The Ducks went streaking, my friends, winning three games (at home) in a row. And then, last night (my grandfather's would-be birthday), they tied it up 0-0 and lost in overtime. However, I'm not too worried. Why, you may ask? Because if you watched the game, you saw that they played really, really well. Which gives me hope.
But Heather, you say, today is Friday, the Thirteenth. Aren't you worried about that?
Pshh, no.
Friday the Thirteenth has been especially lucky in my family and I have no problem transferring my luck to my team for tonight's game.
Some great news for the Ducks, though? Corey Perry was named to the AllStar Game. Um, as if there was any doubt. But congrats to Corey, who definitely deserves the honor.
Some big news in terms of writing: I've chopped Stranger in the Mirror in half. Like, I cut out two main characters and their storylines and made them secondary characters. You might think I'd be upset at all the time and effort I put into writing - by hand! - their stories only to end up having them cut up.
You'd be wrong.
I decided it because with four characters, there was too much going on. As much as I love Brielle and Elle, I was doing a disservice to the story by writing their stories in conjunction with Sophie and Jane's, when the latter plotline is the most important. Even my writing reflected that my passion favored the first two compared to the second group.
And, when I did it, it felt right.
Of course, there will be much more editing to make sure everything flows better, much more work, but I k.now that it will be worth it
You guys, I am so excited about this book. I can't wait to share it with you. And these changes, no matter how drastic, will make it even better. I promise.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Revisions and rewriting and reviewing
Today, my holiday officially ended.
Today, I began revisions for Stranger in the Mirror. It was the longest, most exhausting novel I've ever written, but definitely the most satisfying. And, as I read what I've written - making necessary grammar/spelling/plot/character changes, I still believe that. I am so proud of this novel. It's going to take lots of work to polish it, but even though it's exhausting, it was and still is so totally worth it.
Today, I began writing my new WIP. Well, I should say, rewriting it. I had written a mystery-hockey story earlier this year. I queried, and while some commented on its uniqueness and I got one partial request, no one bit. I put it aside, wrote other things.
But I had to write this story. Had to. The idea wouldn't let me go.
So I changed it. A bit. Instead of a chick-lit mystery, it will be a YA contemporary mystery. Instead of 3 POV characters, there will be 4. Instead of typing it up, I'll be writing it out first. I have 8 hockey books - everything from a coffee table book with big pictures to more focused books about superstition and rivalries and more. One book is written by Bruce Boudreau, a coach (yes, the Ducks coach). I'm planning to buy a couple of books written by referees and other coaches and players. Plus, I watch every single Ducks game I can, and, when there's nothing on TV and no Law and Order: SVU marathons on, I'll flip over to NHL Network and watch a repeat of a previous game just because I love this sport, whether the Ducks are playing or not.
I want this book to be authentic and to show just how amazing this game is while maintaining well-rounded characters and interesting relationships. So I'm writing it out by hand, like with Stranger in the Mirror, and then typing it up.
I was excited about my initial story, excited to write about hockey through three girls' POV. Now, I'm ecstatic. I'm brimming with excitement at rewriting to make the manuscript even better than it is.
Rewriting is daunting. Besides key scenes here and there, I don't really rewrite because I plan so much before actually writing the story. I know what I'm writing, everything's there for a reason, there's no need to excessively rewrite.
But then, rewriting is fabulous. It's taking your amazing idea - the one that had you so excited you actually finished writing a book about it - and making it better. Fleshing out characters. Adding needed subplots.
I'm 2 chapters in and looking forward to writing the best damn YA hockey book there is.
Finally, today I plotted. Reviewed an idea that's been teetering around in my mind for the past few weeks. Not on paper, but in my mind. You know me, I can't focus on one thing at one time. I have this amazing idea about a new take on angels and demons and our concept of heaven and hell. No, it's not religious. It's more about... perfection vs. imperfection. Anyways, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I've been doing a lot today and I can't help but... smile. :) It's like I said, I'm excited. Ecstatic. This is how I know I was born to be a writer.
Today, I began revisions for Stranger in the Mirror. It was the longest, most exhausting novel I've ever written, but definitely the most satisfying. And, as I read what I've written - making necessary grammar/spelling/plot/character changes, I still believe that. I am so proud of this novel. It's going to take lots of work to polish it, but even though it's exhausting, it was and still is so totally worth it.
Today, I began writing my new WIP. Well, I should say, rewriting it. I had written a mystery-hockey story earlier this year. I queried, and while some commented on its uniqueness and I got one partial request, no one bit. I put it aside, wrote other things.
But I had to write this story. Had to. The idea wouldn't let me go.
So I changed it. A bit. Instead of a chick-lit mystery, it will be a YA contemporary mystery. Instead of 3 POV characters, there will be 4. Instead of typing it up, I'll be writing it out first. I have 8 hockey books - everything from a coffee table book with big pictures to more focused books about superstition and rivalries and more. One book is written by Bruce Boudreau, a coach (yes, the Ducks coach). I'm planning to buy a couple of books written by referees and other coaches and players. Plus, I watch every single Ducks game I can, and, when there's nothing on TV and no Law and Order: SVU marathons on, I'll flip over to NHL Network and watch a repeat of a previous game just because I love this sport, whether the Ducks are playing or not.
I want this book to be authentic and to show just how amazing this game is while maintaining well-rounded characters and interesting relationships. So I'm writing it out by hand, like with Stranger in the Mirror, and then typing it up.
I was excited about my initial story, excited to write about hockey through three girls' POV. Now, I'm ecstatic. I'm brimming with excitement at rewriting to make the manuscript even better than it is.
Rewriting is daunting. Besides key scenes here and there, I don't really rewrite because I plan so much before actually writing the story. I know what I'm writing, everything's there for a reason, there's no need to excessively rewrite.
But then, rewriting is fabulous. It's taking your amazing idea - the one that had you so excited you actually finished writing a book about it - and making it better. Fleshing out characters. Adding needed subplots.
I'm 2 chapters in and looking forward to writing the best damn YA hockey book there is.
Finally, today I plotted. Reviewed an idea that's been teetering around in my mind for the past few weeks. Not on paper, but in my mind. You know me, I can't focus on one thing at one time. I have this amazing idea about a new take on angels and demons and our concept of heaven and hell. No, it's not religious. It's more about... perfection vs. imperfection. Anyways, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I've been doing a lot today and I can't help but... smile. :) It's like I said, I'm excited. Ecstatic. This is how I know I was born to be a writer.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
9
I love Numerology. I love numbers. But not math. Or physics.
2011 was my 9 Personal Year, which means things coming to an end. And, in truth, that happened. I lost friends. I broke up with my boyfriend. I finished community college. And, to top it all off, I finished the most exhausting novel I've ever written. But it's the one I'm definitely most proud of. (It's 27 chapters and I finished it on the 27th. Sign?)
I'm looking forward to next year. It's my 1 Personal Year, which means the cycle starts over. Things begin.
I have 2 New Years' resolutions that I intend to keep just to myself. They're my secrets, my internal goals. I also have 3 goals I don't mind sharing with you.
1. Write. But not just write. Finish the two novels I have mapped out. Start the (or finish, depending on how long the first two novels take) Stranger in the Mirror sequel.
2. Believe. In life. In love. But most importantly, in myself. Take chances. Remember that life is a gift and that I am an incredibly lucky human being just to be alive.
3. Watch. Ducks games, obviously. As much as I can. And when I can't, listen to them online, in the car, however I can. We have yet to start a streak, but I can feel it coming. Believe in them. Support them. And, more than anything, never, ever give up on them.
So, in total, 5 Resolutions. 5 also happens to be my life path number, by the way.
See? It's all in the numbers.
2011 was my 9 Personal Year, which means things coming to an end. And, in truth, that happened. I lost friends. I broke up with my boyfriend. I finished community college. And, to top it all off, I finished the most exhausting novel I've ever written. But it's the one I'm definitely most proud of. (It's 27 chapters and I finished it on the 27th. Sign?)
I'm looking forward to next year. It's my 1 Personal Year, which means the cycle starts over. Things begin.
I have 2 New Years' resolutions that I intend to keep just to myself. They're my secrets, my internal goals. I also have 3 goals I don't mind sharing with you.
1. Write. But not just write. Finish the two novels I have mapped out. Start the (or finish, depending on how long the first two novels take) Stranger in the Mirror sequel.
2. Believe. In life. In love. But most importantly, in myself. Take chances. Remember that life is a gift and that I am an incredibly lucky human being just to be alive.
3. Watch. Ducks games, obviously. As much as I can. And when I can't, listen to them online, in the car, however I can. We have yet to start a streak, but I can feel it coming. Believe in them. Support them. And, more than anything, never, ever give up on them.
So, in total, 5 Resolutions. 5 also happens to be my life path number, by the way.
See? It's all in the numbers.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Miracles, Christmas and Otherwise
First off, let me start by wishing each and every one of you happy holidays. Whatever you celebrate, I hope you're happy, warm, and safe.
Today, I want to address miracles since Christmas is tomorrow and nearly every Christmas movie has some version of a miracle. Of course, I want to make it clear that I'm not trying to say miracles occur only during Christmas or only for those who celebrate Christmas. Miracles can happen to anyone at any time anywhere.
First off, let me start by saying wholeheartedly that I believe in miracles. I tend to view them, however, in a similar way I view love: I believe in love but it's hard for me to imagine falling in love any time soon. Same with miracles.
The more I got to thinking, the more I started realizing that perhaps I have to be part of my own miracle.
Let me give you an example: my Ducks aren't doing so great. Like, they're losing way more than they're winning. As fans, we want to see our team play, especially when we know there's such talent on the team. Even if they lose, we want to see them play like they care.
That hasn't been happening recently.
It's easy to start to think negatively, to point the finger, to demand trades/firings. I'm sure a lot of people go into the game thinking the Ducks are going to lose. Our opponents might not even take us seriously anymore.
Fine.
Here's the thing: I firmly believe that your beliefs can be put into actions, whether you're conscious of it or not. If fans or players go into the game, waiting to make a mistake, waiting for the other team to score, it's going to happen.
What the team needs now, in my very humble opinion, is support. Every time I flick on the television, I believe with all my heart that they're going to win. Every time I step into the Honda Center, I believe with all my heart that they're going to win. There have been a couple of times I've caught myself cursing the other team or yelling at our players (yes, I yell at the TV. Don't deny you don't do it too.), but when we do something great, I'll grumble, "Well, that's what you're paid for, isn't it?"
It's totally negative and totally not me!
A Christmas miracle would be for us to win our next game - a road game - against one of our rivals, the San Jose Sharks. And then, win two in a row. And then three. And then start a streak. But in order for a miracle to actually occur, we first have to believe in miracles and believe that we have the power to cause them.
I can't play hockey, and even if I could, I couldn't go play goalie for Jonas Hiller. That's his job. But I can believe in him. I can believe in every player, every coach, and every fan.
Instead of yelling at my television Monday night, I'm going to try and focus on the positives, even when we lose. I might be only one person, but even a little can go a long way.
Today, I want to address miracles since Christmas is tomorrow and nearly every Christmas movie has some version of a miracle. Of course, I want to make it clear that I'm not trying to say miracles occur only during Christmas or only for those who celebrate Christmas. Miracles can happen to anyone at any time anywhere.
First off, let me start by saying wholeheartedly that I believe in miracles. I tend to view them, however, in a similar way I view love: I believe in love but it's hard for me to imagine falling in love any time soon. Same with miracles.
The more I got to thinking, the more I started realizing that perhaps I have to be part of my own miracle.
Let me give you an example: my Ducks aren't doing so great. Like, they're losing way more than they're winning. As fans, we want to see our team play, especially when we know there's such talent on the team. Even if they lose, we want to see them play like they care.
That hasn't been happening recently.
It's easy to start to think negatively, to point the finger, to demand trades/firings. I'm sure a lot of people go into the game thinking the Ducks are going to lose. Our opponents might not even take us seriously anymore.
Fine.
Here's the thing: I firmly believe that your beliefs can be put into actions, whether you're conscious of it or not. If fans or players go into the game, waiting to make a mistake, waiting for the other team to score, it's going to happen.
What the team needs now, in my very humble opinion, is support. Every time I flick on the television, I believe with all my heart that they're going to win. Every time I step into the Honda Center, I believe with all my heart that they're going to win. There have been a couple of times I've caught myself cursing the other team or yelling at our players (yes, I yell at the TV. Don't deny you don't do it too.), but when we do something great, I'll grumble, "Well, that's what you're paid for, isn't it?"
It's totally negative and totally not me!
A Christmas miracle would be for us to win our next game - a road game - against one of our rivals, the San Jose Sharks. And then, win two in a row. And then three. And then start a streak. But in order for a miracle to actually occur, we first have to believe in miracles and believe that we have the power to cause them.
I can't play hockey, and even if I could, I couldn't go play goalie for Jonas Hiller. That's his job. But I can believe in him. I can believe in every player, every coach, and every fan.
Instead of yelling at my television Monday night, I'm going to try and focus on the positives, even when we lose. I might be only one person, but even a little can go a long way.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Expectations and Plotting
As you guys know, I'm a plotter.
With my current MS, I had a general idea of my characters and their story but I didn't actually write down specific plans of where I wanted this to go (besides a few notes to remind myself of important things). About halfway through, I knew where I wanted to take the story, so I wrote one sentence plots for each character in each chapter.
Except, as I'm learning, my characters pull me in another direction in order to make sure I tell their story rather than their story through my point of view.
For instance, today, I was supposed to have my MC, Sophie, make up with her love interest Will after a tense fight. Instead, she basically tells him she deserves better than some guy who runs away when things get tough, who doesn't build relationships with people so he doesn't get hurt. Will's a good guy, don't get me wrong, and he'll continue to be Sophie's love interest. But after writing that - being possessed by Sophie's spirit, more likely - I was so proud of her.
One day, you guys will read the scene I'm talking about, and I hope you're proud of her too. It should be noted, though, that the scene wasn't exactly written in the stars, but Sophie made me write it down anyways.
With my current MS, I had a general idea of my characters and their story but I didn't actually write down specific plans of where I wanted this to go (besides a few notes to remind myself of important things). About halfway through, I knew where I wanted to take the story, so I wrote one sentence plots for each character in each chapter.
Except, as I'm learning, my characters pull me in another direction in order to make sure I tell their story rather than their story through my point of view.
For instance, today, I was supposed to have my MC, Sophie, make up with her love interest Will after a tense fight. Instead, she basically tells him she deserves better than some guy who runs away when things get tough, who doesn't build relationships with people so he doesn't get hurt. Will's a good guy, don't get me wrong, and he'll continue to be Sophie's love interest. But after writing that - being possessed by Sophie's spirit, more likely - I was so proud of her.
One day, you guys will read the scene I'm talking about, and I hope you're proud of her too. It should be noted, though, that the scene wasn't exactly written in the stars, but Sophie made me write it down anyways.
Friday, December 16, 2011
22
Do you guys have favorite numbers, or numbers that just randomly keep popping up in your life?
Mine is 22. There are many things that have happened to me on the 22nd of the month. My uncle died on the 22nd. My grandfather died on the 22nd. Johny Dillinger was both born and died on the 22nd. Goatboy and I broke up on the 22nd.
The 22nd of every month used to unnerve me. It was never a great day. Sometimes it wasn't horrible, but it was below normal.
November 30th, I turned 22. Beforehand, I was worried. I didn't want this year to be meh. Below normal. But the crazy thing is - this year has been pretty boss.
Take my birthday for example. Last year, celebrating my 21st, I rented a small yacht and had 20 of my friends and a Jack Sparrow impersonator party and dance as we sailed up and down the harbor. This year, my mom picked up a specially designed Ducks carrot cake (my favorite), my brother got me a couple of DVDs, and then me and my brother went to a Ducks game where we snapped a losing streak and won 4-1 over the Canadiens. It wasn't a huge birthday, I celebrated it with pretty much my family, and I didn't do anything too special. But it was perfect. My team won. My day was pretty good. And I didn't have to worry about friends having fun and a boyfriend remembering that yes, today was my birthday.
Since then? I've been happier. Much happier than I was at 21. It's like I'm owning 22, and it hasn't even been a month yet.
And now, I'm looking forward to the 22nd. I can't wait to see what every new day will bring. Because, for whatever reason, I know I'll be able to handle it.
Try and catch me now, 21!
Mine is 22. There are many things that have happened to me on the 22nd of the month. My uncle died on the 22nd. My grandfather died on the 22nd. Johny Dillinger was both born and died on the 22nd. Goatboy and I broke up on the 22nd.
The 22nd of every month used to unnerve me. It was never a great day. Sometimes it wasn't horrible, but it was below normal.
November 30th, I turned 22. Beforehand, I was worried. I didn't want this year to be meh. Below normal. But the crazy thing is - this year has been pretty boss.
Take my birthday for example. Last year, celebrating my 21st, I rented a small yacht and had 20 of my friends and a Jack Sparrow impersonator party and dance as we sailed up and down the harbor. This year, my mom picked up a specially designed Ducks carrot cake (my favorite), my brother got me a couple of DVDs, and then me and my brother went to a Ducks game where we snapped a losing streak and won 4-1 over the Canadiens. It wasn't a huge birthday, I celebrated it with pretty much my family, and I didn't do anything too special. But it was perfect. My team won. My day was pretty good. And I didn't have to worry about friends having fun and a boyfriend remembering that yes, today was my birthday.
Since then? I've been happier. Much happier than I was at 21. It's like I'm owning 22, and it hasn't even been a month yet.
And now, I'm looking forward to the 22nd. I can't wait to see what every new day will bring. Because, for whatever reason, I know I'll be able to handle it.
Try and catch me now, 21!
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Dear Anaheim Ducks,
Today is my birthday, and, in celebration, me and my brother are going to the game tonight.
I won't be holding up a sign that tells everyone that I was born twenty-two years ago. My picture won't be on the scoreboard. I'm not going to ask you for kisses or propose marriage to you. The only thing I want from you tonight is a win. Because I know you can win.
There's no need to fire people, to trade anyone, to snatch captaincy away. You have all the parts you need.
I still and will continue to believe in you, no matter what happens. Because that's what fans do.
I may not be able to go to every game, but I watch every game. I may not be able to purchase all of your merchandise or go to watch parties or attend all of the amazing activities you hold every year. I still don't understand certain things, especially player stats and why people get kicked out of a faceoff. But I believe in you.
I'm looking forward to watching you play tonight. Hockey is something that makes me so incredibly happy, so thank you for providing me with that, especially with a home game on my birthday.
Good luck tonight and all the best!
Sincerely,
Heather
I won't be holding up a sign that tells everyone that I was born twenty-two years ago. My picture won't be on the scoreboard. I'm not going to ask you for kisses or propose marriage to you. The only thing I want from you tonight is a win. Because I know you can win.
There's no need to fire people, to trade anyone, to snatch captaincy away. You have all the parts you need.
I still and will continue to believe in you, no matter what happens. Because that's what fans do.
I may not be able to go to every game, but I watch every game. I may not be able to purchase all of your merchandise or go to watch parties or attend all of the amazing activities you hold every year. I still don't understand certain things, especially player stats and why people get kicked out of a faceoff. But I believe in you.
I'm looking forward to watching you play tonight. Hockey is something that makes me so incredibly happy, so thank you for providing me with that, especially with a home game on my birthday.
Good luck tonight and all the best!
Sincerely,
Heather
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Traditions
This isn't a post on Thanksgiving or what I should be thankful for (lots of things, I know!) or anything like that. I feel like Facebook has that covered.
Today, I want to talk about D.B. Cooper. 40 years ago today, the man we barely know anything about completely changed the way we view traveling in the sky. First and foremost, he was an air pirate. Nuff said, as far as I'm concerned. Secondly, D. B. Cooper wasn't even his real name. Third, he got away with $200,000 and was never heard from again. Finally? His case is the only hijacking case in American history to be unsolved.
You all know my love for gangsters, and while this one lived in 1971, it's still hard not to admire the guy.
Up in Washington, people are gathering this weekend in order to honor the legend that is D. B. Cooper. I entered a poetry contest with him being the prompt. If you're interested in reading it, you can find it here. If you want more information on D. B. Cooper, I'd suggest buying the book SKYJACK: The Hunt For D. B. Cooper by Geoffrey Gray. It's amazing, let me tell you.
Okay, I lied: Happy Thanksgiving! Keep tradition - whatever that tradition may be - alive. And, as long as I'm alive, so will D. B. Cooper. And Dillinger. And Karpis. And many, many more.
Today, I want to talk about D.B. Cooper. 40 years ago today, the man we barely know anything about completely changed the way we view traveling in the sky. First and foremost, he was an air pirate. Nuff said, as far as I'm concerned. Secondly, D. B. Cooper wasn't even his real name. Third, he got away with $200,000 and was never heard from again. Finally? His case is the only hijacking case in American history to be unsolved.
You all know my love for gangsters, and while this one lived in 1971, it's still hard not to admire the guy.
Up in Washington, people are gathering this weekend in order to honor the legend that is D. B. Cooper. I entered a poetry contest with him being the prompt. If you're interested in reading it, you can find it here. If you want more information on D. B. Cooper, I'd suggest buying the book SKYJACK: The Hunt For D. B. Cooper by Geoffrey Gray. It's amazing, let me tell you.
Okay, I lied: Happy Thanksgiving! Keep tradition - whatever that tradition may be - alive. And, as long as I'm alive, so will D. B. Cooper. And Dillinger. And Karpis. And many, many more.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
In which I talk about fashion
Let's get one thing straight: I have no idea about fashion. A lot of the time, I flip through those sections of my magazines without even a second glance because a) I don't really care and b) the clothes are just not my taste.
I don't really a have a "style," so to speak. I guess if I had to label it, it would be comfortable mixed with conservative-classy, with hints of edge every now and then. Yeah, I tend not to fit anywhere, really. But that's okay.
So why am I talking about this?
Last Friday, I went to my charity event in a beautiful dress that I looked pretty damn good in. But I didn't feel comfortable. I knew I looked good but I felt like I was faking it, like this wasn't me. Like I was pretending to be someone I wasn't. Luckily, my friend was there and kicked my butt about saying so and I enjoyed the night.
But!
I realized that clothes that typically are supposed to make girls feel beautiful: prom dresses, wedding dresses, that sort of thing; and sexy: mini skirts, short dresses, don't really make me feel that way, whether I know I look good in them or not.
As such, I found that the clothes I feel sexy in are simply jeans and a t-shirt, flip flops, converses, or a pair of amazing boots. That's me. My hair's down. I have minimal if any makeup on. I can't explain why, but in that outfit, I have swagger. In a cocktail dress, I'm afraid everyone can tell I'm pretending.
And then this led to an even bigger realization - which, for you fashion people, is probably common sense and I apologize for my ignorance - Fashion isn't about what you wear, but what you feel when you wear clothes.
Confidence is sexy, and I feel confident in jeans. Ergo, if I'm meeting someone important - a hockey player, perhaps? - I should probably dress jeans. No, I probably won't reveal too much skin and thus won't be dubbed as 'sexy,' but I'll be myself and as cheesy as that sounds, that's what matters.
So wear whatever it is that makes you comfortable. Be confident, because when you are, you shine.
*On a related note, my mother and I were heading to the grocery store, and I turned to her and said, "I feel like a supermodel today." She turned to me and said, "You should feel like a supermodel every day."
So every time I step out of the house, I try and think like that: I don't care if I'm wearing sweats or jeans or a sundress, I pretend I'm a supermodel on a runway. And you should feel that way too because in one way or the other, aren't we all supermodels? (Okay, I know, I know, that was bad.)
I don't really a have a "style," so to speak. I guess if I had to label it, it would be comfortable mixed with conservative-classy, with hints of edge every now and then. Yeah, I tend not to fit anywhere, really. But that's okay.
So why am I talking about this?
Last Friday, I went to my charity event in a beautiful dress that I looked pretty damn good in. But I didn't feel comfortable. I knew I looked good but I felt like I was faking it, like this wasn't me. Like I was pretending to be someone I wasn't. Luckily, my friend was there and kicked my butt about saying so and I enjoyed the night.
But!
I realized that clothes that typically are supposed to make girls feel beautiful: prom dresses, wedding dresses, that sort of thing; and sexy: mini skirts, short dresses, don't really make me feel that way, whether I know I look good in them or not.
As such, I found that the clothes I feel sexy in are simply jeans and a t-shirt, flip flops, converses, or a pair of amazing boots. That's me. My hair's down. I have minimal if any makeup on. I can't explain why, but in that outfit, I have swagger. In a cocktail dress, I'm afraid everyone can tell I'm pretending.
And then this led to an even bigger realization - which, for you fashion people, is probably common sense and I apologize for my ignorance - Fashion isn't about what you wear, but what you feel when you wear clothes.
Confidence is sexy, and I feel confident in jeans. Ergo, if I'm meeting someone important - a hockey player, perhaps? - I should probably dress jeans. No, I probably won't reveal too much skin and thus won't be dubbed as 'sexy,' but I'll be myself and as cheesy as that sounds, that's what matters.
So wear whatever it is that makes you comfortable. Be confident, because when you are, you shine.
*On a related note, my mother and I were heading to the grocery store, and I turned to her and said, "I feel like a supermodel today." She turned to me and said, "You should feel like a supermodel every day."
So every time I step out of the house, I try and think like that: I don't care if I'm wearing sweats or jeans or a sundress, I pretend I'm a supermodel on a runway. And you should feel that way too because in one way or the other, aren't we all supermodels? (Okay, I know, I know, that was bad.)
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Quick update
Um, hi.
I'm sorry I've been AWOL lately. My mother and I have both experienced unrelated, non-life threatening medical emergencies which have rendered me pretty much without a social life (and missing one hockey game) more so than usual and running around doing everything since my mother couldn't. My poor car, unused to this new strain, died so it's being towed to my auto shop today.
This, of course, has resulted me in missing more classes than I would have liked (though, realistically speaking, I don't like to miss class at all).
Which has subsequently resulted in me dropping out of NanoWriMo. Inspiration has run dry, as Natalie Imbruglia, would sing and I simply don't have the time. However, hope is not lost: once I finish with finals, I plan to use my three-ish weeks of winter break to make up for it.
Speaking of which, I registered for classes next quarter: 4 classes back-to-back, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I've never crammed all my classes on two days a week before, but since I refuse to take night classes, that's how it ended up. We'll see what happens...
Yesterday night, Jeshicka and I went to my hockey charity event. It was fun but not what I expected. I met a lot of the players - all of whom were extraordinary - and we had a fun night. And no, I didn't even have to use any of my pre-planned conversations.
Today is my mother's birthday. Me and my brother got her some spa gift certificates - which she needs and totally deserves - and a card.
Finally, the Ducks have only won 2 out of their last 14 games. It totally bums me out because I know they're better than this, but I have faith that they'll pull through. Somehow they always do.
I'm sorry I've been AWOL lately. My mother and I have both experienced unrelated, non-life threatening medical emergencies which have rendered me pretty much without a social life (and missing one hockey game) more so than usual and running around doing everything since my mother couldn't. My poor car, unused to this new strain, died so it's being towed to my auto shop today.
This, of course, has resulted me in missing more classes than I would have liked (though, realistically speaking, I don't like to miss class at all).
Which has subsequently resulted in me dropping out of NanoWriMo. Inspiration has run dry, as Natalie Imbruglia, would sing and I simply don't have the time. However, hope is not lost: once I finish with finals, I plan to use my three-ish weeks of winter break to make up for it.
Speaking of which, I registered for classes next quarter: 4 classes back-to-back, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I've never crammed all my classes on two days a week before, but since I refuse to take night classes, that's how it ended up. We'll see what happens...
Yesterday night, Jeshicka and I went to my hockey charity event. It was fun but not what I expected. I met a lot of the players - all of whom were extraordinary - and we had a fun night. And no, I didn't even have to use any of my pre-planned conversations.
Today is my mother's birthday. Me and my brother got her some spa gift certificates - which she needs and totally deserves - and a card.
Finally, the Ducks have only won 2 out of their last 14 games. It totally bums me out because I know they're better than this, but I have faith that they'll pull through. Somehow they always do.
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