Category Archives: Writing

March

March has always been my least favorite month of the year.

There are no holidays.

It’s long.

A few years ago, in college, it was the Month of Midterms.

It’s also a month of transformation from Winter to Spring, and that change has always made me anxious and restless. (I still don’t know why.)

But most of all, it’s because Bad Things have always happened in March. Me and March have a HISTORY. March is the Month of Bad Things.

This March, my dog died.

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So far, that’s the only Bad Thing that has happened in the Month of Bad Things, but it has brought me more pain than any other March has before.

I already wrote a post about the experience of losing her, sooooo on to other things…

Things I Am Upset About

  • Losing Trudy.
  • Trump.
  • J.K. Rowling’s “History of Magic in North America,” which is so problematic, it makes my face hurt.

Things I Am Happy About

  • Joe.
  • A finished first draft of my novel (which I finished in February, but the high still hasn’t worn off).
  • The books I am reading right now: Sabriel and The Fifth Season. Amaaaaazing fantasies.

Upcoming

  • April: celebrations of my two best friends’ birthdays and Joe’s birthday.
  • May: potential trip to Austin, TX
  • June: visit from my sister
  • July: trip to Portland to visit my brother

A Half-Finished Book, and Other Proudities

I did it. I reached my first major milestone on my first ever novel: the halfway point. This is a huge accomplishment for me, and I feel very proud. I restarted this story several times, over a period of several months, before my frantic drafting truly began. And I mean HARD RESTARTS. Like, new outline, new characters, starting from scratch from page one. Again and again. Finally in September 2015, 4 months ago, I got an outline to stick. Then I got a first act to stick. I ended up writing 40,000 words in 4 months, hardly any of which were repurposed from past drafts. I have never in my life written so much in such a span of time!

The key, it turns out, was pure commitment, which turned into habit. With the help of my wonderful (read: stern) boyfriend, I committed to waking up an hour early every day so I could write before work. I am the opposite of a morning person. My typical work day used to begin with me waiting until the last possible second to get up (hitting snooze all the while), then rushing to get showered and dressed, doing makeup at stop lights in the car, and arriving at work 15-20 minutes late, sometimes forgetting my coffee. Well, I still arrive 15-20 minutes late, but the several hundred written words back home make it worth it! And not only do I write every morning before work, but also 2-3 evenings after work. Getting into this daily habit has been career-changing, if not life-changing (that remains to be seen). This was truly the turning point for this particular project, anyway. And I have the word count now to prove it!

(Side note: if you don’t track your daily and weekly word counts in excel, I don’t know how you live. Sometimes that number at the end of the day is the ONLY thing I am proud of.)

I’ve done other things this year that I am also pretty pleased with. Here are a few, for posterity’s sake:

-I placed in the 2nd round at the Austin Film Festival with my one-hour original pilot script, AGE OF AMERICA (available to read on my website). I went to the festival and met some really great people, and got to watch amazing panels. I even got to pitch my pilot to a woman who wrote on one of my favorite TV shows, “Battlestar Galactica” (her name is Anne Cofell Saunders, if you’re curious). Nothing concrete has come of my trip to ATX, but even if all of it only ends up amounting to an extra shot of validation, it’s worth it. (I often do not feel like a “real” writer, despite having a fucking degree in it, winning a fucking award for it right out of school, and the fact that I write EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. So some extra validation is always welcome…)

-I read 26 amazing books in 2015, the most I have read in one year…maybe…ever. And all but 3 were written by women. GIRL POWER. YEAH, BITCH.

-I moved in with my boyfriend. It has been absolutely lovely, and not difficult at all (which I was afraid of because I fear any sort of change). We have a 2 bedroom apartment. Joe brought his 2 cats, which I get to pet and play with and cuddle, but do not have to feed or clean up after. It’s perfect! On weekends we drink coffee slowly and watch cartoons, then we read, cook, don’t shower until evening, and fall asleep watching movies. We don’t ever get dressed. #truelove

-I learned how to cook pasta and rice. Don’t laugh!

-I started yoga, kept it up for a good few months, then fell off the habit. But I was doing it! Even setting foot in a fitness class is really big for me (see: fear of change above).

-I saw Star Wars twice on opening day. This was an accident, but I feel like I need to mention it.

2016 is just around the corner, and I am very excited to see what is to come.

xxxooo

Her

You don’t know.

You don’t know,

Little girl,

What it is

To be a woman.

Take down your hair

and take up your head

and strengthen your eyes

and soften your stare.

Look at me

I once was you.

Once upon a time

I was alone like you.

I am you. Little girl,

I know what it is

To be.

Sometimes you feel like

Nothing will ever be like this

And it won’t.

It will be better

And it will be worse

And your heart will almost burst

With love and with pain.

I hope more love than pain.

I know more love than pain.

Because I am you,

Little girl.

I Write.

I write. Someday it would be nice to get paid for it. But I work a day job and write at night. It works for now.

Here are some things about me. I write television, novels, and poetry (sometimes). I have a few projects in progress. I’m 25 and I live in Los Angeles. My block has a lot of barking dogs. I rent a one bedroom apartment. I share it with a half-dead plant that Joe waters for me every time he comes over. Actually I don’t share the apartment with the plant. It lives outside. The plant situation is why Joe thinks I shouldn’t get a cat.