This past Thursday, the 25th of July, 2019, my beloved bun, Apollo, passed away. He was in my life for only a few years, but he was the most important, wonderful, perfect pet I've ever had. Years ago, I was suffering from a very intense bout of depression. I decided I needed someone to take care of, and a bun seemed like just the ticket. When I found Apollo, I instantly knew that he was the companion for me. From his wide brown eyes to his short little ears, he was absolutely flawless. His presence relaxed me, and the way he hopped and raced around my feet put a smile on my face even when I didn't think I was capable of smiling. He helped pull me from my depressive hole and brought me back to stability. Having someone to take care of made me take better care of myself. Over time, he helped me to be happy again. His tiny, round, adorable face and his excitement for the small, intimate things in life gave me an appreciation for my own life that I hadn't previously had. His passing has been the hardest loss I've ever experienced. Even now, I sometimes forget that he's gone, and I expect to see his excited eyes and tiny paws up on the side of the cage when I enter my bedroom. Each time I realize he is no longer there, my heart breaks again. It hasn't gotten easier yet, but I hope that my pain will lessen over time. The last few days have been some of the darkest in a long while. Fortunately, when things are at their worst, I have a place I can go to hide from the things I wish had never happened. Writing gives me the chance to escape from things that I can't deal with in the moment and allows me to live in a world that makes sense. It's summer, which means I have a lot of free time. Free time also means time to think. If I'm not working on a project, all I can think about is the loss of my bun. Through books and writing stories, I can keep my mind off that subject for at least a few hours a day. As a result, I've been coming up with some new ideas for writing projects I can post here on my blog. I'm going to start writing a series of creative nonfiction essays called Snapshots. These short works will be snippets of my life, which I've been able to reflect on and gather meaning from. Additionally, I'm going to start a series called Dreamscapes. These fictional works will be created from dreams that I remember from the distant and recent past. I'll attempt to make a story from my dream, or at least what I remember, and in the process, I may be able to make some meaning out of my dreams as well. Loss is painful, and it takes time to overcome the squall of feelings which accompany it. However, the only way to feel normal is to do things you'd typically do. It can help you to work your way toward acceptance of the things you cannot change. My approach is through writing and reading books, but any art, passion or hobby would likely help. I've been doing my best to remember that my bun, who has brought me so much happiness, wouldn't want me to live my life in depression. He would want me to be happy, the way we were while he was here in this physical world by my side. Now that he's on my shoulder - a round and fluffy little angel - I know he's hoping that all his work, and all the joy he taught me to have, won't be undone. I'll keep distracted for him. Hopefully, someday, I'll be able to be happy on my own again.
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On my first day of creative writing at Camosun College, I stepped into the classroom and immediately knew that I belonged there. I’d been writing for years, but until that moment I hadn’t felt like I could really be a writer. Until I put myself in a classroom full of people like me and stared out of the eyes of a writing student, I hadn’t any tangible evidence that I was pursuing my goal of being an author with any conviction. At that moment, as I stood on the threshold of who I was and who I wanted to be, I proved to myself that I was walking the path of a writer. "There I was, about to become a real writer..." That day I chose a seat at the front of the class. As I sat right before the instructor’s desk – like the keener I am – I found myself mesmerized by the chalk dust swirls on the blackboard. These remnants of the last class were like whirlpools of untold truths. It struck me that soon, there would be information on that board that would change my life forever. There I was, about to become a real writer, and each mark on the chalkboard and each page in my notebook would bring me one step closer to becoming the writer I wanted to be. Before the end of the first semester, we were privileged enough to be visited by a successful local author. We made our way to the auditorium and sat down in disorganized rows to await this woman who represented everything most of us wanted to be. She was set to come in and grace us with the sacred knowledge of the professional. I felt convinced she would sit on that stage and bestow me with the kind of wisdom only a published author could provide. It was evident that she possessed the map that would lead me to the Writer's Treasure. Truthfully, she mainly discussed her book and talked about her writing process. It wasn’t until the end, when there seemed to be barely enough time to dig in, that we were able to plunder her secrets. As soon as they opened the floor to questions, I put up my hand. I’d been ruminating on my inquiry since the beginning of the talk. I was positive I had come up with the perfect question, and I was going to get the chance to ask it. "I suspected she was internally listing off all the ways that the program had changed her life." “Yes?” my instructor said, pointing at me. My heart throbbed in my ears. Suddenly I realized I would now have to speak to this holder of secrets, and I almost felt star-struck. I was afraid my voice would shake, but when I opened my mouth, I spoke with a confidence that I hadn’t previously thought I possessed. “I know you graduated from the University of Victoria's writing program,” I began. That was the program I was planning to attend the following year. She nodded, confirming my statement, so I continued. “Do you think that program made you a better writer?” She considered my question for what seemed like a long time. I suspected she was internally listing off all the ways that the program had changed her life. She was supposed to tell me that she didn’t know where she’d be without her time at university. Instead, she appeared ambivalent as her head bobbed from side to side and her eyebrows raised. It looked as if she was trying to find a way to be honest about her experience without discouraging anyone who might want to complete UVic’s writing program. “Not really,” she admitted. That wasn’t what I thought wanted to hear. “I don’t think it necessarily made me a better writer.” She paused. “But it did make me write. It forced me to produce work consistently, and it provided me with a community of writers to learn from. Do I think I’m a better writer for it? I don't know. But it definitely made me write.” At the time, I smiled and nodded and accepted her answer graciously, but inside I felt conflicted. I’d started my year with confidence that college courses were the next step in becoming a "real" writer. I felt so lost before college as if I was afloat on a sea of dreams and I couldn't dive in. I believed I needed a teacher - someone to guide me down beneath the waves and push me to dive deeper. I needed someone to encourage me to keep diving until I found the treasure in the depths. Now, a living, breathing, published author, one who had dove down to those depths and come back to tell the tale, was telling me I might not need anyone to teach me how to swim. I was both excited and confused by the experience. "I began to think of examples of writers I admired...I compared myself to them." That winter, as snow began to flood the sidewalk, and my school-free nights grew longer and more ripe for deep thought, I started to wonder if I was on the right path. Was I wasting my time in school? Maybe all I needed to do was keep writing on my own. Perhaps I’d be able to teach myself everything I needed to know. School might not make me a better writer – it wasn't a sure bet anymore – and I needed a backup plan. If I was motivated enough, and if I could make myself write, I didn't need school, right? What was I spending all this time and money for, if I was all I needed to be successful was myself? One night, I was sitting at my desk, staring at a blank document, willing it to be filled. I had been doing this for at least 45 minutes. During that time, all I had actually done was imagine what it would be like when my story was complete. I was in a fantasy loop. My thoughts spiralled round and round and soon turned belittling. "You're not a writer; you're an aspiring writer. You're not a writer; you're an aspiring writer." These thoughts had me convinced I needed to be someone else. I needed to be someone with more experience and knowledge. Then I could create the things I expected of myself. I began to think of writers I admired. Women who had paid their dues writing hundreds of bad short stories and lousy novel drafts. Writers who had taken 125 rejection letters on the chin. Writers who had been down to the depths of their ocean of dreams and came back changed. I compared myself to them. Why couldn’t I be like that? When would it be my turn? I sat there, stewing on these thoughts for a long time. I turned on some music, sat back in my chair, and had an honest to God self-pity fest. There were tears. "No amount of writing theory can make someone better at actually producing a story." It wasn’t until the end of winter break that I was able to find some answers. It took time, but eventually, I think I grew bored of beating myself up. It wasn't making me feel better, and it certainly wasn't writing any stories for me. I'd spent the better part of 6 weeks deprecating myself for not being Margaret-freaking-Atwood, and it didn't make sense to me anymore. It was self-defeating, and I wasn't going to indulge in it any longer. I picked myself up and re-framed my experience. The writer who came to speak to my class was correct when she said that writing school didn’t necessarily make people better writers. No amount of writing theory can make someone better at actually producing a story. The only thing that can make a writer better is to write. Being in a position where, even at their least motivated, a writer is forced to produce work is the best place a new writer can be. It isn’t always easy, and it certainly isn’t always fun, but if you’re passionate, and you want to be a professional, creating work even when you don’t want to is the only way to gain skill. Soon, I began to tell myself, "I’m allowed to write a bad story, a bad draft, then put that aside and write the next thing." I have to push myself to create even when inspiration hasn’t struck yet. I have to keep going even when it feels like I haven’t got anything to say. The more work I produce, the better I’ll get. The more things I complete, the more my confidence will rise like the tide. "...treat writing, not just like a passion project, or a pipe dream, but a career." As I move into my second year of creative writing at UVic, I feel much more optimistic. On the days when I feel least motivated, my university courses push me to create. More than that, my experience there allows me to see writing in a different way. Writing is not merely something that a writer does when they’re feeling passionately engrossed in their inspiration. It’s something we do daily. We live and breathe our stories. My university has taught me to look through my writer’s eyes, and I’ve learned to see the world as a story-ocean filled with opportunities to fish.
That writer in my first year of college didn’t give me the mystical, golden key to my Writer’s Treasure chest. She didn’t take my hand and lead me to it. Instead, she reminded me that the treasure I admire in others is also inside of me. She got me thinking that each story I produce is another chance for me to take a deep breath and dive into my ocean of stories. Every time I write something, I’m proving to myself that the magic I want to find is not something I need to learn, it’s something I’m discovering with each word I write. So, maybe I don’t need a university degree to be the writer I want to be. But my university is here to help me explore myself and my work. It's here to motivate me to treat writing, not just like a passion project, or a pipe dream, but a career. Something I do whether I feel that magic bubbling up to the surface, or I need to dive in and search for it. A degree isn’t going to make me a better writer, but my classes do make me write. And I have to wonder if that might be the same thing. A few years back, when I was in beauty school studying to be a hairdresser, I started to get burned out. After a few weeks of being on my feet for 10 hours a day, I found myself with sore arms, feet, legs - even a sore butt - and I started to question my life choices. Was this really worth it? Was I cut out for the hairstyling life? I couldn't even get through a couple of weeks without my body falling apart. Maybe I couldn't do this. "...the most essential thing that beauty school taught me was not how to cut or colour hair, it was how to complete something even when I don't want to." As it turns out, I'm actually not cut out for salon life. I don't have the passion for styling that it takes to work that hard on other people's hair. Hairdressers are some of the hardest working people in the world, and though I respect them, writing is more my speed. In the end, I did complete my hairdressing program. I even still take a few clients to this day. However, the most essential thing that beauty school taught me was not how to cut or colour hair, it was how to complete something even when I don't want to. Completing my certification, even though I knew it wasn't what I wanted long term, gave me a confidence boost that I carry with me to this day. It taught me that I have the strength and willpower to follow through, even when it feels too hard. I've learned I can trust myself, and I've learned that other people can depend on me, which gives me a strong belief in my own character. The more things I do that I don't want to do, or think I can't do, the more my self-esteem grows. Sometimes I wonder if I owe the completion of my certification to some sort of motivation. Some lightning in a bottle that I may never capture again. That kind of thinking starts to sneak up on me when I'm feeling my worst. Truthfully, I think that it is simply not the right way to look at things. Instead, I believe I owe my success to how I imagined myself, and my abilities, throughout my program. I would often visualize myself completing my education and working in a salon. The more I imagined myself as someone who could finish school, the easier it became to work toward that goal without fear. "...fear does not mean defeat." Through visualizing my own success, I rid myself of the anxiety that I couldn't handle what I was experiencing. In the process, I realized motivation wasn't what I needed. What I needed was the belief that I could handle anything life gave me. Sometimes I find myself convinced that I cannot succeed in a particular environment. At one time, that environment was a university. For many years, I wasn't sure if I could excel the way I wanted to in that kind of competitive atmosphere. In fact, I had people around me, counsellors and advisors in high school and college, who would warn me about how difficult university was. It almost felt like they too didn't think I would survive. As a straight-A university student, I can tell you that fear does not mean defeat. Before I entered my university, I spent a lot of time imagining that I was successful there. When I arrived, I used the behaviours and habits I had envisioned for myself to work my way through my first year. Motivation came and went during that time, but the thing that kept me going was the belief that I could handle it. Motivation - the desire to get things done - won't always be around. Some days I feel I can conquer the world. Other days all I want to do is sleep. One thing I always carry around is the belief that, no matter what happens, I'll be okay. No matter what situation I find myself in, I'll know what to do. This mindset allows me to get through even the most difficult days. Days when I don't feel motivated to do anything at all. Even just the ability to remind myself that I've earned a break, and can do whatever needs to be done at a later time, comforts and propels me. "...the harder something is, the more rewarding it often turns out to be." To be honest, I have to wonder if real motivation exists. Maybe that's just what we call it when we have the energy to do everything we want to do in a day. Is it possible that motivation isn't the golden key to success? Maybe instead, the key to success is to remember that you're as capable as you believe yourself to be.
Even when something is hard, that doesn't mean you can't do it. Actually, I find that the harder something is, the more rewarding it often turns out to be. Discomfort is where growth happens. If something is too easy, is it even worth your time? With my first year in University complete, and my summer break in full swing, writing and creating are at the forefront of my mind. I love having this time to catch up on my personal projects. It gives me all the time I need to mull over new ideas and reinvent old ones.
The last few months have been wonderful, creatively speaking. The website www.canadiancarma.ca has been publishing my poetry weekly for a number of weeks, and I'm so excited to have my work out there in the public eye. Earning a bit of money at the same time didn't hurt either. Now that my time with them has passed, I'm working on some short stories that I plan to submit to other publications. It's a wonderful time to live my creative life to the fullest. There is no time like the present to chase and achieve your dreams. Tru After a long hiatus - a school year long hiatus to be exact - I am back to blogging. This last year has been incredible and has left me with such positive feelings about facing the future. I finished my first year of Camosun College on the Dean's Honor Roll, and I've been accepted to my University of choice where I'll study as a visiting student until I'm finished the courses I want to complete at Camosun.
In other news, I've been accepted as a volunteer writer for the Nexus newspaper, which is produced on the Camosun campus, where I'll be writing reviews on books and video games as well as taking on some other, more in depth pieces for the paper as well. On the topic of becoming a published author, I've also been published in Camosun's literary journal, Beside the Point, and it feels so amazing to finally see my name in print. I know this coming year is going to be just as good if not better than the last and I am so excited to begin contributing to my own blog once again with stories and articles and reviews - it feels good to be home. -T Summer is here now and I'm gearing up for vacation, but that doesn't mean I've been slacking on writing. Many different stories are in the works, and I even have some that are completed and ready to be published. Today I'm going to be posting a short story, the first short story to ever grace the pages of this blog, and I'm so excited for people to finally be able to read it. If you do check it out, make sure to leave a comment and let me know what you liked or didn't like about it. Feedback is the only way us writers can get better, besides good old fashioned trial and error, practice, and passion.
Hope your summer is going awesome, can't wait to see you here again. Tru//xo It's the end of May, and time is passing faster every week.
This is the month that I apply to my new school program and take the next step in my education. I couldn't be more excited or more terrified. (Terrified in a good way.) It's going to be a long and winding road to my degree, but it's not a real sacrifice if you're enjoying what you're doing. Recently I have been writing poetry again, so I've posted a poem here on the blog for anyone to read. There is more to come, but working on my short story and my novel have definitely been my priorities. I'm considering writing another short story just for the blog, but I can't post the one I'm currently working on, since I plan to sell it for publication in a journal. There are also some ideas tumbling around in my head for a fictional blog series set in a fantasy world, starring a recently created character that I have fallen in love with. So, once I've finished the story I'm working on, I'm going to get out a few good pieces before school starts and I'm buried under a pile of work. Tru//xo It's me again, I'm back and thinking about uploading.
It's been a while since I thought about my blog, my mind has been full of other ideas, and tasks, and goals - it's been hard to prioritize some projects. This space is always in my mind and in passing thoughts. When I think about writing short fiction, I think about my blog; when I think about doing a review, I think about my blog; when I think about making YouTube videos, I think about my blog. But each time I think about it, something inside me is urged to put the blog aside for something else. I don't want that to be the case. So I am signing on and posting, with a goal of reaching a more consistent level of content creation - at least until college starts in the fall. My current idea is to post once a week. What will I post, that's the question in my mind. I'm interested in sharing short fiction. Creating a semi-published space for my work so that others can enjoy it and I can accumulate something of a portfolio. I also want to do more in depth book reviews. Start picking up books with the specific intent to review them, doing a detailed analysis, and sharing it via this blog. These ideas are directly tied to my career goals and my learning goals, so I believe it will be much less difficult to accomplish those kinds of blogs, as opposed to video game or personal and lifestyle blogging. This is where I sign off and write something for the blog. Tru xx Even characters with good intentions can become the antagonist in a story. To understand why, let's define antagonist.
antagonist [an-tag-uh-nist\ noun 1. a person who is opposed to, struggles against, or competes with another; opponent; adversary. 2. the adversary of the hero or protagonist of a drama or other literary work: Iago is the antagonist of Othello. We can see from the above that an antagonist is someone who struggles against another, someone who opposes them. This we likely already knew. There is a second layer to the meaning of the word antagonist, and that is as it applies to writing. An antagonist, if the term is looked upon as a writing tool, is the person who makes things happen to the protagonist. Someone who puts in motion a chain of events that changes the situation or personality of the protagonist and instigates a story. Well meaning characters are capable of performing the function of antagonist just as well, or some times even more effectively, than a character whose intentions are harmful. For example, in an episode of Friends - the episode entitled The One With The Free Porn - Monica attempts to live vicariously through Ross by encouraging him to live out her fantasy of falling in love with someone from a foreign land and confessing that love at the airport before they depart for their home country. Her constant reassurance that everything will go as she fantasizes causes Ross to go to great lengths to live out Monica's fantasy and chase Emily to the airport to confess his love. When he finally tells Emily how he feels, she doesn't say it back, and Ross is crushed. Despite Monica's best intentions, Ross was pushed into conflict because of her meddling. She was the antagonist of his story for that episode. When we put antagonists into a box, we run the risk of developing flat, predictable characters that aren't as effective as instigators and aren't believable as human beings. To understand that is to know that we must look for new ways to use the antagonist tool and create different modes of transportation for our conflicts. Making use of a well meaning, likable character as a mode of conflict and a working antagonist is a great way to refresh our stories and create new angles to entice the reader. Let's Try: Create 3 well meaning, likable characters with flaws that create conflict and antagonize the people around them. Use them in a short narrative to describe a situation where a protagonist character is thrown into turmoil at the hands of an antagonist who never meant any harm. What do you notice about writing this kind of character? What was difficult about it for you? Tru Hey hey, Readers!
Okay, it's been a hot minute since I've posted anything, and I'm actually quite ashamed of it. However, I am happy with the amount of work that's been done on my novel, and all the cool things I've been able to build for my novel universe. So, even though I've been slacking on the YouTube videos and the blog posts, I've been doing really well on the author front, so I'm proud of that. Actually, there are some new ideas in the works that I want to get moving within this next week. I've got some Sims videos on the way, a blog post half written, and some books I wanna Instagram. So if you're interested in seeing what I've got in store for you guys, then keep an eye on my Twitter (link) and my Instagram (link) to get updates on all the cool content I'll be creating. Hopefully you have had an awesome summer and are ready for fall. I'm certainly ready for cozy nights in warm sweaters, and hot cups of tea between my palms. It's an exciting time! Keep on reading. Tru |
What?The ramblings of a writer with her head in the clouds. When?
July 2019
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