Home again, Home again!

Sorry for the long break between posts guys.  I recently moved back home to get some relaxation, which is going well by the way.  My sister and I used the trip home as a last little vacation.  We were very fortunate to see the Grand Canyon, Hoover Dam, Walnut Canyon, Petroglyph National Monument,  and Blue Hole.  I sure there was more but it was just so overwhelming that something might have gotten lost in the craziness of everything.


That trip was one of the most wonderful things I have ever done.  The Grand Canyon and Walnut Canyon are  the most beautiful places I have ever witnessed.  So pretty in fact it was hard to even believe that they truly exist; prettier than any picture one can see.  I never thought something so real could be so beautiful.  They had such a huge impact on me spiritually, because I am part Indian.  Even though I am Cherokee and that is Hopi country, it still gave me a sense of those people.  Not only that, but while at Walnut Canyon, I got a wonderful idea for a short story I hope to write soon.  So as soon as I have more free time, I will add some photos from our trip.


Right now there is a lot of unpacking and getting settled in going on. I have to say, being at home is quite strange.  I haven't lived in my hometown for 5 yrs, so things are hard to get used to.  I didn't know how much I really missed it until living out in CA.  The sound of crickets, frogs, and even the wind blowing in the trees, is something I never thought I took for granted until then.  The moment I got home, my mom was waiting in the rock road drive way for me as I pulled up.  I missed seeing her.  We have always been very close to each other; like best friends.  Until about 11 pm that night, we sat outside on the wooden swing and just talked about everything.  Being there in the dark, while the wind rushed through the trees, and the Cicada's acoustically played for us was just more than any words can express.


The feeling of just sitting there in the wide open of the country just stripped away all of stress of everything the last couple months.  I was meant to be there at that very moment, realizing its the one place that makes me feel full of life.  Something happened to me on that trip.  Something inside me awoke and life just seemed so different.  I could finally see what was most important in life and what mattered to me as a person.  I looked at everything for granted and didn't fully "see" until those recent moments.  I guess in a way I finally learned "to stop and smell the roses."

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Packing...and more Packing

Today was packing day.  You never realize how many things you have collected until you decide to move.  We, my sister and I, haven't been in CA long, 4 months, but we did unpack our things while we were here.  I have to say that it has been way easier packing this time around than the mess of moving here.  We left half our things from our other apt at our parents house, only taking what we could fit in our own cars.  This time around, we have less stuff and a smaller apt, meaning less junk strung about.


I am quite surprised at how much I think I am going to miss it here.  The last month I have been begging to go back home and get away from all these crazy people (nothing bad for all you Cali people).  I felt like I failed in my other career if I went home though.  I didn't want to go back to everyone and say that only after 4 months of being here,  I just up and came back home.  But being here has changed me drastically.  I love my other career, of course, but being here has made me realize how much I love to write.  I have met new, exciting people, plus wonderful places I never would have seen if I didn't come all the way here.


Before, I felt this was a worthless trip here, then I thought about it, and I never would have seen what would be my setting for my novel.  The first week of being here, working on a gig, I found the exact location I dreamt in my head.  Half the things I thought about for my novel would have never happened unless I was standing in the exact places I was in.  It just shows you that even the negative, crazy moments in life teaches you the most about living.

As I sit here...

I am trying to think of what to say.  I haven't blogged in the last couple days since I have been busy packing.  I am moving from Oceanside, CA to my home town.  I need some time to get away from all the noise and re-think my life.  That sounds like I am completely lost but I am really not.  I mean, I am with where my career is headed, but heck I don't know really what I am all lost about.  I just know that I am and I need to figure things out.

Morning Pages

Not sure if anyone else has been doing these wonderful Morning Pages, but I recently started up a writing journal of sorts.  I thought that if I sat down once a day and got all of the clutter out of my head, writing my novel would be a little more easier.  I have been doing it only a couple of days and I have already noticed a big difference.


Then today, while rummaging around the net on my phone, I found a forum mentioning a book called The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron, so I drove my way to the book store to take a look through it.  I must say, so far it has been one of the most helpful books I have looked at in awhile.  Usually, the books I seem to buy about writing is about technique, rather than this this book focusing on finding your creativity.


I have seemed to have lost my creativity in the last few months and, I have to admit, I blame it on moving here to CA.  Not that I don't like it here, of course, but I am used to the wonderful mysterious weather and country back home.  I grew up in a very small town where you couldn't even see your neighbors house from your door step.  When I lived there, I hated it.  Now that I am grown, moved around so much, I miss it more than I ever thought I would.  The sound of the birds and roosters joyfully waking you up in the morning, telling you a new day has arrived, is something I took for granted.


Now that I live in the sunshine state, for the second time of my life, I feel, just as much as I did the first time if not more, that this is not the right place for me.  There isn't really anything surprising about living here.  The weather, of course, is beautiful, but there is no surprise to it; no creativity.  Its the same everyday you wake up.  I think trying to make myself fit in here has sucked all the life, plus creativity, out of me.  I want to go home to the animals, the beautiful colored trees, fresh gardens, and people who actually care about you and how your day was.  Maybe when I get that back my writing and creative juices will flow back into me.  Maybe then, I will find myself again.

Blogs, Blogs, and MORE Blogs!

So today has been quite uneventful as usual, who would have guessed that.  In other news, this blog thing has seemed to have taken over my world.  I am not meaning my own blog, but reading other blogs.  I knew this is the new "In" thing to do but I didn't realize how much valuable information there is on these things.  And, who would have guessed they would be as entertaining as they are.


There are Blogs on everything you can think of, but for the moment I really enjoy hearing about the lives of Authors.  In a way, I guess you could say, that I am one of those Blog Stalkers.  I am constantly keeping eyes on certain Blogs in hopes they will post something at that very moment I am checking on them.  I never figured that I would be so obsessed with them (blogs that is, not authors, or am I...).  I love to read how other writers get their thang on.  It's interesting to hear the trials and tribulations from each author as well as the crazy other things that happen in their daily lives.


Speaking of obsessions...this book I am writing is all I seem to think about for the last couple of months.  I have mapped out certain aspects of the story, plus I have done all the character sheets for each person.  They, the characters, bug me every waking, even un-waken, moment but when I sit down to write, it seems they just shut up.  I am not quite sure as to why this is happening.  Maybe I need to skip ahead of what I have already written and see if I can catch them in the story there.  I feel I am describing things a little to much in detail and its even starting to bore me to the point the writing has just stopped.  If I skip ahead and come back to that section or break that section up throughout the story, it may seem a little easier to handle.  I love detail but I think there is a drawing point I need realize before I, as well as other readers, hit the snooze button.


So onward I trek into a fast forward scene in the book.  Pray that it helps!!  *fingers crossed a lil' to tightly*

Ahh Ha It's The Begining!

Yep this shall be the first of many posts from my crazy self. I am new to the blogging world until recently when I began reading some amazing Author blogs. I have since been completely engrossed reading them at any moment I am bored, in hopes of finding as much valuable information as I can.


I am currently writing my very first novel after many years of writing poetry in secret. I have always been an avid reader and, like many others before me, have decided to branch out and write the stories that are swimming around in my head. I created this blog to connect with myself as I take this insane journey of writing my first novel, while meeting other writers and maybe help eachother out along the way.


Ps...Please bare with me as I figure blogging out and get in the swing of things.

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