The author of this blog is a twenty-something female university student who enjoys creative writing. She admits to being eccentric and documents the weird little moments she treasures or finds worth transcribing into words. She enjoys playing folk tunes on the guitar and getting free hugs. Her ultimate dream would be to write for days on end without having to work on other things (such as school assignments and chores) or to score for a movie. She hopes her writing can inspire and influence her readers.
She currently resides in Vancouver, B.C. but hopes to travel in the near future to broaden her horizons.RANDOM FACTS ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
-has been told she looks good in all blacks
-has a weird obsession with lesbian culture, and went through a puzzling phase where she questioned her sexual orientation
-got drunk for the first time from chugging 1L of Smirnoff Ice
-dyed her hair dark purple on her 20th birthday
-had a 5-year long crush lasting through elementary and highschool
-loves theatre more than film (the two things she studies)
-discovered the wonderful world of theatre in her first year of university (read more)
-has two trumpets, two guitars, two flutes, two soprano recorders, and two harmonicas. Yes, she [tries] to play them all.
-still purchases CDs, rather than download tunes
-has a bad habit of biting her nails
-pulls off tomboy better than girly-girl, but loves surprising people when she does dress up
-loves board games and puzzles
-will never date anyone who smokes
-writes best when she’s using her ASUS laptop
-almost pursued music in post-secondary, but decided she wanted to go into film production instead. Every time she goes to a concert she regrets this decision.
-favourite movie is The Hours, followed by The Italian Job and Lost and Delirious
WHY SHE WRITES:
Reflection (written Feb. 8th, 2007)
I haven't written in a while.
I wonder if I had lost my writing abilities. (Losing something that comes so naturally to you. Now that's what I call a scary thought.)
Over the years writing has become a neat little habit, providing me with so much release that I found quite irresistable. When I write, I feel a swarm of tabloid reporters, constantly digging for gossip buried deep in that pile of nerves and muscle called the brain, trying to find every detail suitable for the day's edition.
Lately, I haven't been able to find that feeling. I have been giving away too much information verbally. Strange, really. I don't find myself to be much of a talker. It must not takeover my night time relief, I reminded myself.
So what if I really lost it? What then? I am already at a cross-road, not knowing where to go and falling behind, as if I was repeating my senior year in highschool. I wonder what my back-up plan will be if I don't get into what I said I want. Questions arose while staring at the application package on my desk. Do I really want this? or this? or perhaps I should try that!
Even with the encouragment from friends and parents, I know I still have a lot of polishing to go through if I am to make a living out of what I enjoy doing the most: writing. Writing, or simply keying letters on my laptop using WordPad, is almost the same as mapping out my train of thought for the day. Without it, I function abnormally and talk too much, which has happened numerously since the new semester began. Without it, my brain activity decrease and I fear the worst. Without writing, I wouldn't succeed in this brave new world.
Writing has been with me ever since the beginning. It is probably the only thing that knows me best. I put my heart and soul, strength and weakness, and my emotions and feelings all into this fundamental device. I trust it because it reflects what I think and believe in. At the end of the day, it does not criticize nor give advice. It, in a sense, becomes an imaginary friend that has been handicapped from the very beginning sice it cannot actually speak nor hear, and the worst of all, it cannot think. Nonetheless, I love this friend and it'll always be with me wherever I go, whenever.
Afterall, with just a little bit of wiggle room and your soul, an ever-lasting creation and perhaps an innovating and enjoyable one for others, will be born.
