A Corkscrew Past

•October 8, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Someone I used to know asked me to do them a favor when I moved across the country.

I agreed.

I brought something of theirs across 12 states and kept it clean and dry.

I don’t know why I agreed. This person had a history of self-interest and narcissistic behavior. I once thought I could call them my friend, but the more I noticed I didn’t matter and the world revolved around them, I left it at “acquaintance.” This acquaintance got into some trouble and asked if I’d drive them about 5 hours south of me. I was hesitant to give an immediate answer (though it was, “no.”) but luckily was not asked again. Since this acquaintance wanted the item requested, we had to meet up.

These plans to meet changed several times, regardless of when I worked or otherwise, until finally I met up with her, and was asked to drive her about an hour from where I’m staying. Fine.

I hadn’t seen this person in years. We were supposed to “catch up” and learn about the past 3 years in each of our lives. She was stuck in her phone, or her computer, or messing with her hair, the entire time we were together. While I was driving her to her destination, she barely uttered a word to me, instead texting some boy she was going to see again soon anyway.

I wondered how people could be so self involved. Everything she said or did was… why am I wasting breath on this?

All I really wanted to say was that watching these types of people makes you take a second glance at your surroundings. Don’t waste your time.


“I’ma Care For You”

•October 4, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Two days.

Already I have failed my poetry blog by going two days without a poem. I’m trying to challenge myself to writing each poem on that day. To choose an event from the day to write about and write about it differently than someone else might.

I hope to see the words in daily life again, like I used to. I used to listen to how other people spoke to each other, I used to think of another phrase for an overused one, or another way to describe an object or an event.

That was during a time when I called myself a “writer.” Can I still be considered one? All I do is keep a journal now, and pen occasional letters to friends. I hope to rekindle my poetry. My sister and I always spoke of publishing our works together. I wonder if that’ll ever happen. All we do is get older, and all it is, is still a dream.

“Won’t You Take Me as I Am?”

•October 1, 2015 • Leave a Comment


I can never say enough good things about October. What is it about this month, that just makes the world feel good? It is as if the air changes once the clock strikes midnight, an energy saturates it and blankets the world.

I love October.

I’ve met many people who agree but we can never quite place our finger on what is so spectacular about October. Of course it’s the true beginning of Autumn, the leaves are changing, pumpkin-spiced everything is arriving, scarves creep about our necks, familiar winter constellations show up in the night with two meteor showers, and All Hallows E’en awaits on its cusp. But does that explain the feeling of October?

Already I had my first run in months and I have begun my writing. Although I’m still stressed beyond belief, knowing it’s October, already makes it all feel better.


•September 30, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Is there a point to reviving a blog after a 3 year hiatus? I tried to recover it after a one year hiatus, and I that did not go over well.

As you well know, I keep a journal and it’s still going. You, however, have often been neglected. I just reread some entries though and realized it’s actually quite nice to reread these things from the past. Since no one reads this anyway, it’s mostly just for myself at this point.

I always come to you when I feel motivated, and ready to take on new projects. Last time it was a review blog. I had 3 reviews. And that was it. It’s a good idea (in my opinion) but I just can’t seem to continue it. My new idea is a poetry blog. I can write how I would here, but in some type of verse. This would be a way to keep me writing everyday. And it could revive my love of words, the way I used to see the world and interactions– each had a potential for lines on paper.

If I do this. Perhaps I could keep you both. One in cryptic poetic verse, the other in conversational nonesense.

Wish me luck this time.

HI-TEC-C by Pilot

•June 12, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I received a sample pen to review from the amazing site called jetpens.com.

My pen was a HI-TEC-C by Pilot. The ink is red gel ink, the tip is 0.4mm and the body is simple clear plastic.  The tip is one of those needle-type tips but it seems sturdy enough that it won’t bend or break.

At first, I thought the cap wouldn’t stay on the back but it actually just clicks into place. I like that because I always like my caps on the back, and it’ll insure that I won’t lose it!

The gel ink doesn’t skip or bleed through the page. It glides on well. This isn’t a pen that feels like slippery water on the page, the tip does made a scratchy sound but it doesn’t rip through or anything like that. I think it’s a matter of taste, whether you prefer super gliding ink or if you want to feel like the tip is actually touching the paper. I prefer the latter so this tip doesn’t bother me in the least.

I have been a fan of fine lines so the precision of the 0.4 tip is great.

I suppose my only real “negative” about this pen is the simple body. I don’t like super fancy pens with platinum or anything, but this plastic has little grooves  in it so the body isn’t entirely cylindrical, and the grip part is just parallel lines- no rubber or added grip, just plastic. I don’t really mind it, I’m just used to the Uni-bal Signo DX body so it’s a change. On the website, however, it seems that the HI-TEC-C’s can have an added grip if you prefer one– here are the ones with grip. Perhaps mine was an older edition.

Of course, if you’re interested, the Hi-TEC-C is available on jetpens.com in various colors, go check it out by clicking on the link to the general site, or on the first picture to go straight to this pen!

-First pen review!-

Soon to Change

•April 16, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Either this blog will become my reviewing blog or I’ll put this one away and start a new one. Not sure which yet but the change will come by May/June when I’m done with school and can focus on reviewing books and other things i come across. Probably pens, notebooks and things like that. If you enjoyed my Forgotten Garden review I hope you keep reading to find other books you may love and haven’t heard of, or find out more about a book you’re interested in. Thank you!

Ages– The Forgotten Garden

•March 11, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Yes, it has to have been about a year since I’ve last written in here. I think I either want to give it up, try to start afresh but keep the previous post, or start a new blog all over again… Or start nothing at all.

Truth be told, I wish to write on a blog between by cousin and myself but I can’t remember the password… So I return to you instead, however briefly that may be.

I wonder if I begin to write again, hopefully everyday, will I get the urge back?

Why am I writing in here? I should start a blog reviewing books, lets start practicing right now.

I just finished reading The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton.

I’ve been waiting to begin this novel, until after my exams, so that I could actually lose myself in it like I expected to do. I had read The Distant Hours by the same author over Christmas break and knew she was an author to respect. She has an amazing talent of story-weaving and a fabulous way with words. She takes us from the present to the future almost seamlessly and shows us life within three generations. I think that’s a rare skill.

The novel begins with a little girl left alone on a ship, waiting for someone to come back for her– no one does. She is found by a man who takes her in with his wife, and doesn’t tell her she wasn’t theirs until she turns twenty-one. Her life seems to flip upside-down and thus her quest begins to find herself. She doesn’t get the opportunity until she is in her sixties, however, when her father passes away and gives her the single item he found her with: a suitcase.

The author has the reader following the lost girl, Nell, in her sixties; her granddaughter, Cassandra, after her grandmother’s death; and a woman named Eliza, the writer of the book of Fairy Tales that’s found in Nell’s suitcase. The intricate story of Nell’s history that Cassandra hopes to uncover is weaved so well that you don’t understand the whole truth until the last fifth of the book, even as each page gives you a taste, a hint, it doesn’t come full circle until the author knows you’re ready to handle it.

With small excerpts, like one that must have been a five-minute scene between Nell and Cassandra when she was younger, the reader can see the relationships that are formed between her characters without over-explanation but still with a deep sense of understanding. Morton has a magnificent way of showing us the true character of her characters (pun-intended, perhaps) because she knows her characters so well, and her writing is so advanced, that it appears effortless. She’ll have you entranced by the story and slightly on-edge while you try to puzzle piece it together yourself.

The description of her garden can only make you wish you lived in the cottage on the estate yourself. Even in its broken down state, it’s a beauty to behold. The life inside the four walls makes you wish you had one of your own that you could retire to at anytime of the day just to relax and breathe.

If you’re looking for a good read with an entrancing and mesmerizing story, this is one for you. The mystery and allure of the characters and their dire secrets is enough to have anyone brewing endless pots of tea just to stay up all night to finish it.

Visit your local library or bookstore as soon as you get a chance, until then, stop by the author’s website here.

— there goes my first review attempt!