A Ramble, Because Sometimes It’s What We Need To Do

Here we are again, another silent month has passed by.

About a month ago I went on my first vacation since…honestly, I can’t remember when.  I should be able to remember a vacation, even with my faulty memory, so clearly it’s been too long.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t so much a vacation as an excuse to visit our old stomping grounds and eat.  Our family just happens to live there as well. 😉

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The whole reason, initially, for the trip was the Avenged Sevenfold and Metallica concert. Trying to squeeze too much in before leaving town caused us to be late, and an hour and a half to park caused us to miss Avenged all together.  How utterly disappointing.  The Sis had never seen Metallica, so at least there was that.

There was lots of sleeping, eating, laughing, and general relaxation.  All much needed.

Then there was Disneyland.  Oh, my happy place.  The first year The Sis and I arrived in Los Angeles we got passes and utilized them to the fullest.  I’d say, without exaggeration, we visited the parks or just Downtown Disney once a week, every week, for the whole year.  After we rescued our furkids, Disneyland became a distant memory.  Five years.  That’s a long time to go without.

Highlights of the day:

1) Getting massively soaked on the Grizzly River Run water ride and having to walk around for hours with clingy jeans.  Ew.

2) Shaking after riding the new Guardians of the Galaxy ride, which used to be the Tower of Terror.  I knew what I was getting into, and yet, I rode it again.  It’s sort of a blur because I was screaming like a loon and clenching onto whatever was in reach for dear life, i.e. my brother’s pant leg.

3) Having cocktails like grown-ups in Disneyland because it always makes me feel like I’m misbehaving.

4) Running into Thor and having him admonish me for “wearing the wrong tunic”.  I’m a Cap girl. 😉

5) Watching my brother’s girlfriend dance along side one of the hotrods from Cars only to be told to stop.  Ha!

6) Waiting for an unreasonable amount of time to meet Captain America because the cast members were excited to learn I have a Cap shield as part of my geek tattoo and encouraged me to take a picture.  He was adorable and stayed in character which allowed me to live out a minor fantasy. 😉 I met Steve Rogers!!

Non-highlight of the whole trip…having my car broken into and our bags stolen.  When I

went out to the car in the morning to load up more stuff, I stared at the window in doe-eyed wonder.  It didn’t register what had happened for like 12.7 seconds. Yes, thankfully it was only material things, but unfortunately, many of those items were irreplaceable.  Andthe kicker, of course my insurance didn’t cover anything, even the windows.  It left me depressed for about aweek.  I don’t spend a lot of money on myself, and so the things I lost had taken years to accumulate, and in an instant it was all gone*, including my new prescription glasses that I bought without insurance.  Slight upon slight.  (*This was before Harvey, you know, to give you some perspective.)

When we returned home, we had the annual crazy adventure known as Gishwhes. Unfortunately, our state of mind did not allow us to dig in and accomplish as much as we normally do.  With the knowledge that this may be the last hunt ever, we were disappointed that we couldn’t contribute more.

But…

On a positive note, upon returning to work I was offered a promotion.  I’m now an assistant manager at a job I like.  And because my new friends/coworkers felt so bad about what happened, they took up a small collection to help offset some of the cost to replace those stolen goods.  I cried.

So that was the first two weeks of August, the other two…huh.  What have I been doing?!  I’ve been working weird shifts, I’ve been cooking more, and there’s been lots of Game of Thrones, but two more weeks have passed in a blur.  I guess time flies whether you’re having fun or not. 😉

As for my writing, I’ve barely written a word.  I’m trying to find balance on this new path, and find a new story to be passionate about – something that drives me to “want” to sit at my computer after staring at one at work during the day.  Yes, I know, I’m supposed to show up with or without my muse, but right now I’m not even sure what story to tell.  It sort of sounds bad to say this out loud, but I kind of want to write some new fan fiction.  Any writing is good writing, right?

I hope you’ve all been well!  I’ve missed you!

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What Happens in Vegas Gets Blogged

Ladies night out.

In Vegas this is not an unusual occurrence.  There were at least 4 brides-to-be among the crowd.  But for me, well, that’s another story.  This is how it all began…

A young lady at work asks, “What are you doing Thursday night?”

I answer sort of skeptically because generally, I’m a flake, “This Thursday?  Nothing?  Why?”

“Wanna see some half naked men?”

I blink.  “Uh, yeah.”

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The ladies in our events department were given free tickets to the Thunder from Down Under.  For those of you unfamiliar with the show, it’s like Chippendales, with accents.  Well-muscled men dance and flex and pretty much tease the crowd into a frenzy of handsy, screaming, lose your inhibitions (mostly) women.

It’s a good time.

We ended up at what now seems like a strategically placed table, and for some reason The Sis and I ended up at the front of it.  In the line of fire, so to speak.  So it really should come as no surprise, but totally did, that for the first “grab a woman and drag her up on stage” moment, I was chosen.

Uh oh.

The seasoned dancer, “Alexander” was a big and burly guy with a full man beard, and was thankfully as tall as I was.  (You’ll understand why this is important later.)  Many of the other guys were quite slight in comparison.  He spun me around and made gestures that made the women squeal.  It was all a blur except for one thought, “Heels, don’t fail me now!”

He tells me to “relax”.

All right.  I know I’m at a show that induces women to forget themselves, and asks them to check their reserve at the door, but at this point, I had only had one drink.  And I’m half English.  This is about as relaxed as you, Alexander, are gonna get.

He sits me in a swivel chair and continues to dance, thrust, and gesture.  I’m like a deer in the headlights, not quite sure what to do.  I try to find my friends beyond the blinding light, and I can see hints of them waving their arms and screaming in encouragement.

I decide to ham it up.

I’m uncomfortable, and am one of those girls who would rather make conversation than feel them up.  This is their job.  Yes, they’re gorgeous, and sexy, and have accents, but do I really want to slide my hands up and down their sweaty flesh in front of a bunch of strangers?!  Well, when I put it that way…

No!

He tells me to relax, again.

I kind of what to yell at him that I am.

Another blur of seconds pass, and he tells me to hold on tight.  Ah, crap.  He’s going to attempt to pick me up.  And he does.  (At 6 feet tall, this is a huge bonus as pretty much everyone I know is unable to do this.  I swoon a little inside.)  I think I had my eyes squeezed tight out of fear, and clung onto him like a baby monkey, so it came as a surprise when he laid me down upon the stage.

More dancing happens.  All I can hear are the women screaming.  I’m sort of shell shocked.

He flips me over onto my stomach and I pose.  The ladies laugh.  After a few more moves, it’s over.  My heels are still a burden as he helps me up and embraces me in a sweaty hug and kisses my cheek.  I think I thanked him.  For what I’m not sure.  The memories?

He helps me navigate the stairs, because I’m both unnerved and embarrassed, and I fall back into my seat desperate for my drink.

My friends love the whole thing.  Later in the ladies room, I hear some of the women talking about me.  One of them tells me I should’ve taken more advantage of Alexander.  I kind of laugh it off, but I’m reassured by the fact that none of the other women taken up on stage did any groping either.

Maybe it’s that thing of having the spotlight on you when you haven’t sought it out.  You’re not prepared, you’re unsure.

Overall, it was a memorable evening.  There was a lot of laughter and I bonded with some of the ladies I work with.  The next day it was THE topic of discussion.  They had told everyone.  Even the GM had a few jokes for me.

So, you might be wondering what this has to do with anything I normally talk about here…well, the dancer sort of looked like a Dragon Age character, or two. 😉  He’s the third from the left, but I’m intrigued by the Chris Evans look-a-like who was sadly absent that evening.  Also, as the name of my blog suggests, I have a terrible memory, so what happens not only in Vegas, but anywhere really, goes viral, as a reminder. 😉

Quote of the Week

PassionIgnore the working out aspect of this quote (unless you’re also into that) and think on what the words mean.  Where do you spend this kind of energy?

Is it on your writing (or other form of art)?

I know I don’t always put such passion into my work, as any artist knows, not all days encourage such intensity of emotion, but most days, we should have it.

As a “yet to be professional” screenwriter, I’m passionate about everything I write because they are the stories I want to tell.  It’s my hope, in time, I will have the opportunity to feel this same intensity on a professional level.  Because if we’re not passionate about our art, then why are we doing it?

It’s a thankless path for the most part, well, at least until we “make it”.  It’s hard and it’s lonely and nobody cares about our struggles – their concern is for the final result, so we have to have passion.

I spoke with a fellow writer once who wanted to give up.  They hadn’t had any success and just didn’t feel the drive to continue.  My advice was to take a break and see if they missed it.  Like a relationship, which is pretty much what it is, a little perspective via distance can help a great deal.  Hopefully, a little time away will reignite the fire, but if not, they won’t waste any more precious time on something that doesn’t spark such emotion.

Because I believe that this is something we all want to find – something that drives us, something that we’re willing to give up sleep for, and let our minds wander off to…

So tell me.  What are you passionate about write now? 😉

Where Did May Go?!

Goodness.  Visiting my site and finding that the last post was back in April makes me feel like quite the lazy blogger.  Eek!  It’s June!  Not a single post in May?!  Now, I know I’ve been busy with the new job (no routine, weird hours), but I wasn’t compelled to share anything that happened last month?  Shameful.

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So I suppose I have to do a “look back” type post in order to remember years down the road from now what happened.

  1. The new job is among one of the best jobs in the service industry I’ve had.  There are great people to work with, there’s variety in the work, and the compensation is top notch!  I finally have a savings account..what a wonderful feeling.
  2. The new car is lovely again after a major accident that involved six cars after only a month of having her (not our fault).  She’s back in pristine condition, and I have to say, I made a great choice.  She’s getting a Dragon Age themed nickname because she’s a tank.  She took the hit like a champ. 😉
  3. The Sis and I got geek inspired sister tattoos. It My DA Tattoowas not a hurt I wish to endure again any time soon (even though I still have a few finishing touches needed), but in the end, worth it.  Yes, Dragon Age is a part of it because, of course!
  4. I took a small jaunt back to LA.  It was my first time on a plane in like five years, and it was the very first time I had ever been away from my furbabies overnight.  I need to use this newfound monetary-rewarding job to get out more often!
  5. My TV pilot finished in the finals of one contest, so I entered a couple more.  ((Crossing fingers))
  6. I finished the final in-canon chapters of the Dragon Age fanfic.  Finally.  I’d like to say I can move on, but now I have all those non-canon stories to tell.  ((Sigh))

I think that about covers it.

So, how are you?  I’ve missed you all, and will do my best to not let such a lapse occur again.  Anything exciting to share?

Wishing you all the best!

Where Does the Time Go?

I was scattered all last week.  It was my birthday, again, can you believe it?!  I asked for the day off because in the environment I work in, working on your birthday is grounds for  inflicted harm…on others.  I don’t care that you want a side of ranch with your fries, in fact, I hope you choke on those fries. Kidding.  Sort of.

In order to get my birthday off, I had to pick up another day in exchange.  This is the third rhairday off I’ve asked for in over a year and a half by the way.  So I had one day on, one day off – all week, hence, I got very little accomplished.  Although, I did manage to squeeze in this –>

The hair grows like a weed, and for a couple of reasons, I let it grow and grow until all the kids were calling me Rapunzel or Elsa.  With the birthday looming on the horizon, it was time to mix things up a bit.  Now I have to do my hair everyday.  Sigh.  😉

This week, I just haven’t been able to get to the computer.  I’m planning to cosplay this year, one of my 2017 resolutions, and I’ve been out hunting for supplies, tools, etc.  I thought I would share the process and the progress.  As a newbie, it will be interesting to see when I finally break down and cry.  More on that later.

And then there’s the writing.  Not much of that happened last week.  Actually, nothing happened last week.  This week I’ve turned my attention to finishing the first draft of a new screenplay.  I was about 45 pages in when I abandoned the project, and because of it’s theme, it’s rather timely, I should probably get back to that.  I’m giving myself a deadline…it is submission season after all.

How the time flies whether you’re having fun or not. 😉

How was your week?  I hope you’re doing better at reaching your goals than I did this past week.  Happy Writing!

I’m Back!

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Hello!  Hi!  How are you?

It may have appeared that I fell off the face of the earth, and in a few aspects that was true, but I’m back and feeling like my old self again.

For those of you who stuck around, “Thank You!”  And for you new followers, “Welcome!”  I’m thrilled you found me during my absence.

Back in December I decided to share my personal struggle with chronic pain and the subsequent side effects from medication.  The drugs completely altered me.  Yes, eventually they helped curb the pain I suffer from, but I did not like who I had become while on them.  I was moody in the extreme and I barely wrote a word – a handful of posts and nothing of my own.  And I didn’t even feel bad about not writing, which is really not me.

So, I’ve gone off them.  The cons far outweighed the pros.  In the span of one day, I was back to writing and already felt the depression, anger, and lethargy subside.  It was like flicking a switch –

Amidst a new work schedule (my shifts at the job I was resenting changed, and I’ve started to make better money which has relieved the enormous burden of financial instability) I’ve written about 7,000 words.  Welcome back creativity, my old friend!  Bye bye dry spell!

I also read a book, finished a video game, watched a movie, and organized my house and my life (I have like three “to do” lists).  This may not sound like an accomplishment, but I did almost none of this the past three months (which is why I now have three “to do” lists).

And then, to top it all off, I got the amazing news that my TV pilot was advancing in one of the competitions I entered.  YAY!  That was the boost I desperately needed.

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I was going to do a post about looking back, but there’s so much to look forward to!  I’ve set new goals and resolutions, and now, feeling like I’ve lost three months of my life, I’m ready to get back on track and not waste any more time.

Watch out, world!  😉

I hope you’ve all been well and are still reaching for your dreams!  Happy Writing!  xx, Rach

A Couple of Thoughts On This Week

A couple of days ago I awoke to the news of Carrie Fisher’s passing.  Another beloved icon gone too soon – and you know in this Star Wars house this was a deep-felt loss.  And then, as if to add insult to injury, my email contained a message that my pilot would not be advancing in one of the contests I had submitted it to.

The feedback was, at least, somewhat encouraging:

The Demeter is set in an interesting world with a couple of well-drawn characters in Wyeth and Sadie. Actually, the voice of Zeta as a less obnoxious Siri is also a nice character. On the page, the script looks good, without blocky description or dialogue passages and is error-free (a rarity!). The biggest question at this point is probably trying to determine what the story will be about in future episodes. Will the entire series be about their attempt to return to earth? Some hint of where the series will go could add a lot to the overall value of the pilot.

It was one of those days that made me want to both crawl into bed and take the world by storm.

I did neither.

I chose to lose myself in my happy place – Dragon Age land.  A few hours achieving measurable goals with my dogs snuggled around me was comforting, but I’m still just sad.

Maybe the sadness is exacerbated by the fact that I am so far from where I want to be.  I resent my job and without just the teeniest bit of encouragement on the screenwriting front, I just feel as if I’m never going to leave my own mark.

Yes, I know this sounds a tad vain, but it’s my dream to have my writing immortalized via the silver screen.  Let’s be honest, we don’t follow the artist’s path to fade into obscurity, we want to be remembered.  Plain and simple.

The passing of yet another childhood favorite has only reiterated how precious our time is.  We have to make the most of the time given to us and continue to strive towards our goals, no matter where on the ladder towards that dream we find ourselves.

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Wishing you all the very best as we come to the end of another year!  Let’s start planning for a productive and successful new year!

*Thank you for being a part of our lives, Rebel Princess.  May the Force be with you!

Memoir Post

Writing-Clip-ArtA year from now, with my memory, I probably won’t remember what’s been going on these past couple of months.  I’ve been considering whether or not to share my personal happenings, but as this is also my (some times) journal of what’s going on in my life, and because others may be able to empathize, I’ve decided to make note of it.

I suffer from chronic pain.  Insurance being what it is here in The States, I’ve just lived with it.  Until a couple of months ago.  I went to the doctor and discussed my options, and before surgery, which would be a last resort, I’m now on daily medication.  Evidently there are some side effects, to which I am now enduring almost all of…I’m not sure which is worse.

A few of the zingers: fatigue, lethargy, and depression.  It also seems to be exacerbating any negative feelings I may have, which thanks to the depression, are many.  I’m not writing.  I’m not reading.  I’m not gaming.  I’m barely watching T.V.  What am I doing with my time?!

I have another month to allow the medication to get into my system, and I’m really hoping this is all worth it or The Sis will probably do me harm.

As I like to keep this space positive, I’ve remained silent, but I didn’t want you to think I was ignoring you.  I wanted to say – Hi-SmileyEmoticon

and Happy Holidays!  Hopefully in a few more weeks I’ll be feeling more like my old self again, and just in time for tackling a new year!

Wishing you all the best, my friends!

xx, Rach

Quote of the Week

Fear can have a powerful sway on our ability to do something.  I sometimes let fear have too much of a voice in my own life, and I don’t want to look back on my life and regret those things I wanted to do and didn’t because I was afraid of the outcome.

I may write about reincarnation, but in this life, we need to make it count!  That’s why I really want to make this week’s quote a part of my daily thought process.

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Best wishes, my friends!  And let’s be brave!