It can be a struggle sometimes taking the little one to things like this, where he claims to love fireworks but the moment the fireworks start, he shuts his eyes and covers his ears and says he wants the “small fireworks.” And then when the show is all over, and everyone is heading home, he’s screaming and crying that he wants to stay and watch some more.
Some more what? Sometimes I don’t know anymore, but at least it was nice to get out of the house after constant writing and constant being distracted by the Internet. At least I’ve got two more chapters to go with the second book of Loving Ashe, predictably called Loving Riley before I consider taking part of Harlequin’s writing contest on Wattpad.
It’s funny how ideas work. A week ago, I was awash with ideas – so many in fact that it almost seemed that I wasn’t going to finish Loving Riley because I was dying – just dying – to get started with the next book. Then someone tells me about Harlequin’s contest with their 15 categories or so, and – poof! – the ideas and story plots are all GONE.
Go figure. Although most days, I’ve stopped even trying.
Happy Fourth everyone! Hope it was a good one!
Sometimes I wonder what goes through his mind during moments like this.
What is he thinking?
It is during these moments that I simply have to let go and accept that some days I don’t know anything at all – I just have to go with the flow and not lose myself any deeper into the perfection depicted in the rest of the world.
But that was before I had my little one. Since then – and that’s five years – I’ve basically been staying local. Driving with a baby in the car was nerve-wracking and these days, driving with a little boy with endless questions in the car while you’re trying to keep your cool during LA rush hour is just as nerve-wracking.
So yesterday was one of those days where I should have consulted the Philippine Consulate website and read the fine print that they’d moved location – and looked much closer about the times they were open, and most of all, that of the REAL time that their notarization department remained open which was apparently not 8 – 5 like their website said, but according to the security guard at the front who pointed to the plastic covered 8 x 10 sign on his desk, “our times have changed since last week. They now close at 3. Come back tomorrow.”
And so we took a drive to one of my old favorite places – Griffith Observatory even though the observatory itself was closed on Monday. Still, one can walk around the premises and soak in the view of smog-covered Los Angeles.
We’re going to make another foray into the city on Thursday and this time we’ll stay the whole day till the documents are notarized. This time I’ll take him to the park right below the Hollywood sign, and probably back to the observatory and this time with quarters so he can use those telescopes.
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll make the drive into the city more often from now on and make it a little-guy-and-me weekly road trip . After all, just because I used to do things doesn’t mean I no longer can’t.
It’s the same drawing, only this time with her hair all colored – on my iPhone app called Sketch This. I’m calling her Paige, for one of my characters in my just-published novel Loving Ashe.
Yep! I did it! I went ahead and published my novel yesterday and it’s a bit bittersweet and scary and awesome all at the same time.
I miss writing my poems but nothing’s coming out just yet. Guess it’s because there are other things I need to do first. Like hitting that Publish button – and planning out my son’s summer.
Somehow the idea of a five-year old and me this summer has the makings of a comedy of errors.
I read somewhere that looking at beautiful and happy people who are way cooler than you on social media can leave a person depressed. I remember scoffing at that because the only social media for me has been Twitter (not too many pictures there), Wattpad (we’re writers so there are more words than anything) and occasionally, Facebook (to catch up with family back home though I can never forget my brother, a former fashion photographer, say that we were an ugly bunch – maybe he was joking but it stuck).
Anyway, all that was before I fell right into the rabbit hole that is Instagram. And after looking at picture after picture of people who are obviously way cooler than I am with their flawless selfies, and where one man’s picture of his big toe can get thousands of likes because even his big toe is way cooler than me, it hit me: I’m totally not worthy!
So yesterday instead of another drop-dead model or beautiful person constantly pouting (it’s kinda the in thing, I guess), I decided I’d draw someone I actually knew – like, in real life. Someone really cool and approachable. She’s not perfect but as far as I know she’s as real as they come.
Every day is Mothers’ Day as far as I’m concerned. And it’s not limited to those who’ve borne children, for I know of many women – and men – who have such mothering souls and I am grateful to have had – and still do – have them in my life.
This here be my mum! Ah, the days of the bowl cut! Unfortunately, her “being gorgeous” gene skipped me. 😀
“I hope the idea (two years of free community college accessible for up to nine million Americans) sticks, because more veterans, from Iraq and Afghanistan this time, as well as another generation of mothers, single parents and workers who have been out of the job market, need lower obstacles between now and the next chapter of their lives. High school graduates without the finances for a higher education can postpone taking on big loans and maybe luck into the class that will redefine their life’s work. Many lives will be changed.
Chabot College is still in Hayward, though Mr. Coovelis, Ms. Fitzgerald and Mr. Kennedy are no longer there. I drove past the campus a few years ago with one of my kids and summed up my two years there this way: “That place made me what I am today.”