Surpassed my original “best ever” view count! Woot. Which really isn’t that great a feat because I’m still in double digits. Thanks to everyone who came by to read my short stories and randomness!
Hopefully I can get back into a blogging rhythm!
My burritos may not be pretty or authentic, but they’re pretty good and easy to make.
James was out for a smoke. Smoking was allowed in the bar, but he preferred to smoke outdoors. He lit his Marlboro Red and tried to loosen the tension that was forming in his back. All he wanted was a nice stress-free drink after work at the bar, but it never happened that way. He didn’t mind his friends coming up to greet him, ask him how he’s been and give the usual, “Fuck work!” to commiserate with what was a mutual stressor for most of the people in the bar. It was the women that annoyed him. Continue reading
“Oh my god. OH. MY. GOD. There it is! THERE IT IS!” I said to my group as I increased my pace. My eyes grew wider as I reached the display stand. I stopped just short of it, as if its beauty deserved my reverence.
A friend in my group was quickly next to it and was about to touch it, when I gave him the stink eye. He wasn’t deserving of it! I was sure of it! He looked uncomfortable under my stare and instead of looking at it himself, he placed it in my hands. Continue reading
Dad: ‘Nak, I put on the list, orange juice, por da groceries.
MEESH: Well Dad, what kind of orange juice do you want? Did you like the ones I’ve been buying? Like the one with pineapple? Or mango?
Dad: No…. I don’t like dat kind. I like da kind wid da..tropical…. da tropical orange juice.
MEESH: So you really just want Sunny Delight..
Dad: Yah. Da Sunny Delight.
MEESH: Dad.. that’s not orange juice!
I met the two bears. The Papa Bear actually walked out on the family after losing the civil suit against Goldilocks.
Well the past few seven days has been interesting… to say the least. It was the best of times and it really was the worst of times, but you know what? While the worst times really REALLY sucked, I had a blast during the good parts. I’ll attempt to forget the bad parts or at least tuck it into that part of my brain that I only pull out when I’m feeling lousy.
In the past seven days, my body has travelled quite a bit… around 1500 miles, give or take. I’m going to check off the “go to a state I’ve never been to” bucket list thingie, even though it wasn’t 100% completed. I didn’t take Optimus out of California this time. Shout out to Conan’s Dad (Conan a cat belonging to Miss Kitty and her BF, now named Conan’s Dad) for letting us use his car. He gets way better gas milage. But let’s start from the beginning!
Dear NaNoWriMo,
This is the second event that I have done with NaNoWriMo and unfortunately I have yet to meet my goal. But today I realized that it’s not about the goal. Thanks to you (and the fact that I put both NaNoWriMo and Camp NNWM in my bookmarks bar constantly reminding that you exist), I have been inspired to push forth with an idea that has been in my head for so many years.
I write a little bit each day, plugging away at something that means so much to me and making it real. With every word that gets put onto paper (whether tangible or on the computer screen), I feel a sense of accomplishment that I have been seeking since my I started dreaming of becoming a writer. I feel myself becoming more and more confident to let the world know the stories and worlds that I’ve kept to myself for so long.
I feel like I’m being a bit repetative at this point, so I’ll end with this: thank you. Thank you for helping me find my voice, for being supportive of a silly girl’s dreams, and for somehow being the right kick in the pants that I needed.
- Michelle (theMEESH)
