If anyone knows me, they know I talk a lot about my golden retriever Tommy. I’ll also post a lot of pictures of him on social media.
It’s no secret that I am a dog person, and always will be. I grew up with goldens my whole life, including Chester. He was our family pet from when I was in the third grade, up until he passed away the summer I finished my third year of university. He would have had his 16th birthday this year.
What? I’m a crazy dog lady, like my mom and my Nana.
He made me smile, with all the weird thing he ate, his love of chewing on ice cubes, his ability to give high fives, and his desire to always receive attention like a typical goldie.
Rather than write a sappy post about how much I miss him, even though I miss him dearly, I thought I’d write a funny story about one of the few times I could ever be mad at my dog and the day he taught me something about myself.
I kind of hate this title, to be honest. My biggest lesson in 2016 was that I don’t have to tell every single person every single thing that has ever happened to me. I am still bad with oversharing, and probably will be, but I also feel like I shouldn’t have to justify my actions or my circumstances just because someone else feels it’s not the way they live their life.
If you follow me on Instagram (@emilywritesalot), you probably saw my resolutions already on when I was doing the Night Eyes Countdown to 2017, which I didn’t end up finishing. I made three goals: Send my novel to a publishing company, try downhill skiing, and take better care of myself.
I thought I’d explain why I want to meet these goals this year.
In daylights? In sunsets? In cups of coffee? What about love? You’re welcome if you got “Seasons of Love” stuck in your head.
The time between mid-November to early January is one of my favourite times of the year. Like many, I reflect on how my year has been and I think about who I was as a person that year. On social media, there would be those collages where people pick their best nine moments of the year. People on Facebook are sharing their “year in review videos” as you’re reading this. Right now, I’m doing the Night Eyes Countdown on Instagram to share a few photos and reflections on my year.
I decided to share my thoughts on social media depicting the past year because I feel like social media alone doesn’t cover it all.
The title of this post is self-explanatory. For those of you who are unfamiliar, the full face with opposite hand challenge is when you use the opposite hand that you normally use for applying makeup.
I saw NikkieTutorials do this on YouTube, and thought it’d be fun to try. Here’s the difference, however. Nikkie looked flawless when she finished the video because she’s a beauty guru who does makeup videos for a living. I am someone who loves wearing burgundy lipstick paired with a brown smoky eye but I am so far from a beauty guru. I didn’t even know the purpose of contouring until fall of this year.
I also thought I’d give it a shot because I like a challenge, and I knew this would be difficult. I have a learning disability that affects my fine motor skills and visual perception. In other words, doing things like applying eye makeup, especially eyeliner, can be challenging enough with my dominant hand, my right hand.
I’ve gotten better at doing my makeup with practice, of course. But it took me awhile before I could make my makeup routine look decent
I knew with a challenge like this, I will either be pleasantly surprised, or I will laugh at how terrible it turned out.
Today is December 1st, which means two things. First, Christmas is in 24 days! Hooray! Secondly, it means that National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) has finished.
As indicated in my last post about NaNoWriMo, I was trying to write over 63,000 words. The goal of NaNoWriMo is to write 50,000 words of a project in a month.
How did I do? I reached 27,679 words, which is not even close to the minimum word count.
Part of it was that I was really slacking in the last week. I had some sort of respiratory bug last week, mainly a sore throat. While having a sore throat doesn’t take away my ability to write, it does take away my motivation to do much else but play Pokemon Moon (Side note: I chose Rowlett).
However, I still had projects to do for the various outlets I write, volunteer, and produce for. Those are time sensitive projects, so I wanted to get those out of the way.
The other reason why I didn’t reach that desired word count was that I found myself just slugging along because I know it’s the end of the book and that I just want to finish it. I mean, it took me five years to get to this point so I would like to publish this before I turn 30 and think my story is awful.
Regardless, I was able to reflect on things I’ve noticed about the NaNoWriMo experience, so I thought I’d share them.
Although all I need to feel human is a daily cup of coffee, I drink a lot of tea. My interest in tea started when I was 14 and my cousin brewed me a cup. My addiction crept back up in university.
For those of you who are not in post-secondary, let me tell you a secret. When you have essays, exams, writing projects, and socializing in student clubs piling up, you need caffeine in either Arizona ice tea, coffee, or hot green tea.
Seriously. Before I got into coffee, I was the crankiest person in the world if I didn’t start my day with green tea in fourth year. Not to mention I was sick all the time in my later years of university, and tea always made me feel better.
I didn’t know microwaved tea existed until I procrastinated took a break from writing on BuzzFeed.
For those of you who don’t know, it’s National Novel Writing Month. Writers will try to write 50,000 words of a story from November 1st to November 30. While people often sign up on the official website and keep track of their word count, I haven’t done that.
Why? I’m an “unofficial” participant, so to speak. I feel like NaNoWriMo is more of something for writers to flesh out a new project. I, on the other hand, am taking advantage of it to finish my novel. After all, I have been wanting to finish it for five years.
I will likely sign up for Camp NaNoWriMo, the July edition of the event, for a new story, that being said.
I was on Tumblr for three years in university. I don’t use it anymore, but it is a fun site to distract yourself.
Right now, I’m just satisfied with reading posts from pages like “The Best of Tumblr” and finding things on Pinterest and BuzzFeed. I often smirk if I’m scrolling through social media and I find something funny, but some posts on Tumblr have made me chuckle out loud, even if I found it from another site.
I also notice that some people say they want to see a book no one has written (yet) and they will describe their ideas. Most reactions are either praising the idea, or they add ideas.
As much as I love seeing different writing ideas, these posts drive me bonkers.
The ideas I’ve found through these Tumblr posts, among others, are fantastic and I can say I haven’t read anything like it. If someone already has a good idea for a story, they should just start writing it.
I just started the first season of “Gilmore Girls”, because it’s been something I’ve been meaning to do for a while before they announced the special on Netflix. One of my friends and I agreed that I’ll watch “Gilmore Girls” if she watches “Frozen”.
How I feel about the show is how I feel about everything else I check out much later than I should have; I love it, I feel like I’m a combination of both Loreleis, and holy guacamole, why did I wait so long to watch “Gilmore Girls”?
I’m probably going to deal with people who say “Oh, you’re only watching this because everyone’s freaking out about the Netflix special!”, and that’s OK with me, because this isn’t the first time something like this happened. I’m sure there are many who never watched a “Gilmore Girls” episode in their life, but want to just to see the excitement.
Also, I’d rather see why so many people jump on the fan bandwagon than just close myself off from it and join the bandwagon of haters.