May 092019
 

Describe your writing routine

At the moment, I would say I don’t have an actual routine for writing, but I am trying to work on that – thus this challenge.

However, I do write ‘morning pages’ as soon as I wake up almost every morning. I keep my journal by my pillow so that I don’t have to make much effort to pick up my pen.

When I do want to do a proper writing session, then I hunt for an ideal cafe. After ordering my cup of inspirationβ˜•οΈ, I soak in the bustling noises to center my mind on the writing and let me mind go.

I often am best able to write and focus when there are distractions as being in silence tends to make space for my own mind to drift. Blocking out noise gives the busy back part of my mind something to do so that I can get the words out. This is has been my way for studying and working throughout my life.

So, while I should probably find a better routine, this one seems to be working. However, I’m looking forward to reading what others do.

~T πŸ˜€

May 082019
 

What is the first/worst job you ever had?

My first ‘real-world’ job was also my worst job. 🀣

Growing up, my parents and I always had an agreement that I did not need an outside job as long as I kept up my grades and worked on the family blueberry farm during the summers. I got an allowance and the arrangement suited us all. πŸ€‘

However, the summer before I headed off to university, for some reason I decided to try something different. πŸ€·πŸ½β€β™€οΈ

Since ‘N’ was my favorite place to shop, I thought it might be fun to work there as well. So, I applied for a position knowing that they often needed extra help during the anniversary sales.

After successfully gaining employment and undergoing high-quality training as they liked to remind us regularly throughout, πŸ’ͺ🏽 I was placed in one of the two coveted departments – lingerie – as a sales associate.

This department along with shoes were supposed to be the best to work in since commission was always high for any sales made due to the product prices. However, what training did not cover was how to deal with the cutthroat nature of the senior sales associates.

Additionally, no amount of training can change the spots of an introverted leopard.

Therefore, I lasted less than two months, πŸ™…πŸ½β€β™€οΈ claiming I needed to prepare for going to university. I didn’t make it to the anniversary sales period and it never occurred to me to transfer to another department or to continue at another branch closer to my university once I moved.

Instead, I wisely deemed it my first, last and only sales position to ever enter my work history and have continued to be thankful that my career took me down a different path.

I am in awe of people who can do that kind of work regularly and enjoy it. It’s just another example of how we all have our different strengths and weaknesses. We just need to learn how to harness what we are best at and go forward in that direction. πŸ˜‡πŸ₯°

~T πŸ˜€

May 072019
 

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

So… I had never heard the term ‘pantser’ before this prompt, πŸ€·πŸ½β€β™€οΈ but a quick search clarified this for me.

Along with the definition came the option of a ‘plantser’, which is a combination of the two and my answer. πŸ‘πŸ½

Despite being a plotter in every other aspect of my life with a minimum of 15 alarms throughout the week to guide my daily activities, πŸ€¦πŸ½β€β™€οΈ my writing is the one area where I do not plan or even pretend to plan. πŸ™€πŸ€”

I suppose that if I were to actually plot out my stories that I might successfully finish a full one enough to an acceptable ending. 😜 However, life is an unfinished tale and so I struggle with forcing a story into a predetermined plot even though I know that is indeed how stories get told.

So, I go in this circle of plot or pant. πŸ”„

One thing I do know is that being a pantser tends to require more editing than a plotter might need, but I’m quite comfortable with just writing ✍️ when the mood hits me and the words flow.

Thus, the short answer is ‘plantser’. 🀩

~T πŸ˜€

May 062019
 

Share your writing genre

I dare to say that if I have one, my genre is creative nonfiction.

Most of my published works, whether creatively or professionally, would likely be considered nonfiction.

Although a piece I’ve been working on for many years is fictional, it is loosely based on truth.

However, all of my other writing is the telling of experiences – either mine or others. The types of stories I like to read these days also fall into this genre.

In my younger days, I reveled in the fantasy worlds and escaped to fictional realities so far removed from my own. Yet, as I have defined myself and traversed the world 🌎 absorbing not only my own stories, but those whom I have met, it has become clearer that humans are tellers of stories.

The more stories I hear, the truer the sayings are that ‘truth is stranger than fiction’ or ‘sometimes you just can’t make sh@t up’.

So, while I continue to respect and consume those who can make fiction come alive, I am drawn to creatively writing the true stories of this crazy life. 😜

May 052019
 

Who is a woman writer who inspires you?

My favorite authors are generally male.

Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Patterson, Chaucer, Shakespeare, etc. are some of my favorites.

However, along similar lines I have loved female writers like Bronte, Alcott, Austen, Tartt, Atwood, Morrison, Rand, and more.

The female authors I prefer tend to be more contemporary or modern reads rather than the classics.

Still, to choose one author would be basically impossible let alone a female one.

I suppose that I could admit that I once wrote Danielle Steele an email expressing my youthful enjoyment of her novels with strong female characters and asking for advice on how to become a writer – which I never fully followed. :/

Recently, I wrote about Michelle Obama’s book that inspired me, which is a rare occurrence.

However, no one particular person comes to mind as I’ve read so many amazing writers male and female.

Mostly, I am inspired by the strength of those who can and are willing to share their stories whether fiction or non. πŸ™‚

~T πŸ˜€

May 042019
 

Today’s prompt:

What’s your writing snack?

Interesting question and not sure I have a writing food. However, a good cup of coffee is a must for my writing sessions.

Something about the scent of coffee helps me focus my mind to write. Without it, I feel as if a writing session is incomplete. πŸ˜›

~T πŸ˜€

May 032019
 

Share a photo of your writing space

My writing space is almost always in a cafΓ© – a Starbucks’ one at that.

Since most of my adult life has been spent away from my home country, I fell in love with the Starbucks’ experience early on when I felt homesick and craved the essence of America. Sitting in a Starbucks’ cafΓ© would often satisfy that yearning just enough to keep me going.

One might suggest that lots of cafΓ©s can offer the same kind of experience, but I’m afraid I shall have to disagree. While I do enjoy the coffee (not so much the food), because I know I’ll always get decent coffee for a decent price, it is the space that brings me back every time. I can go to any location and know I can find a place to sit, work, and observe.

When I want to write, I like to be alone amongst many.

At a leadership training once, I found myself ‘profiled’ into a group of strong leaders who like to be behind the scenes. We were called the puppeteers because we could control the situation from above or behind.

This is true for me.

I like to sit and observe others. I write their stories in my head. Creating scenarios for people as they study, work, chat, read, or mutually stare at others feeds my creative monster that needs to write.

For some reason, Starbucks’ cafΓ©s attract a certain kind of person, so it is there that I feel the most comfortable.

Thus, it is in the midst of all the noises and passing of people that I often find my own world comes alive to write.

~T πŸ˜€

May 022019
 

While I’m in the flow….

Favorite motivational quote.

“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.” ~Aristotle

I do not know if this counts as a motivational quote, but it has been one of my favorite quotes since I was in college and fell in love with Aristotle’s teachings.

Although in college I really disliked my friends’ elitist attitude as I found it a way of puffing themselves up more than an expression of standards, I have perhaps come around to what they may have really meant.

I believe that anyone can be whatever version of greatness they want to be – according to their own definition of it. I also believe that everyone should strive to be better than who they currently are as there is always improvement to be made within ourselves. This is achieved through discipline and repeated behavior towards this betterment of the self.

For me, this quote has motivated me to do my best to maintain a high self-standard, which does often overflow to those with whom I surround myself – unfortunately for them? πŸ˜›

I do not apologize nor do I consider another option. As my father likes to say, “It’s hard to soar with eagles when you walk with turkeys.” This sounds a bit harsh, and I believe I have a bit more compassion and empathy for others than the quote might suggest. However, I do hold people to a very high standard.

Admittedly, I probably hide my elitist attitude (even from myself at times) as I’ve learned that it does not always serve me in relationships. In fact, I lost a friendship because of my lack of compassion and empathy since I had overestimated the understanding that I thought we had in how I view the world. While I am deeply saddened by the loss, I do not regret it in full.

In a recent conversation about this, it was suggested that perhaps I should be more flexible in my attitude knowing that my standards are impossible. However, I disagree. Instead, I consider it a challenge to continue to hold myself to excellence and encourage others around me to do the same.

My circle of friends is small, but it is not non-existent and I’m happy with it. There might be times when I’m lonely for my inflexibility, but I would much rather be lonely than constantly disappointed in myself or those whom I might call friends.

This way of thinking is also why I write. Through my written word, I can better explain my mind and view of the world. Time can be taken to process the words rather than the instant repelling of what I am saying.

For truly, who does not want to achieve and be excellent? To achieve and be, how else should it be done? As habit.

‘Nuff said.

~T πŸ˜€

May 012019
 

It seems suitable to kick off May and also restart my concerted effort to write regularly again with a challenge by #whyshewrites – as first noticed by a fellow writer @kamsinkaneko from #theslowpath.

I have been meaning to get myself back into the habit, but, well, excuses abound and one thing leads to another so that time passes without me sitting down to the computer and posting.

There are pages written in my journal, but it is not quite the same as processing it enough to post for general consumption.

In any case, here is first of the challenge:

Share the reason why you write.

When I first began writing, it was to remember what was happening in my life. Things were always changing, people were coming and going, but I could not keep it all straight in my eight-year-old mind. My memories were fleeting, which I somehow understood was not normal for my age.

Besides that, I did not have a lot of friends to reminisce with as they would get left behind whenever I had to move. So, writing became a kind of friend for me.

As time went on, I wrote for my sanity. I realized I was an introvert and people did not always understand me when I tried to verbally express myself. So, I took to writing.

In school, I found that my writing connected with people. Thus, it became the way my voice could be heard and a sharing of my personality.

Then, writing became a necessity. Without my journal, I would probably have jumped off the ship of life long ago. Even though no one will likely read all of my words, at least I get them out of my head in some form. It’s a way of processing and organizing my thoughts so that I can try to express the crazy in a way others might be able to comprehend. In this way, I can test out my random thoughts in a more ‘normal’ way.

These days, I write with the intention of building a discipline to eventually write the stories of my life experiences to share with the world. As I talk with more people, I have come to accept that my life has a uniqueness that might have some value in sharing with others.

Although my life is not yet structured in a way to write full-time (or maybe it’s another excuse?), I am trying to create the best structures and patterns (though it’s a constant struggle) to be able to reach my lifelong dream of writing the story of my life.

So, this is why I write.

~T πŸ˜€

May 062018
 

It’s the end of “Golden Week”, which is a bit of a misnomer because you don’t actually get theΒ whole week off unless you take the two days in the middle of the week as vacation. However, it has been nice to have a bit of a break from the usual routine.

We started the ‘week’ a bit early with my work trip to NagoyaΒ last week. M came down the last day to meet clients and then we had a free day to hang out and explore the city a bit. We came home for the three-day weekend that technically starts “Golden Week” and were able to relax even though M worked the Monday-holiday. I got the beginnings of a cold, I ended up relaxing most of the day and my body tricked me into believing I had gotten off easy and the cold had gone away.

During Tuesday and Wednesday, I was at work dealing with some position transition stress on top of trying to get a textbook updated – which is not done despite my best attempts. Although I brought it home with me, I decided against starting that habit….

Anyway, after a great night out with my BFF on Wednesday, I knew that the cold was coming back. Still, I fought through as I was determined to do our day trips as planned.

Thursday’s visit to Kamakura was lovely and the big ol’ Buddha didn’t give me the same eepy-creepies as it used to in my younger days.

Although I think I may have climbed Mt Takao before, it was fun to do it with my crazy hubby on Friday. It was especially nice to be out in a natural environment with some fresh air away from the city grime.

Unfortunately, pushing myself made my body tell me more strongly that I needed to rest. So, despite planning a beach trip on Saturday, the 2.5hr train ride was enough to convince us both that a day to relax was probably best. Still, we were not idle, we headed in to Tokyo and wandered the streets of Omotesando.

Today being the last day of the long weekend, we have done our household chores and I am catching up on writing whilst preparing mentally for the new week ahead. My cold is on its way out, but my body is still telling me to rest up.

Therefore, our first “Golden Week” has been a much-needed rest from daily life and a chance to just enjoy the days.

I have finally just started to be able to think a bit more clearly and to piece together thoughts that I have put off or been distracted from lately. My tech-detox has returned (aside from using the computer to write) for the day. If I have picked up my phone it has been to make connections with real people rather than just mindlessly surfing the Internet.

Lately, I have felt like I have been drifting through time and space. So, I need to read more pointedly and write more regularly. The weather is amazing and I am determined to appreciate it fully.

Life is truly good and ‘golden’!

~T πŸ˜€

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