Tuesday, October 29, 2013

5 Minute Blogs: Mama I want to write...

I received my first journal when I was 6 or 7 years old. It was a plastic book with a lock and in it, I'd write the
most ridiculous entries on who did what in school. I thought I was Harriet the Spy without the mystery. It was fun and while the entries never really spoke to who I was (apparently a gossip columnist at that age), it was an outlet. Years later, I had graduated into writing in 5 subject notebooks. The entries were filled with my day to day life and sometimes the countdown on the radio (I'd write little notes in between the songs). Then I had another notebook filled with random list, or random articles I'd write on just anything. I never really thought much of it, it was just something I did out of habit. When I was in 3rd grade I entered a writing contest for Reader's Digest children's edition. I won third place. I still have that ribbon to this day. Then one day my friends and I began an epic urban (re: hood) book where we'd each take turns writing a few pages. It was fun making up stories and for some reason, people loved my entries the most. I'd get asked questions all the time about who and why something happened. It made me feel good. I was around 14. However, in my mind I was still going to be a doctor. I don't know how this dream truly came about, but it was what it was. Writing was a hobby.

Fast forward years later, I was still writing random short stories for my friends. Sometimes I'd write a poem here and there (my ex found one and immediately apologized for the pain he caused me. He stated "I never knew you felt that way".) Again, I didn't take it serious. 

Sometime in the past 3 years or so I became jealous. I'd read other people's writings and swear that I could do the same thing. I had interesting stories to tell, I had a "way with words" that related to the people in it's own right, and dammit, I was just good at it. I could get a story published! It began to *gnaw at me. For some reason I felt being an author was my calling (maybe it is...). I couldn't shake my thoughts of writing, I couldn't shake my "hobby", and even though the words can't flow that well verbally, I know that my written words can move people. People told me they have been moved. I thought it was going to be easy. I was wrong.

Countless times I have tried (and failed) at writing a novel. I never realized the dedication it took to actually finish a book. I didn't know that you couldn't just start writing and hope to end up somewhere. I assumed a story (in novel form) would eventually come together. That never happened to me because I didn't have a plan. I would have ideas: "College Girl gets caught up in the drug life", "Black Sci Fi about the end of the world", "Cheaters!". But ideas mean nothing if you don't have a plan to get there. I realize this. I accept it. I understand now.

Now I have a plan. I recently came up with an idea for a story, just in time for NaNoWriMo. This time I knew how I wanted it to end. I quickly began an outline. Looking at the outline I realized, I can do this. I wrote the end first, because somehow for me it's much easier to get there when I know where I'm going. I registered and said I will finally finish a novel. (This is item #20 on my bucket list).  Today on the train I wrote 2000 words without hesitation. It just flowed (into an awesome sex scene...of course! Shout out to iCloud for making it so easy). I have all this time on the train and I'm not using it for my full potential. I have to DO BETTER. 

Even if it never gets published I just want to know that I can do this...that if I sit down and focus and work hard, I can write. If no one ever reads my words it's okay. But I have to get this out of me somehow. Maybe when I finish one work I will no longer feel this nagging need to get my words out. Maybe this will bring closure...or maybe it will be the start of something new. I just know it needs to be done. 

Mama...I just want to write right now.  (can you believe I'm tearing up at this thought...)

P.S. If you are doing NaNoWriMo, let me know! We can encourage or motivate each other...
P.P.S. I promise I'm not a punk but when it's something I want, I can't help but get emotional 
P.P.P.S. One time in 9th grade, I wrote a sex scene that got intercepted by a substitute teacher who said she was going to tell the principal  I don't know if she did or didn't, but I never got in trouble NOR did I get the story back. I often wonder what I wrote being that I was still a virgin back then. 

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Bucket List: #2 Get A Stamp On My Passport

Two years ago or so I made this blog about me getting my first passport: Upgrade Me! And I was so excited. I basically just decided to get a passport. I had no real reason to get one other than if the opportunity arose to go out of the country I wanted to be as ready as I could be. Besides, I feel like all adults should have a passport. But I won't judge you if you don't. 

Anyway a year later Saveur magazine chose me to go to Chile for a week. Again I was beyond excited and invited my PNC Pam to go. Months later she still hadn't gotten her passport because she didn't believe me. In her place I took Bubbles, who was tied as my first choice. I didn't care which one came with me, I just knew one of them would love this opportunity. This was the second item on my bucket list (remember when I said I was gonna make one then use my blog to document these things I am doing? YUP, I didn't forget). Back to the story, Saveur was paying for my airfare and the hotels. That's it though and I didn't realize that until a week before I went on the trip. Like I knew I had to pay for meals but I didn't realize how much traveling I'd do once I go to Chile and I am gonna tell you right now...Chile is NOT cheap. It's a two for one exchange rate, basically $2 in Chilean money is $1 USD. Just to put it in perspective, a $1.50 soda here in America cost me $4 USD in Chile. 

First off my last blog was about being on a plane for all my life...and let me tell you, it wasn't that bad. We flew there and back overnight so most of the time I slept on the plane (or tried to). The worst flight I had was coming back from San Pedro to Santiago (yes we flew in Chile also to San Pedro for a few days). It was so rocky and shaky. And somehow we ended up having seats in the back of the plane each flight we took (a total of 6 airplane rides in 8 days). Anyway I'll just do a quick overview of our time there:

  • Day 1 (Santiago): We arrived in the am. Stayed at Hotel Noi. Stumbled upon a food festival called Echinuco. Had some good food and then slept because we were super tired.
  • Day 2 (Santiago to Casablanca): Had to travel to the vineyard at Matetic vineyards. We took a bus which was interesting and super cheap. Shout out to the Wiki Travel site. No internet or cable working when we got there, and it's in the middle of nowhere so basically we were stuck doing nothing. However, our dinner  (which was included) was amazing. Free bottle of wine too.
  • Day 3 (Casablanca to Valpariso): Go up early. Had breakfast (they do NOT cook eggs all the way in Chile. I don't even mean they are soft but there is no reason scrambled eggs should still be runny).  Tour  and wine tasting then back to Valpariso.  We stayed at Hotel Casa Higueras. This is where I discovered the greatness of Pisco (a delicious brandy which became all I drank while there). More rest.
  • Day 4 (Valpariso): Sight seeing. We attempted to go to La Sebastiana (home of one of Bubble's fav poets) and all of the museums in the city were closed due to water problems on the hill. We did some shopping. Ate some food. Drank more pisco.
  • Day 5 (Back to Santiago to go to the airport): We flew into Calama. No disrespect but it smelled funny here. Plus the air was super thin. It took an hour and a half to get from the airport to San Pedro. We rested and ate dinner at the place we stayed (Hotel Kunza which was amazing).
  • Day 6 (San Pedro): We went on a tour at Valle De La Luna. AMAZING. Tiring because we had to walk up and up and the air got thinner and thinner. I was struggling. Granted I'm not in the best shape but simple things like walking two blocks made us tired. We also went to the city and purchased some items. Had some food. Went to a church and prayed. 
  • Day 7 (San Pedro,fly back to Santiago): I had a spa day. A dead sea body scrub. I had to get butt ass naked in front of a lady who looked like my crazy ass roommate. But it was nice. We went back to Santiago and by this time we were ready to go back to America. 
  • Day 8 (Home): We stayed in Santiago overnight then woke up early to eat, shop (Cuban cigars...oh my. 3 bottles of pisco to take home: YES PLEASE). And then we went to the airport and came home.
That's basically it in a nut shell. I had an amazing time. It was beautiful. I did get homesick because 8 days is a lot but I'm glad I went. I wasn't a big fan of the food there, so I resorted to drinking a lot and eating random things: soup, fries, just basics. The food there was expensive even in cheap places. Like a basic burger and fries ended up being $14 US and you don't realize it because it's $7000 pesos and its like oh that's not a lot. YES IT IS. It was nice coming home. I came and slept! LOL. I was so done that I took a cab  home from the airport. I swear I spent no less than $400 on transportation so let this be a lesson to everyone: When planning travel, always check out transportation options and costs. This was my first time out of the country and so while I did my due diligence, you can't always account for reality. 

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Also...I'm working on some other things on my list. One I'm hoping to finish in November. I'm so focused. P.s I'm sorry I didn't add a lot of pics but if you follow me you have already seen a lot. I just don't want to make this blog way longer than necessary. LOL. But trust there will be many more added on my instagram later!