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Needy

Sometimes, I can be needy for no reason. Like there's something I really want from someone but I don't know what that something is or who that someone is. Weird how that happens.

To be needy. The phrase itself sounds weird as do most things that end with a Y. I think it's the Eee sound that comes after you say the word.

I just finished re-watching one of my favorite animes of all time. Nana created by Ai Yazawa. She also created Paradise Kiss, which is another anime I'm totally in love with. I think the biggest selling point for me is the poignancy--another weird word--of the emotions expressed by the characters. The baggage they walk around carrying resonate with people, because at the end of the day aren't we made up of the baggage we carry around?

I hate it when they end an anime before the manga is even finished. I get it. Budgetary constraints. Or that there's no audience. Many things can happen. I just wish they gave Nana a better ending. The manga is on hiatus so we don't know how that will end either. Although, Ren dies. *gasp*

I wish they would continue the anime. This is me being needy.  

Addiction

I have an addictive personality. That's why I stay away from booze (13 years sober), cigarettes, and drugs. I know that when I start something I have to pace myself or I will get addicted. This is why I don't ever try gambling. Especially slot machines.

A perfect example is when I first gave novel writing a try. Creating something brings with it its own set of highs. I become involved with the characters and story so much that I totally have to know what happens next and that means writing more chapters.

In high school, I stayed up for a week writing an entire novel. I only have a vague memory of this because everything went by in a blur. I didn't leave my room. My mother brought me food and left it outside my door. This particular memory, although a black blur, taught me a lesson in pacing myself because losing an entire week scared the shit out of me. This is why I limit myself to a chapter a day with at least two thousand words per chapter. Since I've gotten used to my style, I've shifted to two chapters a day, but only if there's a huge break in between. So that's one chapter in the morning and another in the afternoon.

Another example of a trigger for my addictive personality is anime marathons. There was a time I wouldn't sleep at all. I just kept watching episode after episode even knowing I had work the next day. Usually, when I start something I have to do everything in my power to finish it. This is also why I don't read scanlations of manga or any manga for that matter. Because manga leads to dōjinshis and that's a bottomless rabbit hole. I remember losing days on end just reading one manga after another. This is fine for most, but when you don't eat, bathe, leave the house, communicate with others, and completely shut down your life until you finish or die, that's not good.

I guess you can say knowing I have an addictive personality has taught me how to discipline myself. But there are days when something in me snaps and I start something and the next thing I know it's like three days later. What the hell? *scratches head*

#Memories


A little pain.

Purpose

A day after my post for entitled Change, I've had time to digest what's going on in my life. Once I've accepted that change happens and I either go with the flow or take charge. Being the proactive human being that I am, I decided to take charge.

When change comes and you feel lost, find a purpose. This will compel you to move forward. The last thing you want when change happens is get stuck. "Walk it off" really makes sense for this instance. If you dwell on the change, you get stuck. So, walk it off. Stay productive.

I have found a purpose. I decide to take charge of this change a step at a time. This of course not only propelled me into a new stage in my life, it forced me into several rabbit holes. Let me just say that house hunting sucks. *laughs* Sucks time, I mean. But now that I've found what I'm looking for, things have settled down.

Lesson Learned: During times of change, find a purpose and use it to move forward.

Change

Now that I think about it, I guess you can say I'm resistant to change when it comes to certain aspects of my personal life. I like the way things are, but the universe has other plans. Plans that I don't necessarily agree with. The typical response is "Why?"

Why does this have to happen now? Why do I have to change the life I've gotten so used to?

I'm confused. On the one hand change is good. The adventurer in me screams for joy, "Yey, something new!" But the hermit in me is grumbling, "Do I have to?"

In this case, I feel like circumstances are beyond my control. Do I stay or do I uproot myself and take a chance?

Fear of the unknown definitely has a lot to do with my sense of confusion and indecisiveness. Another part is frustration. Haven't I been working hard enough? Haven't I been trying? Yet lightning isn't striking. Where is the fruit of that labor? Many will say luck has to play a factor. I've never been good with luck. There's a difference between being lucky and being blessed. I feel blessed that I have come this far, but where's the luck?

Pause.

There is no point in dwelling on that question. I know this. I consider myself a rational person albeit impulsive and at times emotional. I can see what's wrong. I can explain to myself what's happening. But I'm stuck. I'm not quite sure which way is forward.  

Goodbye, Robin.

There are very few actors I associate my childhood with. One of them is Robin Williams. From Mrs. Doubtfire to Hook to Dead Poets Society, he's made me laugh until I couldn't breathe and he's made me cry until I was numb. He's one of those actors you follow anywhere. I've watched his movies, his TV shows, his stand up comedy, even his talk show appearances.

So when I woke up today to the news of his death of an apparent suicide, to say I'm devastated is an understatement.

Right now, I think I'm mostly in shock.

It's like losing a part of yourself. Sure, his movies will live on. And with the internet, no body is really gone forever. He doesn't know who I am. I'm just one of his multitude of fans. But his death affects me so much it's ridiculous.

As a fan, I always held on to this fantasy of meeting him. I wanted to see for myself if he was as funny in person as he was on screen. Now that won't happen anymore. I mean, it might not have happened anyway, but I still held on to that hope.

Today, I'm staying in bed watching all of my favorite movies of his. Here's my line up if you want to follow along:

Mrs. Doubtfire


Hook


Patch Adams


Good Morning, Vietnam


Dead Poets Society



You will be missed, Robin. You will be missed terribly.


Tip of the Day: Getting Over Writer’s Block

Not knowing what to write doesn’t come from a lack of ideas. As writers, I find that the biggest obstacle we all face is self-doubt. Those voices inside our heads that tell us we’re not good enough or that what we’re writing is full of crap can be crippling. When we allow the voice to take over is when writer’s block strikes.

I usually struggle with writer’s block when I haven’t written in a while. A good example is when I took a good two weeks off from writing. I know, right? Insane when you’re writing two thousand words a day for six months. When it came time to start writing again, I found my mind as blank as the page sitting in front of me.

Based on experience, I have a go to solution. A two-pronged approach, if you will.

When faced with writer’s block you should first take a walk, like literally. Preferably somewhere with nature. A park is good. Or even tree-lined streets. There’s something so freeing about being under the great expanse of the true, blue sky. Makes you think of the possibilities. Endless, endless possibilities. Let the endorphins of being outside help you push away your self-doubt. I usually go in the evenings so I can look up at the stars. Fifteen to thirty minutes would do. Count it as your exercise for the day.

Afterwards, I take a shower. Not only for the purposes of washing away all the sweat you’ve worked up walking. There’s something about having running water fall over your body that opens up the mind. The shower is a place where you are at your most vulnerable, but at the same time it’s a space where there’s nothing between you and your thoughts. Not the self-doubt, of course. Think about your story. What you would want to write. I find that I come up with my best ideas in the shower. If there’s a certain scene you enjoyed reading in one of my books, chances are I wrote it while in the shower.

There are many ways to deal with writer’s block. Some writers advice just pushing through like when you feel a cramp during a run, just keep going and it will go away. Others say run errands, take a break—get your mind off what you’re writing. These are all good methods that I have also used. So, with this post, consider yourself having not one but three ways of getting over the dreaded block.

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Relish Blurb


I left Lunar Manor broken, seeking comfort in the hands of Laurel “the Dragon” Hardy, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Gossip. Okay, I may have used him to ease the pain He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named caused by his confession of loving someone else. On New Year’s Eve! Granted, he was drunk off his ass, but still! I stay with Larry mainly because the dreams are getting worse. Worse enough to wake me in the middle of the night needing the touch of another to save me from losing my mind.

Unfortunately, the handsome bassist of the uber successful indie rock band, Vicious, is never far from my mind. I thought I was rid of him once and for all only to have him show up at my hotel in London. Luka Visraya’s power over me is intense. No matter how far I run, I always end up circling back to him.

If you think my story is just some romance about two lovers getting back together, think again. Little did I know that returning to Luka meant I’d be plunging myself into a world more familiar than I ever thought possible. Trust me when I say I didn’t believe it either when the truth finally came out.

Penny POV

Hey, everyone! Penny Collins here to give you the 411 about Til Death. It’s crazy. We’ve been in Kate’s head for years. Like, our story has been moving around there since forever. It’s actually fun in her head, but it’s so much better being out of it too.

You see, my BFF Selena can see the future. Oops. Wait, that’s supposed to be a secret. Well, I don’t think she’ll mind since her story is already out there for everyone to read. Not a secret anymore, Selena. Sorry, be-yatch. But we love you all the same.

Then this boy arrives in town. The ultra-hot Dillan Sloan of the Sloan Family fame. He’s National Geographic royalty. I pretty much fangirl over him at the beginning. It’s a shame he’s been giving my girl a hard time. It’s like the guy has a split personality or something. One second he’s all cold and giving her death stares then the next he’s saving her from…well, that I can’t tell you because it’ll spoil the story. Hey, I may be Newcastle’s TMZ, but I’m no blabber mouth. Selena’s secret is different. I didn’t blab once about that.

Who knew our little town in the middle of nowhere Wyoming is more interesting—and dangerous—than I’d ever thought? I mean, I should know about these things, right? Missing dogs. I didn’t pay attention to them at first until things got really weird. Like super weird. I’m starting to miss chunks of time. Stuff I don’t remember.

Hey, read the story and tell me what happens? I know I should be the one giving you the deets, but I suddenly can’t remember stuff. So weird.   

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