Posts made in December, 2014

Projects!

Posted by on Dec 31, 2014 in Life in Writing, new writing, projects, updates | 0 comments

Projects!

Now that I’m met with a little more free time before the little one arrives, I’m going to focus on some of my ongoing, current, in-the-works, and brand new projects! Without school in the way, I actually have time to work on them. Population: 1 I know this project has actually been complete for some time, but I’ve been in a slow process of re-purposing the project to something a little different. It was intended, originally, to be an interactive blog, but since I’ve discovered Twine and how to use it, I’ve learned that Population: 1 was meant for that platform all along! So, it is slowly being re-purposed to a game. If you want to check out the original blogs in the meantime, you may understand what I mean! Hilda Hobbletoes This is a project I’m really excited about! I’ve teamed up with local artist Lis Plante, who is doing some beautiful artwork, and we’re slowly but surely crafting a world of gnomes, fantasy, and adventure. Our main character is a gnomish miner named Hilda Hobbletoes, and her adventure will also be on Twine. We’re starting with one story for now, but we’re going to see where that takes us, and perhaps move on from there. Short Story Challenge I might be crazy for doing this, but I signed up for a short story competition that will begin the week after my due date. My short stories have been pretty stagnant lately, though, so this will be a fun challenge. Plus, maybe being in the “sleep-deprived new mom” stage will make for some interesting, if a bit weird, short story ideas… A Couple of Dreamers I’ve been working on this novel for a couple of years now, and I hope to have the draft completed in the near future. It’s a short novel, directed at kids around 12-14 years old. The novel went on the back burner while I focused on school this year, but I’m hoping to pick it back up and complete it before long. Retail Hell This one has been on the very back burner–more like under the broiler on low, if you will. I’ve had the concept of a retail-based webcomic in mind for nearly three years now, but being that I’m no artist, I haven’t gone past the planning stages. I hope to change that eventually, but for now, I’m just gradually adding to the story as time goes on. Those are all of my current, large-scale projects. I’m really excited about all of them, but if I had to pick a favourite, it would likely be Hilda’s story. It’s exciting to be collaborating with other artists doing work I’m interested in, and Lis has been a pleasure to work with! Please follow and like...

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2014 has been a big year.

Posted by on Dec 26, 2014 in death in the family, Doctor Stella Muriel Cooper, family, Life in Writing, Nana, poetry, pregnancy, reflection, Year in review | 0 comments

At this point last year, my life was a little up-in-the-air, and it was very different than it is now. I was managing a store and studying part-time. Early November heralded the very beginning of the holiday season, so I was training new temporary staff while trying to finish final papers. I had already decided to go back to school full-time and step down from my current position to facilitate that, but that wouldn’t be until January. My hair was bright blue–this doesn’t seem like that big a deal, but it had been that way for a year and a half. When January arrived, things changed rapidly. I took two weeks off from work to transition to full-time school, and started working part-time, as a regular employee, after that two-week period was up. This was a big change for me, as I had been managing the store in question for two and a half years and hadn’t been to school full-time for more than five years. It was very weird, but it felt good to be back at school, even if it was stressful. I was used to a fast pace and used to deadlines from work, but this was a little bit different. From time to time, I like to see a friend of mine for a Tarot reading. I don’t have any real kind of belief system and don’t subscribe to any religion, typically, but there’s something really interesting about Tarot that has me going back to it. I like that, regardless of what you believe, the cards can give you a different perspective that you hadn’t thought of before. One morning in January, I had a reading with this friend, and we talked about my near future–job changes, what the Chinese New Year would bring, and my own personal changes. She mentioned to be aware of the Chinese New Year, as the Year of the Horse brings unpredictability. She also mentioned that I shouldn’t be in a rush to change jobs, and told me to an expect a timeline of a couple of months. Having such an extreme change in position at my job also felt weird. I was a bit uncomfortable with it, in some ways, so I ended up changing jobs in March–a timeline of a couple of months, as my friend had suggested. I fled to a locally owned and run natural health store that was both close to home, and close to the university. During this transition, I dyed my hair brown–a natural colour–for the first time in a year and a half. I started learning the ins and outs of the natural food and supplement market, but remain, even now, with so much to learn. I traveled with fellow English students to the Annual Atlantic Undergraduate English Conference, where I read my original poems in front of other English students from universities all over Atlantic Canada. It was a great opportunity and a chance for me to self-promote a bit, which proved to be difficult while juggling school with other responsibilities. The end of the winter semester finally came, and I couldn’t have been happier. It had been a very full and stressful semester, and I was worried about my marks up until the very last minute. I had spring and summer intersession coming up, but the worst part of the year was over. Spring intercession came on rapidly, and left as quickly as it had arrived, even though I was working as well. Spring session also felt like a bit of a blur because I found I was pregnant during that time. Suddenly, I had another responsibility to add to my already long list. Summer intersession seemed a bit longer, as I was also rehearsing for Julius Caesar, on top of working and the pregnancy. Nothing was sweeter than handing in my final paper for my summer course, having just closed Julius Caesar a few nights before, and then going on vacation from work a few days later. Suddenly, I was met with an abundance of free time, and though it didn’t last...

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Being pregnant isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

Posted by on Dec 15, 2014 in Life in Writing, pregnancy, reflection | 3 comments

Being pregnant isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

Society tells you a lot of things, and one of the things I have always understood is that being pregnant sucks. It comes with a plethora of aches and pains, illness and vomiting, constant fatigue and raging hormones. I never looked forward to being pregnant–it was something that was always kind of looming in the distance. That is, until I actually experienced it. The first few months were a bit rough; I’m not going to lie. I’m not much of a napper, and I napped a lot more during that time than I would in a whole year. But, though I was tired, I wouldn’t consider the exhaustion to be crippling. I also never really experienced morning sickness–I would be nauseous for maybe a half an hour a day, and either eating something or sucking on a Gin Gin would make the nausea fade as quickly as it had appeared. I never threw up once–which is great, because puking scares me. By week 8, I found myself wondering when the “real nausea” was going to kick in. I was surprised when, a couple of weeks later, it started to fade altogether. Now, I’m not trying to brag by any means, and I know that every pregnancy is different. It’s just that the warnings I had heard through just about every medium I can think of all led to “pregnancy sucks, and you will hate it”. And, to be honest, I really don’t hate being pregnant at all. Actually, I’m really enjoying my pregnancy. Except for the fact I can’t drink beer. I’m also not saying that I don’t have any symptoms, because I certainly do. For the first three and a half months or so, I was a bit of a hormonal mess. I cried a lot and my anxiety was especially pronounced. I was miserable because I couldn’t imagine getting through another five months of work before getting to maternity leave. But, I was also trying to plan for the future. We weren’t in a good financial position to have a baby, and we’re still not. I was actively in the process of finishing my degree before the baby gets here–which I’m on track to do, but the deadline and the stress were predominant throughout. Despite all this, though, my husband and I are very happy. Maybe the Beatles were on to something with “All you Need is Love”, after all. Other horror stories I had heard hearkened of rude people, offering unsolicited advice and asking judgmental questions. This is another thing that simply hasn’t happened, luckily. In fact, strangers are nicer to me than ever. I have people look at my belly, then up to me with a smile. Cashiers in stores I frequent ask excitedly about the due date, knowing that because I go there often, they’ll eventually see the baby. Customers at work–notably ones I’ve never met–seem genuinely excited for me. Even my yoga class instructors have been kindly suggesting alternative poses for me to assume and asking about my progress every chance they get. I even had a family come up to me and Brad to give us their Crystal Palace tickets so we could win something nice for our daughter-to-be. I also haven’t been quite as stressed out. Again, the concern of finishing school on time has been an ongoing threat, but it’s also been a reminder for me not to put too much pressure on myself. The pregnancy has also pressed me to get this website going–something I had been planning for some time, but hadn’t been pushing myself to see through. Knowing I won’t have to focus on work or school has been pushing me to be more creative, and I’ve even started a new writing project in a collaborative effort with someone else. I’ve taken better care of myself than ever before, which maybe sounds a little bad–but I’ve been trying to keep stretch marks away, been taking better care of my teeth, and attending multiple yoga classes per week. I’m at thirty-six weeks and I’m still managing to get to at least two yoga classes per week....

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