You Know You Are A Blogger When

You think about your blog all the time. Even more so if you’re a daily blogger. You love blogging too much to do it once in a blue moon. Besides, life would be boring if you did.

You read articles and books and posts about blogging. Learning by osmosis is a strategy you’ve all but perfected by now.

You can work anywhere, anytime. Even at the dentist’s office right before getting your wisdom teeth removed.

You spend so much time on small details. Like choosing the right font or picking the perfect word.

You have some of your best ideas at the worst times. While you’re driving. When you’re in the shower. So you make a mental note to remember. Inevitably, one too many escape from your memory.

You procrastinate hitting the publish button. Until you realize you’ve been procrastinating for far too long.

You feel a sense of accomplishment whenever you publish a post. Afterwards, you reward yourself by repeating the procrastination cycle.

You don’t know how to talk about your blog to people in real life. What’s your blog called? You stumble and stutter. What’s your blog about? You try to change the subject.

You love your blog. And everything about it. You also love your readers. They won’t judge you, which is all you could ever ask for.

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A Much Needed Self Care PSA

Any day is a good day for a self care public service announcement. I know I’ve talked about taking care of yourself in the past, but I’m talking about it again because I’m a broken record.

I don’t care what season it is (baseball or winter). Remember to prioritize your needs, whatever they may be.

Say no if you need to. Fun fact that isn’t fun but it is a fact: I said no to prom. If I can, you certainly can.

Don’t forget to eat and exercise. Do the things you want. Read a book. Listen to music. Make time for your hobbies, interests.

Let’s also talk about drinking and driving. To be honest, I do not enjoy either one individually.

That being said, if you ever feel pressured to drink and you hate it as much as I do, put your foot down. This is your body. You know yourself best. Do what you want, not what someone else wants.

Don’t feel up to drive? Then don’t force the issue. Take a bus, a cab. Call a friend or family member. Listen to your gut. It knows what’s up.

Self care isn’t just about luxury either. You don’t need to go to a spa or a saloon. You can take a bath or do your nails at home.

Sometimes it’s the little things that make a big difference like going to the gym in the morning, going to bed earlier at night, etc.

I hope you treat yourself well in 2018. Don’t forget you have one life. One body, one heart.

You may be busy with work or school or a number of other obligations, but you’re not too busy to care about yourself and look after your health.

Forces | A Poem

I don’t need a reason

They want us to explain

Question our definition

I’ll never be the same

You came in

Changed everything

It doesn’t matter

What strangers say

If people knew better

They’d understand

We win together

Still everyone thinks

Nothing lasts forever

But they haven’t seen

The force of you and me

A 2018 Writing Q&A

Why do you write?

Because I hate just about everything else.

How often do you write?

Every single day. I barely sleep, I hardly study, and I rarely socialize.

What’s the easiest part?

Writing the first draft.

What’s the hardest part?

Editing terrible first drafts.

What’s your writing routine like?

I’ll wash my hands because I’m a germaphobe. Then I start writing until I’m done.

What did you accomplish in 2017?

Next to nothing. I got to attend a magazine launch for the first time. I hope it’s not my last.

What are you currently working on?

I’m writing stories that are too long but also too short at the same time. Send help.

What are your goals for 2018?

I’d like to submit my work to as many places as possible. I know that’s not specific. Give me a break. Vague is my middle name after all.

What are you looking forward to?

I received some exciting news the other day. Nothing is completely confirmed or finalized just yet. Any day now I’m going to do cartwheels until my wrists fall off. I’ll keep you updated.

What’s your dream?

To be a published author. To make a living doing what I love. I just want to work with words. Is that too much to ask for? Probably.

Where do you see yourself in five years?

I see myself trying to write the next bestseller while squinting at a screen.

Any last words?

Thank you for coming along with me on this wonderful and woeful journey. I hope you experience even more rejections than I do.

Learn To Love | A Poem

You’re better

Not defined by numbers

But you say

This is one case

You’d rather lose

Than gain

Save yourself

Make a choice

Aren’t missing out

You can live now

So walk away

Never look back

First learn to love

The parts of you

That nobody does

20 Goals For 2018

A new year means new goals I’ll try to achieve but probably won’t.

  1. Read more.
  2. Review more.
  3. Write more.
  4. Publish more.
  5. Blog more.
  6. Comment more.
  7. Create more.
  8. Dance more.
  9. Stretch more.
  10. Exercise more.
  11. Sleep more.
  12. Eat more.
  13. Journal more.
  14. Study more.
  15. Work more.
  16. Give more.
  17. Smile more.
  18. Laugh more.
  19. Love more.
  20. Live more.

Less is more, Herminia.

What are your goals for the new year? Let me know in the comments below.

Doing What You Love Because You Love Doing It

I tend to fall in love with something and then turn the thing into work.

But it’s important to love what you do.

I start doing for the wrong reasons. And then my passions stop being enjoyable.

For me, I write not for the sake of writing but because I love the creative process. So even if I never make it as a writer, I’ll still spend my life working away on a story or twenty thousand.

Same goes for blogging. Every time I think about my passions, I realize I’ve stuck with them because I don’t need external rewards to motivate me to keep going.

It’s enough that I enjoy creating characters, sharing stories, visiting worlds.

I hope I get to do what I love for the rest of my life.

At the very least, I know what I don’t love. I try to avoid the stuff I despise as much as possible.

I’ve been thinking about how I’ll make money doing what I love, how I’ll make a living.

A part of me believes if you work hard and you do what you’re doing out of love, you can’t really go wrong.

Life’s too short, but it’s also too long if you don’t enjoy your time on earth.

Don’t be too hard on yourself. You’re going to make mistakes just like everybody else. That’s okay. You’re going to be all right.

Every storm ends. Every moment passes. Cherish what you have. Remember to laugh. Don’t forget to love. Keep going even when you think you can’t. Good luck. Believe in yourself and your abilities. It’s the least you can do.

Picking One Of My Passions

I love reading, writing, and blogging so much, they’re daily habits of mine. At least I try to do them every day. I had the brilliant idea of making myself pick one of my passions over the others. This will be fun.

Reading or writing?

I already hate myself for doing this. I can’t give up creating stories. I say this while staring at all the books on my shelves. They used to be empty, but it’s slowly filling up.

Writing or blogging?

I’m reminded of the time I thought I could only take a writing class or a blogging one. Turns out, I could take both, so I did. Interestingly enough, I did slightly better in the blogging course, but my heart still loves writing more. Also, I’ve skipped more days of blogging than I have writing since I started both.

Reading or blogging?

This is tough as well. I can’t imagine myself not reading ever again. After all, I’ve been reading almost my whole life and blogging for only one fifth of it.

Hopefully, I never have to give up any of my passions. I feel grateful I’m able to do the things I enjoy. I wouldn’t be the same without books, blogs, and baseball. The latter is a story for another day however.

Making Money Doing What You Love

I don’t have a problem with people making money doing what they love. Says the girl who isn’t.

I hope I get to that point someday though.

It’s easier said than done, of course. Every time I think about making money, I get all sad. Maybe because I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to support myself while pursuing my passions.

I remind myself of the days I first started writing and blogging when I didn’t turn a profit whatsoever. When I was beyond excited to create every day because I enjoyed the creative process.

I’ve been worrying a lot over my future. If I don’t do more schooling after graduation, I’ll need to get a job.

I joke to my friends that I’m unemployable. I want to work for myself as well.

I feel conflicted. Unsurprisingly, I don’t enjoy feeling this way.

I’m not sure how I’ll earn enough to pay my way through life, however long mine lasts. The cost of everything seems to go up all the time.

Now that I’ve obsessed over this, I feel my problem isn’t how much I make, but whether I’ll have the freedom to do what I love. I don’t need to be rich to be happy. Yet I still need enough time and money to go after my dreams. Being well off can help create a bit of freedom or flexibility for the sake of my sanity.

Obviously, I don’t want my lifestyle to change for the worse.

The world is a big, bad place. I’ve yet to find my place in it. I hope I can navigate through and not seem utterly lost at every turn.

What a fun post to publish on Christmas Eve. Happy holidays!

Make It Through | A Poem

Where’s the boy

Who told me

What was on his mind

Talked for hours every day

Shed tears during the night

Had nothing to hide

And a friend for life

Yet you substituted

One for someone

Bit what will you have

When that someone becomes no one

When the former still hasn’t forgotten

You think you’ve found happiness

So enjoy what you have

While you still have this

I hope you make it through

I want you to love her

Like you loved me

When we were a team