In an Instagram….

“After long last, my turn is up”

This was the ticket that was part of a series of exciting turns for me in the month of September. Earlier that month, I received a call about a resume I submitted months ago.
They wanted to meet with me and I was excited about it. This was the make-it-or-break-it interview, if I did well, I would land my dream job. If I didn’t, I would be devastated.

Fast forward a few days, I interviewed with them. The interview went well and I felt like I made an impression. At the end of the interview, they told me that they would call in a few days. Those few days were miserable and I was constantly on edge. Then they came and went. I didn’t get the call. A feeling of dread came over me, but I didn’t know for sure. So I decided to take the first step, I e-mailed my follow-up inquiry. Later that night, I received a call.

My interviewer broke the news. I didn’t get the job, she told me. But instead of just wishing me luck and ending the call there, she had news for me. There was a sudden opening, and she said recommended me. It turns out that I did make an impression with them and they wanted me to interview for that new opening. Again, they wanted to interview me in a few days.

A few days later, I interviewed for this other position. I felt like I nailed it. I even told a close friend that I felt like I landed it. I was over the moon. So, I got another call.

This time, I landed the job. They wanted me to start right away, but I was going to be out of the country. I thought they would flip out and turn me down. But they were cool about it, and told me to start the Monday I got back.

Fast forward two months, I’m loving my dream job and glad that no matter the hiccups or setbacks, I’m glad I went through what I went through.


Weekly Photo Challenge: Mine (my own words)

Mine: my first manuscript

A few years ago, I had the notion to write a book.  Before that time, it was just an idea.  I had a plot in mind, but no plan of attack.  Besides, I was working and just wanted to relax on my nights and days off.  But I put away the excuses and just began typing. And although it was a few pages, I was still proud of myself.  I told myself that even though I was busy, I was going to make time.  And I did.  Even if it was a couple of pages, I made time.  Months later, I completed my manuscript.  The story I wrote and the characters I made are still a part of me today and will always be mine.

Weekly Writing Challenge: A Few of My Favorite Things


Two of my favorite possessions


This is my first time trying out the weekly writing challenge.  Though its already Sunday for me, I figured its worth a go anyway.

The two favorite possession that I decided to post are a watch and a ring.

The watch.  I purchased this watch over five years ago. I happened to get the watch as a gift for my mom.  It took me over an hour to pick out and when I settled on it, I felt satisfied.  The price cost me a pretty penny and I was glad to give it to my mom.  It turns out though that when I gave it to her, she said thanks, but that it would look better on me.  So I reluctantly, but gladly accepted.  It works out, I almost always have a watch on me.  And after five years it still serves me well.

The ring.  This ring was a gift for finishing my second manuscript.  I picked it out at a small boutique and the ring served as a reminder of my accomplishment.  I gravitated toward this ring because of the two knots.   Two knots for my first and second manuscript.  But it became more than just a symbol for finishing my second manuscript, it was a reminder of the significance of the number two in my life.  Family and friends, me and him, second chances, law and writing, work and leisure.


So there goes my first post for the Weekly Writing Challenge.  I’m already looking forward to the next one already.

A year ago and a world away


One of Brooklyn’s many subway entrances.

A year ago, I found myself in Bushwick, Brooklyn.  A month earlier, I packed up everything I accumulated the last three years, moved out of my apartment, and said good bye to the Mitt.  I went from seeing green to seeing skyscrapers.

I never had that Empire state of mind, I didn’t have that urge to take a bite out of the Big Apple.  I was an island girl that had been to a handful of places and up to that point was pretty satisfied travelwise.

NYC just happened and I took it in.

I got used to riding the subway and tried my best not to be tourist-y (I made sure that I did all the tourist-y stuff the first week I got there).  I ate in Chinatown, spent too much time in Union Square, wandered SoHo, and museum hopped.  I spent a good deal underground in the subway.  I met people that I will never meet again, experienced what it was like to be truly lost in a crowd, and see things only people dream about.

I may have just stayed in NYC for the summer, but a part of me will always dream about the city that never sleeps.



Not pretending

Maria Taylor- Clean Getaway

I’m not going to pretend that I haven’t posted in nearly two months.  And I’m not going to pretend that I’ve been writing in spurts.

But what I am going to share is that every time I write, I tend to make out a soundtrack for my main character.  Somehow, it helps me relate to the character. I made one such soundtrack for my first manuscript and since I’ve been writing haphazardly these past weeks or so, making a soundtrack might do me some good.

So here’s one song that’ll end up on my soundtrack for sure.

unfold, spill, and repeat

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.

~Sylvia Plath


This morning I decided to work on my novel.  Moments before the draft opened up on my computer, I wondered whether my characters would be strangers to me.  Indeed, for a while, they were strangers.  But as I glanced upon the last page of my draft, I realized they were still there.  The words that I had previously strung together began to unfold.  All the idiosyncrasies, little habits, facial expressions, the whole lot began to spill back into my memory.

And I began to string more words together.  When I completed a scene, I stared back, almost in disbelief that I had finished.  But I smiled as if I didn’t just spent nearly a month away from the story.