How to survive 2017 (because we all know 2016 sucked)

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What if the zombie apocalypse suddenly became real? One day you wake up and BAM! Lots of bloodthirsty (meat thirsty?) non-humans all around you. Or — or what if vampires and werewolves took over the human population, reigning over us, and we have to suffer the consequences of their repeating feud? (God forbid we see a ton of sparkly Edward Cullens going around. I am okay with vampires but I draw the line on SPARKLY vampires.)

With all the s**t that happened last year, it seems like anything is possible. Short of waving my wand and chanting something for peace here on Earth, here are some things that we can all do in order to stay sane this year. They are, admittedly, small things. Their effects, however, will benefit you in the long run.

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Something New: The Maroon Dispatch, Vol. I

I have been such a space case the past couple of months that I completely forgot I was working on something. A writing project, if you will. It started very spontaneously. So spontaneously that I wrote it down on our dining table, the words easily seeping out of the black gel pen that I so highly favor. I still remember that feeling I got while writing it down: electric, seemingly charged. Lightning coursing through my veins. Before I knew it, I had created a newsletter about a fictional place I created for my finished story.

Long story short, to spare you from painful ramblings: I was struggling with continuing that story. I was in the middle of book two and I just stopped. I was in a slump. No scene seemed fit or exciting. The characters were uninspired. I was ready to stop writing altogether and just numb my brain with junk food and reality TV shows. But then I started writing this… dispatch. I didn’t know which direction it would take. I just started writing about one of Maroon Island’s folklores. (Maroon Island is the fictional place I mentioned.) It picked up from there. This has been written last August, but I still want to share it with you. I’m hoping it’ll come across as unsettling yet fascinating. Here, dig in:

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THE MAROON DISPATCH 8/15

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2017 So Far

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The middle of January of this new year went by in a daze, armed with promises dipped in glitters of rose and gold. That and a couple of books read. My penchant for horror has not diminished and it looks like a part of me is dead set on getting some exercise afters years of lazy, sloth-like sedentary lifestyle. It’s too early to say anything as if it’s set in stone. A part of me still fears and worry that this year will pull awful stunts on me yet again, but a bigger part of me refuses to cave in to that fear. Entertaining thoughts of it is one thing. But dwelling on it and letting it hold me back is a different thing altogether. If 2016 taught me something, resilience is one of them. And I am grateful for that.

“Some men never
die
and some men never
live
but we’re all alive
tonight”
— Charles Bukowski, 1813 – 1883

Little bits and pieces of my life, myself have been rearranging quietly. And I like that. I like the feeling of moving forward. It’s exhilarating and freeing. I have always been the type of person who needs to feel good inside before manifesting it physically, if not in tangible ways. I can never be that person who dresses up well while feeling like shit. I mean, if I feel awfully awful… Let’s just say that if I could get away with it, I would put on a makeshift dress consisting of newspapers and glue (and it’s not even the colored or glitter type of glue) and pair it with slippers made with cardboard and colored strings. With that in mind, together with all the lessons I have learned last year, I try to become more conscious of the projects I choose to throw myself into. And while I am not busy shuffling towards my personal goals, I dive into these:

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