Hello my loves! I’m writing direct from the beautiful place that is… work. I’m always saying that I need to post more, but good lord, it’s difficult when your computer is on the fritz. How’s your lives been? Mine has been all sorts of wonderful. Of course, there has been some down points, but overall, I feel really good. Who doesn’t love to hear when a person suffering from depression is having more and more good days?
Work is a temporary thing for now, but I applied for a perma-position here at the company. I have, what I hope, is one last interview today and then BAM hired. Well… I know it’s not that easy, but I wish it was. It would be nice to have something permanent that I enjoy and I really do enjoy working where I am right now.
There’s not really an update on the LOOOOOOOOVE front. I’m trying to get out there and do that dating thing, but it’s not really going anywhere. I like someone, but I don’t know if the like me back. It’s like high school all over again. But he’s good company, so I can’t really complain.
I’ve been really into this new hobby called vaping. It’s helping with my cigarette smoking, but it’s not really cheaper by any means. I guess if I was only into it in a strictly smoking cessation type deal, it would be, but like all things that can become a hobby, it has gotten pricey. I’ll try and make a post eventually sometime soon. Or… sometime one day.
I hope to hear from you wonderful people soon and I’ll hopefully have a few more short stories to post as well.
Dearest readers, I hope you’ll forgive me for the interwebs silence that has inadvertently occurred here at theMEESH.com. It’s not that I’ve forgotten about you, my few, but absolutely wonderful readers, it’s just that life has actually begun to happen for me.
The novel is slowly, but surely becoming more than just bits and pieces. I’m only on part 3 (I used to call them chapters but apparently they’re REALLY long), but I’m actually working in order now, instead of writing little “scenes” from different chapters. I’ve found that I have the hardest time killing people off. I guess I’m just too nice.
I’ve got some temporary work that could *hopefully* become a permanent thing. It’s a crazy job, but for the most part enjoyable. Sometimes it gets a bit too noisy and crowded for my anxious nerves, but I have to persevere if I want to be a part of society right? Can’t go on forever hiding in my little mee-Shell.
We’re more than halfway through the year and I really feel like, for once, the good outweighs the bad. I’ve had some bad bad moments, but 2013 has been fairly good to me. I’m sure you’re part of the reason, readers, because finding my voice as a writer has probably been the best thing that has happened to me in forever and you’ve been there to read and give me motivation. Thanks for that, and let’s hope 2013 ends well and with my bucket list being finished.
I should be at my office working on my novel, but instead I’m breakfasting at my favorite local diner, writing this entry. The smoke from the fire burning in the Angeles National Forest has been brought to my area. It has dropped down to street level, obscuring the road slightly. The ash falls softly, like an evil snow that brings destruction. The air is oppressive, even for my smoker’s lungs.
I took the photo above yesterday, saying that fires make for interesting photographs, but today I’m reminded of the horror that it brings as well. I remember when the fire was dangerously close to us, only a few years back. Roads were closed off to my work and I literally saw patches of fire on the hills.
As scary as it sounds, I always remind myself that any place one lives will have a risk of natural disaster. There are tornados and hurricanes and earthquakes. No place is safe from things like this.
I hope that everyone in this area or anyone currently experiencing some sort of crazy natural occurrence stays safe. Hopefully it’ll be over soon.
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!
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)