In previous life, I used to create and maintain my own website. I have little idea what happened to that girl — Oh, wait. I did. That girl was me and I remember EXACTLY WHY I stopped: Two Bs. Namely Budget and Broken heart. I am happy to say that both had improved immensely, especially for the second B. (Gawd. That was the messiest, the worst break-up ever.) Now guess what? I finally got a new website! YEAH! YAY!
I’m still in the middle of creating it, throwing in bits and pieces here and there. It’s going to have more posts that aren’t so random. *pause* Okay, maybe 40% random because let’s face it: There will be times when randomness cures boredom. Pretty sure you would still want to see posts about strangers sending me Facebook requests or Dear Bones. (Sshh. Don’t worry. I rather like Dear Bones, too. Oh, the sarcasm that column gives! Sometimes scorching, sometimes a mild flame.) So yeah. I’ll keep those random posts for you. You’re welcome.
Continue reading “Ahoy! Changes ahead!”
We Marooners seem to care less and less about what the “brr!” months are all about: crunchy orange leaves tinged with gold and brown, crips and nippy air all around, and anything cranberry. (Yes, the scent of bathroom cleaners included. Main Mall, I am looking at you.) Are we so wrapped up in our own thoughts, our 8 to 5 jobs, and our self-inflicted harmful thoughts that we are willing to overlook the beauty of October rushing in with the promise of more than chilly nights? The blessings of October that are centered on, but not limited to, great discounts on all things horror? And let’s not forget that during this time of the year, our folks over there at Brown Salts hold their classic take on The Midnight Convention. We all know what that means! Horror movie marathons, midnight zombie runs. ghost tours, séances, and that yummy apple pie made famous by Boothe’s. Definitely worth the two-hour trip to Brown Salts!
Let’s not forget November, where we hold the first week sacred for our dead loved ones. It also gets uncomfortably colder and colder. Better start stocking up on scarves and insulated gloves. Come December, we all breathe a collective sigh of relief. The weather doesn’t get less colder (on the contrary!) but all those pretty Christmas lights and colorful lanterns strewn just about everywhere are comforting consolations. Who could resist beautiful decorations, right? And if we are anything here at Maroon City, it’s this: Fashionable. Trend-setters. Hip to the core. Also, December gives us the perfect excuse to get drunk: Parties! And more parties! (Pro tip: Don’t get smashed during company parties. Chances are you’ll always regret what you’ve done. It’s The Morning After‘s leitmotif, regardless of whether you work at a law firm or a call center. Stick to wine, instead. It’s healthier, besides.)
Continue reading “The Maroon Dispatch, Vol. II”
When people find out that you are serious about writing, they sometimes think that we magically weave words out of thin air. But words are not easy half (most?) the time. We battle with self-doubt. We wrestle with our confidence. We think too much. We feel too much. All those thoughts and feelings and emotions swirling inside our hearts and minds make those words run away from us. Thankfully, we don’t all experience that at the same time. I’m really grateful for that fact because when my words run dry and I’m unable to write anything, when writing feels like pulling teeth with my bare hands, the words of others are either a comfort or a source of inspiration. Sometimes both. And that’s what this post is about: The beauty of words.
Talk may be cheap, but stringing words together to form a thought that resonates deeply in the human soul is never cheap. Never ever.
Talk, in everlasting words
And dedicate them all, to me
And I will give you all my life
I’m here if you should call to me
You think that I don’t even mean
a single word I say…
Continue reading ““It’s only words and words are all I have to take your heart away…””