Writing about writing: A fiction of sorts.

She grabbed her pen. No, wait. Okay. She snatched her pen. Quickly, yes quickly. She practically stabbed herself on the other freshly sharpened pencils in her cup trying to get it. She was a writer, bold and true. Bold and true? Fuck, that sounds pretentious. Let’s try this again. She was a writer, unabashed and unashamed. Unabashed, that’s good. That’s real good. Wait, what does that word mean? Hold on.

UNABASHED ˌənəˈbaSHt
adjective
1.
not embarrassed, disconcerted, or ashamed.

Oh, hell yeah, that’s me. Wait a second, disconcerted? Man. The Dictionary is always defining words with other words that you in turn have to go back and look up. Nevermind, back to it.

She dreamt of writing for one of those really awesome blogs. Like Mashable or Hello Giggles or some crap like that. No, don’t say crap. Sounds too casual, too unprofessional. She had always dreamed of guest blogging for someone like Mashable or Hello Giggles. Better. She thought about it. She wrinkled her nose. No, no, I don’t do that. Should I start wrinkling my nose? I’m going to see if I can do it for like, a week straight, whenever I’m thinking. Then, if someone asks me, “Are you thinking?” …then. Then it’ll be a thing that I do.

Back to writing. Words. Words. Wooords. Oh crap, this must be what writer’s block feels like. Maybe I need some wine. Wine is like, what Van Gogh drank when he was painting and stuff, right? Write? Oh man, that’s gold. Okay, please hold.

I’m back. I’ve got the wine. It’s the end of a bottle from last year, and I only got half a glass out of it, but I did find a bottle of clear rum in the freezer to top myself off. Am I supposed to end a sentence with off? It’s one of those words, what do you call them. Prepositions? And anyway, I’m not quite sure this was the same idea Van Gogh had. I’m also pretty sure I Googled Van Gogh last year, and he drank Absinthe, not wine. He also cut his ear off. What a nutter. Nevermind that, back to writing.

In college, I won an award for creative writing. It’s one of those things that you can always rub in other writer’s faces, and then they have to take you seriously. I think. Or maybe they just get pissed off, and correct your grammar or something. I always make grammatical errors. Ugh. I forget commas like it’s no ones business. I should really use them more. But my thoughts are always so…

I’m getting off track. I am writing about writing. The words flow out of my pen like an inky… river of truth. Wow! Sounds like a cool superpower. Inky river of truth! Like no one could lie with this enchanted pen, and then they would have to tell the truth. Maybe I should have given myself a word limit. Maybe I shouldn’t have mixed rum and wine.

I need to go practice wrinkling my nose.


Featured image from christabanister.com

A peek through the mirror into my bedroom

Happy September bloggy people! I’ve been spending the week cleaning out our house and re-decorating. Our bedroom was far too boring, so I spiced it up by doing the entire thing red and teal. Red and teal is one of my all-time favorite color combinations, and it really works for a lot of the Asian inspired decor I have.

1) My closet made a little debut into this post, because I noticed an arrangement of fabulous oranges, chartreuse and pink. 2) The bed is completely decked out. We’ve got a teal tufted head board, and a red quilt (a la Target!) with fancy decorative pillows. By the way, men do not understand decorative pillows. Mark tries to sleep on them. He does not get fashion over function. 3) My dresser is adorned with magic. I have two Daruma dolls, and if you aren’t sure what they are, they are a sort of wish making doll and good luck talisman from Japan. You color in one eye, make a wish, and when it comes true, you color in the other eye and burn it on New Years – the smoke released is to thank the Asian Gods. Also my lion and lamb is in this picture, a bit of my favorite biblical symbolism. 4) A constant reminder.

I get around! I totally love my Lalibela cross straight from Ethiopia.

And in case anyone had forgotten, my cat Dorian is a total punk and ruins laundry day every time.

Terrified of Exposure: What it means to admit you’re a religious person

Yeah. I’m a Christian. And I also lead a normal life. I’m not tied to a church pew or bashing down people’s doors with a Bible. I go to Church, yes. But I also watch sci-fi movies, LARP, and play with my stupid pets. In fact, none of my friends know much about my personal view on God. But the question is, why don’t they know? What am I hiding?

The question of the hour: Why? If I’m a person who believes in God, shouldn’t I be proud of who I am and show the world? And, if people really are my true friends, won’t they just accept me for who I am?

My old self would say, it is hard to take religious people seriously. Their credibility as a logical, rational, individual goes out the window once you find out they believe in Jesus or the bible or God or psychics or tarot cards or anything that isn’t, well… science! And I highly value my credibility as a logical, smart, and analytical person. If I was to “come out of the closet,” as a Christian, I fear people would make all kinds of judgments about me. It’s unfair, but it’s the way I believe people evaluate other people. A lot of people would say religious person indulges in superstitions to calm their erratic fears of the unknown, to put an end to their doubts about our reason for existing, to make themselves “feel better.”

I hardly agree with this, but I do believe it’s the way the existential cookie crumbles. It scares me. I value my reputation. I want a seat at the table during a conversation about something controversial, like morality, or politics, or mathematics, or dinosaurs, or the universe, or the nature of existence, or our divine purpose, or whatever people might be discussing that is up for debate. I worry if I expose myself as a Christian, my seat will be forfeited. And that’s my fear, but it’s the truth.


Do you struggle with spiritually or religion, or talking to people about it? Leave a comment to let me know.

Kirby House Japanese Gardens and Glen Summit Chapel & Casino

We’ve made some big decisions! And our wedding photos location is so perfect, I can hardly believe it! We’re taking photos at the Kirby House Japanese Gardens in Glen Summit, right outside of Mountain Top, PA. The Kirby family was a well to do family who founded the Woolworth chain of stores in Wilkes Barre in the early 1900’s. In 1914 or so, they built the luxurious Kirby house. The family went on a world tour, and when they came back, they were hooked on Japanese culture. And well, anyone who was anyone had an authentic Japanese garden. They flew in the materials and actual Japanese gardeners to assemble the gorgeous temple replicas and zen river. It’s to die for!

To boot, we also found our ceremony and reception location. Finally! Today we toured the Glen Summit Chapel and Casino right down the street from the Kirby House. We fell in love with the rustic beauty. Both buildings are similar in look – brown with dark green trim and gorgeous giant red doors. The buildings are set back in the woods, with plenty of space and trees. The Casino used to be next to an old hotel in the 20’s, right near a railroad, for travelers coming from New York and other parts of Pennsylvania. They used to bowl and gamble in the Casino hall! It’s gorgeous. What a load off my mind! I can’t wait to start planning everything else!

5 Reasons why I love living in NEPA

Me at Rickett's Glen Me at Ricketts Glen

For those who don’t know, I live in Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania, which is a part of Northeastern Pennsylvania, or NEPA. We call it NEPA… don’t ask us why. I compiled 5 good reasons why I am blessed to live here!

1. Abundant Nature! I live near beautiful state parks, forests, waterfalls, and hiking trails. I am in the middle of so much nature. My friend owns a pumpkin patch for crying out loud! Mark and I hike trails at Rickett’s Glen State Park and go camping (Well, LARPing…) at Hickory Run State Park. I am so blessed to live in such a beautiful nature filled area. Part of me thinks I’m a city girl, but my heart loves being close to the forest.

2. The Farmer’s Market on Thursday. I love going out to the Public Square and seeing a showcase of local farmers peddling their produce. I tend to buy squash, corn, green beans, tomatoes and onions every week. My sister and I like to go out together on our break from work. They sell big yellow sunflowers, shoo fly pie, apple doughnuts, and loads more. It’s a fantastic way to get your weekly groceries without having to pay to have them flown in from California and Florida, while supporting the local economy.

3. The PA Renaissance Faire. I mean it is where Mark and I got engaged after all! It’s theme park meets history. You can walk amongst the nobility and the peasants of 16th century England and even rub elbows with the Royal Court. There are dastardly pirates, a delicious winery, and even a joust to end the day.

4. Roba’s Corn Maze! Every fall, my family and I go to a big corn maze and run around in the brisk autumn air trying to make our way to the end. We bring a delicious picnic consisting of apple cider and other autumn essentials as well. It’s the perfect way to kick off the autumn season, get excited for Halloween, and spend time with the family. Plus this year, my niece gets to try it for the very first time!

5. NEPA BlogCon! I would be remiss if I didn’t mention my blogging conference project. NEPA BlogCon is a day long conference where me and my cohorts (Karla, Mandy and Michelle) gather the best and brightest in social media and blogging for the educational event of the year. It’s Northeast PA’s only blogging conference and loads of fun to plan and attend. Check out the website, why don’t you! NEPABlogCon.com


Do you love something cute about your local area? Post it in a comment!