I’ve been feeling so heavy over the past couple days, like there are stones in my stomach and I’m not strong enough to swim to the surface. That’s how depression is sometimes. Most days I’m treading water, some days I’m even swimming freestyle, but some days I get dragged under. They say the most important thingContinue reading “Heavy”
My journey from fanfic derider to fanfic writer.
We’re starting this year with a clean slate — everything we took for granted, everything we expected to be in place at the start of 2018, has changed. It feels a bit like my life has been split into two sections: before the fire and after. There’s a sense of disconnect between the two, as if the past few weeks have been a year all their own. But as I look back over 2017 it’s undeniable that it wasn’t a bad year, in fact, it was a great one, with abundant laughter and joy and adventure. 2018 will be, too. Not because anything is promised or guaranteed, but because we will make it that way, the same way we did 2017.
All I can do is look ahead.
As I’m sure you’re aware if you’ve been online at all, Southern California is in crisis. A little over a week ago a fire started in the hills of Santa Paula that has since burned 236,000 acres, including landmarks, structures, homes — including my home, and my parents’ home. We’ve been displaced since last Monday.
Yesterday Camarillo Library hosted their 2nd annual Local Authors Fair, and I was lucky enough to be in attendance! It was such a fun day. I got to interact with fellow writers, sell and sign a few books, and meet some wonderful potential new readers.
I love road trips. Flying is nice and saves time, but to me, nothing beats hitting the road. When I was young, my parents took us on a yearly road trip to Washington to visit my cousins. It was a 24-hour drive that we usually split into three 8-hour days. I’ve seen most of the western United States by car — as far east as Wyoming. I consider myself a road trip veteran.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that making friends as an adult is hard. It’s awkward and uncomfortable to get close to someone new at this point in your life, especially if you’re like me and have had the same best friend for sixteen years. Prior to about two years ago, I was totally Sam WeirContinue reading “Invisible Friends”
Finish writing the sequel to ATFS Outline and begin writing a new novel Keep up with my journal Put more money in savings Read 50 books Blog at least once a week Send more snail mail Devote time daily to reading the Bible Learn about screenwriting Spend more time outside Maintain my garden UseContinue reading “26 Goals for my 26th Year”
Here’s the thing about being best friends with your cousins: you never have to grow up.