It’s the end of the first week of September. It’s still hot as hell (WHERE ARE YOU FALL?) and I’ve been preparing for a 10 day road trip that I start this weekend. I realized, I really haven’t done anything recently (or ever) to tell you about me and my life (outside of my phone addiction challenge). I think this week is a good opportunity to do that. Next week I will post about the road trip so keep an eye out for that!
To be honest, I was looking at a bunch of pinterest pins about journal and blog prompts in the patterns of “30 days about me.” I’m not ashamed to say that sometimes I need help thinking about content. When looking at these prompts, I realized that either I would never want to answer some of them, they don’t apply to me, or I have no idea how I would answer them. There is always one suggestion; some arbitrary quantity of facts about the you. I think that’s a good place to start. I selected five because, I’m not particularly good at sharing. I share too much, or not enough. So I’m going to share five things about myself that I can go into detail about. I’m still searching for the balance between just enough and too much. If you have any suggestions for how I find it, please let me know!
Without further procrastination, here we go.
Here are five things about me
1. I wrote a book
50 chapters. The first 10 chapters was collectively a little over 65,000 words, I stopped counting after that. No, you cannot read this book because I abandoned it. It took me three years. Most of the writing was done in the first year. The last two years was hming and hawing about how to edit it, how to end it (since the story wasn’t over, that section of the story was, it was going to be a long story), and whether I wanted or needed to change from third person to first person. When I completed it, I didn’t feel relief. I felt dread at all the work it was going to take to rewrite it and make it readable. When I started rewriting it, I realized something was wrong. I started reading books on how to write fiction and came across something that said a story gets “sick” when there is a significant plot change in the details of the story. What had happened was I had a beginning and and ending in mind, but no idea how to get from start to finish. Along the way, I got lost. In order to fix my story, I would have to identify where it changed. I decided that I would just walk away instead, and visit it later. It was the best thing I could have done for myself. I no longer have this looming guilt that I was doing something else instead of working on my novel. I wrote a book, and abandoned it. I’m going to finish school first, then start a new book that I know wont take 50 chapters to tell only half of the story and has a clear progression and ending. This time I’m going with something more contemporary before I dive into writing about a massive fantasy world I haven’t finished creating.
2. I still want to be an anthropologist
My first degree path was anthropology at Portland State University. I think it was my first love. I changed my degree path because I did not see a career as as anthropologist supporting my lifestyle at the time. I do not regret changing my major because I think professional writing is exactly what I need to do what I love and support me and my lifestyle. I still feel like anthropology was the one that got away, as cheesy as it sounds. I tell myself that some time in the future, I will go back to school, get a degree in anthropology and use it to supplement my writing career. On the other hand, I still say once I’m done with this degree, I’m never going back for another one. One of the hardest things I had to sacrifice to transfer to the school I am at now, was anthropology courses. Initially I was going to transfer to a bigger school and get a major in communication and a minor in cultural anthropology. When mom told me to look at the school I’m at now I was hesitant because they didn’t offer anthropology majors or minors. We fought over it, but I ended up choosing this school and not getting a minor.
3. I can water ski
Almost everyone on my dad’s side of the family water skis. We used to go to the same lake every summer with Grandma and Grandpa’s boat to water ski. There was a nine or ten year period where we (my immediate family) didn’t camp or ski at all. Last summer was the first time I water skied in a long time and it was amazing.
4. I love kpop
I got into Kpop back in 2015 with Big Bang. Now if I am listening to music, 70% of the time its Kpop. I vowed back when I was still struggling to get out of my depression, that I would only listen to music that makes me feel good and happy, because up to that point, I hadn’t been. When I was looking for and listening to a bunch of different music on soundcloud, I found the TAK kpop Culture mashup and loved it. After having it in my playlist for months, I decided I would listen to every song in the mashup. I did, and found myself enthralled by the world of Kpop. I had listened to some stuff in highschool, but wasn’t interested then. I listened to one group exclusively for months, then I started branching out and now I stan so many groups I have no idea how I keep up. Kpop makes me feel so good, it doesn’t matter that I don’t speak or know Korean.
5. I don’t trust dogs
I know I’m going to get a bunch of dog people losing their shit over the fact that some people just don’t like dogs, but its the truth. I’m a cat person, but not because I hate dogs. Also, I’ve never heard a cat person shit on people who don’t like cats. For whatever reason, society seems to think its a crime to dislike dogs. Here is my take: I don’t dislike dogs, I just don’t trust them. I think they can be wonderful, cute, and can change and make people’s lives better. I think any animal with the right disposition can do that. What makes dogs different for me is that the bigger they are, the more dangerous they are. And dogs can be pretty unpredictable, especially as they get older.
Growing up, my family always had dogs (big dogs). Quin was amazing, smelly, and aloof. Chowder was smart, stubborn, huge, and afraid of nothing. Tara is smart, stubborn, huge, and afraid of everything. When we were kids, my parents worked during the day and for a period of time, my brother and I had to put Chowder (Lab, great pyrenees mix) outside before we left for school. He gave us trouble all the time. He would run away and get out of the yard, or he would refuse to move and bite or snap at you when you tried to move him. He got me a couple times. He made our mornings miserable and he scared me. When we got the dog door and a better fence and it was different, but that sticks with me. A dog, no matter how nice and well behaved, always has the chance of causing serious harm in a bad moment. A cat, rabbit, rat, turtle (etc) can bite and scratch me, but its not going to disembowel me or the neighbor girl it has known and played with for an unknown reason. Additionally, I don’t like the smell of dogs. There you go.
So there we are, five facts or things about me (that kind of read like confessions, but oh well). What five things do most people not know about you?