schooled (brain-washed?), and make their own piñatas on their birthday.

Most assume they're catholic which is a religion that bans birth control. But the Duggar's site says Michele, the mother, was on it for a while. However, she somehow got pregnant and miscarried, then blamed the birth control. Their conclusive fear is what led to their choice of "letting God choose" how many children they have.

So on that note, who seems crazier: The abortion-lover or the kid-addict?

Two O

I'm glad I'm still twenty.

I mean, there are those areas which if given the chance I'd redo, but generally

I'd write more, read more, listen more, learn more.

I'd observe the smaller details while sipping on some water,
not coffee.
I'd be less of a fiend.

I never would have associated with those people.
I never would have lost those people.

I'd run more and expand my palette more and fight for what I want more.

I'd also get a license, or at least learn to ride a damn bicycle!


But I'm glad I'm twenty. There's still hope for me.