Personal Reflection

On Gaining And Losing Trust

I have trust issues.

If a person can’t keep their word, I find it hard to put my faith in them. So it’s hard for people to gain my trust but easy to lose it.

I get it. People make mistakes. We’re human after all. But I’m awful at forgiving others. For my own sake, I should.

I hate when people lie to my face or make a promise and break it. Then again, I’m a hypocrite. I wouldn’t want anyone to betray or backstab me, especially someone I trust.

As I get older, the circle of individuals I trust gets smaller and smaller. Which is fine with me honestly. It saves a lot of time.

I’m not an easy person to impress. I can’t even impress myself. It’s a blessing and a curse, let me tell you. I also get disappointed easily because I hold high expectations. Some days, I hold myself to a standard that drives me insane.

We can’t pick family, but at least we can pick friends.

I love fictional characters because they’ll never not be there for you. Maybe one day I’ll find a real human being I trust completely.

In short, I trust like two people.

Creative Writing

Where Are You? | A Short Story

When her aunt didn’t come home from work, Vince began to worry.

She got off at six. Her commute took an hour, give or take depending on road conditions.

So at seven-thirty, he felt his heart beat just a little faster. Felt his palms produce a little more moisture.

Surely she would have called or contacted him by now. His aunt expected the same from him. If he was ever running late and he was expected to be somewhere at some time, he had to call. No matter what.

His mother and father passed away when he was still young. His mom died after giving birth to him. His father held out for almost a decade but losing her took a toll on his health. Physical, mental, emotional. Vince didn’t blame his dad for anything.

That’s why he came to live with his aunt, his mother’s sister.

He loved her. The thought of something happening to her was almost too much to bear.

Right before eight o’clock, Vince heard a noise from outside.

His heart rate sped up. He took shallow breaths.

Someone knocked at the door.

The thought of his aunt having a key to the house didn’t cross his mind at that second. He just needed her to be on the other side of the door.

But she wasn’t.

A man in his early fifties stood on the doorstep.

Vince furrowed his brow.

But the older man opened his mouth and started talking before Vince could say anything.

“She didn’t come into work today.”

He felt his world split open.

Personal Reflection

15 Things I Love

I’m capable of love too. I’m not that hateful of a person.

  1. The sound of keys being pressed.
  2. The sound of pens being clicked.
  3. The colour red.
  4. Simple Plan.
  5. Criminal Minds.
  6. Cheese.
  7. Chips.
  8. Smoothies.
  9. Eating.
  10. Learning.
  11. Winning.
  12. Cleaning.
  13. Creating.
  14. Many fictional characters.
  15. My family.

No surprises here.

It should be obvious that I love lists. Even if you only followed me two minutes ago.

Blogging · Dancing

5 Things You Can Do On Family Day

Since a lot of stores are closed today, you might as well do something different.

Enjoy my ideas!

Give back to the blogging community. This should happen all day, every day. You’re the brothers and sisters I do get to choose.

Surround yourself with books. As many as you can. Go on a hunt for novels you didn’t realize you own. You can thank me later.

Fall more in love with your characters. Create new ones or enjoy your current characters. I don’t think you realize how much time I spend talking to the characters in my head.

Dance..or just move your body in some way. With people you know, people you don’t, people you hate, people you love. I won’t judge you.

Spend it with your family in real life. Even if it isn’t Family Day where you live. Even if you don’t get today off. You might not get to choose your real family, but they probably didn’t get to choose you either.

Did you enjoy my ideas? Are you going to act on any of them? You should. You can’t go wrong with any of the aforementioned activities.

Personal Reflection

August 2015: What I Love Birthday Edition

So I finally get to explain why my “What I Love” posts are on the 22nd of every month.

Cue drumroll please.

No? Okay.

My birthday is August 22, 1997.

I figured it’s fitting to devote a monthly post in honour of something or someone I love. At the very least, it’ll make me more appreciative of all that I have.

Because I’m turning 18 today and I’ll already be a year older by the time this post is up, I’m making a list of 22 concepts/people/things I love. In no particular order, of course.

  1. Speaking of lists, I love them.
  2. The number 22 for obvious reasons.
  3. August. I’m lucky I don’t have to go to school on my birthday.
  4. Simple Plan. I need to see them play live.
  5. School supplies and stationery. I’m cheating, I know.
  6. Shopping. Um, uh…let’s move on.
  7. Good food. I adore eating.
  8. Great music. How does anyone hate it?
  9. Red. It’s my favourite colour.
  10. Challenges. Bring them on.
  11. Teachers and mentors. I am indebted to them.
  12. My family for supporting me and stroking my ego.
  13. My friends for making me cry tears of laughter and joy.
  14. My enemies for telling me lies that I will never allow to be true.
  15. Pens for composing my stories.
  16. Notebooks for carrying my words.
  17. Dancing. And all things associated with it like dancers or dance shoes.
  18. Blogging. Again, anything related to blogging as well. Other blogs. Beautiful bloggers.
  19. Writing. Creating characters gives me life.
  20. Reading. Books were my first love.
  21. Myself. Because self-love is important.
  22. You! I don’t say this enough though I ought to; I love you.
Writing

Camp NaNoWriMo 2015: What Am I Working On

I thought I’d share a bit about my current project because I haven’t really talked about it.

What is it called?

I haven’t thought of a title yet.

What is it about?

I’m going to give generalities rather than particulars or specifics because I’m still writing the first draft and things change all the time. The story revolves around relationships binding a family together and how love can push people away yet bring them together at the same time.

Which genre?

I thought it was going to be YA, but it’s turning into a more mature read. So OYA? Older young adult.

Which POV?

First person but the chapters alternate in viewpoints between a few of my characters.

Who’s the main character?

An eighteen year old girl. Names are tentative and subject to change at any notice. I’m calling her Lily as of right now.

Who’s your favourite character?

I like writing Andy’s parts. He’s a young boy who takes more than he should. I’m leaving it at that.

Favourite sentence or passage so far?

Completely unedited: “I feel like I’m suffocating. But maybe drowning is the better word.

I’d love to know more about your current project. Create a blog post about it or leave a comment down below.

You’re working on something, right? I’m kidding. Of course you are. You’re a writer after all.

Writing

Countdown To Christmas: Shopping For Writers Advice

To any non-writers purchasing gifts for writer(s):

Buying Books

Get an idea for what said writer likes to read and what books he or she already owns. What’s the best way to do that? Browse their bookshelf, or in some cases bookshelves, before attempting to buy books for the writer in your life. I hope you’re blessed enough to know multiple writers. It’ll make Christmas shopping that much easier. You can hit up one bookstore and get something for everyone.

Buying Coffee 

I’m not the biggest fan of coffee, but many writers (and non-writers) love this drink of choice. Once again, determine their likes and dislikes so you can purchase according to their needs. Yes, coffee is a need to a lot of people.

Buying Notebooks

Notebooks are life. Enough said.

To any writers reading this:

If you don’t receive any of the above from family or friends, you could just buy all of the above for yourself. Go ahead, splurge until your heart is content.

Personal Reflection · Reading

Family, Food, Fun

What more can I possibly ask for? Aside from a good book, of course.