Ready for Fall

Everywhere I look on social media are postings about fall. I’m sure ready for it. Plus right now we really need the rain in Washington. I’ve never been a fan of the heat and prefer the dreary days. Proof I’m a Washingtonian.

There is a lot I’d like to achieve in the next few months. I’m working on a novella that I plan to submit to a few publishers. It’s different and sort of out of my comfort zone, but I’m trying to expand as a writer. I wrote a different novel where I completed a rough draft but want to give it time to cool off.

I hope to get my manuscript back from my editor and see what the next step is. I’m guessing more rewrites and self editing. It’s a long process and harder than I thought.

Writing is my outlet for stress right now, every time I read the news there is something terrible going on. I can’t control the world, but I can control my stories. I’m just going to keep on writing.

On a side note, I really hope to get out of the house this weekend. I’m thinking a hike sounds refreshing right now.

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Writing What You Feel

A month ago, I started a new book, it’s about a woman getting over a terrible ordeal. It started off with a bang, the words were flowing, my word count was insane. Then it stopped. My ideas slowed down and soon I was staring at a blank screen. It’s a story that isn’t a very happy one, and it began to affect my mood.

I’ve discovered when it comes to working on certain projects, I have to feel it. Writing a happy books makes me elated, writing a deeper book can bring me down. I can’t write a book for the sake of writing it, I need to feel what the characters feel. I’m sure other writers feel the same.

So in the case of the deeper book, I work on it sparingly. When an idea strikes I’ll add it, or if I had a bad day that moodiness can help bring it to life. It sounds strange but it works.

I wonder how paid writers feel when they’re forced to write a book with a deadline. Does it make their craft suffer? Do they become a jerk to everyone around them?

In my personal experience, some of my best ideas stem from what I felt that day. Let me know if you feel the same.

Hope everyone is enjoying their weekend!

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This is a photo from a hike I did last year. Mt. Washington

 

 

#Throwback Thursday- My Experience in Iceland

All I’ve ever wanted to do is travel the world. I’ve been to a few places, many trips were by myself. I don’t like waiting and I’ve learned from past mistakes, to never wait for somebody else. This may seem harsh, but it’s your life. Do what makes you happy and don’t wait.

Six years ago, I took matters in my own hands and booked a trip to Iceland. Why Iceland? It’s one of the most beautiful places you’ll ever see. Years before this, I read a National Geographic magazine and was obsessed. I’m a nature nut and told myself to make it happen. So when Seattle began offering directs flight to Reykjavik, I knew it was time. It was simple, get on that plane and go.

In June of 2010 I set off and landed on my 24th birthday. I spent it alone, but I was in a place I’d never been. There’s so many memories I have. Here are a few.

  • Experience the beauty Iceland has to offer like the Gullfoss Waterfall
  • Drinking Icelandic Beer
  • Taking a shot out of a viking horn
  • Caving
  • Whale watching
  • Partying in the bar past 3 AM, only to get lost on my way to the hotel (I found it)
  • Puffin Island- no outside visitors allowed
  • I’m missing some others, but the country is gorgeous.

I’m happy I did it when I had the chance because there may never be another one. Besides, there are too many other places I need to conquer!

Tell me your travel experience or where you’d like to visit.

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This still cracks me up

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Gullfoss Waterfall with a rainbow

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That time I went caving. I didn’t get to keep the outfit.

 

 

 

Overnight

Don’t camp overnight by yourself they say. It’s dangerous they say.

I trek through the green forest, branches smack me in the face but it doesn’t bother me. This is why I’m out here; to experience nature, to be free, to getaway.

Although the mosquitoes are a pain, even after using a can of bug spray they keep buzzing around. I smack one on my arm and the guts spread then wipe it on my pants.

It’s only a two-night trip, many women camp alone, right? Well, I am. I will dominate nature and make it my bitch. I have all the right gear, skills and attitude for this, at least I keep telling myself. Besides, the photographs I take will be amazing for the photography contest. My next months rent check depends on winning.

Sure, I could have picked a less scary place to camp; they don’t call it the Dark Trail for nothing. There are stories of people disappearing or seeing things that couldn’t exist, like ghosts. The stories are by loonies anyway.

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The Dark Trail isn’t so dark. It leads to the most beautiful waterfall in the area. Pictures of it are non-existent since the area is apparently haunted. Most people get so frightened they don’t stay the night, or don’t return at all.

I hike ten miles to my destination by the lake, using the GPS. Sweat has saturated my clothes leaving them damp. I peel them off and hang them from a tree to air out. After I set up my tent and build a fire, the sun is setting.

It’d be a good time to grab photos before it gets dark. I pull out my Canon and snap a few. First of the lake, trees and then someone next to a tree.

What?

A figure, standing is all black with nothing to show. I jump up and gasp, moving away from the lens. My eyes wide open but there’s nothing there. It’s gone. I peer back through the lens, nothing, just a bird taking a crap on a rock.

I shake off the jitters and try to focus. I saw someone, I swear.

I call out across the lake. No answer and the air is stale and humid.

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Darkness is near and I don’t feel like having a S’mores anymore. I crawl in the safety of the tent and grip the sleeping bag close. The woods aren’t haunted and it’s in my mind. I’m asleep within minutes.

The next morning dawn breaks and I crawl out of the tent. A few scattered clouds create a dark cast. I don’t hear any birds chirping, it’s silent like nothing is alive. After stretching out, my eyes gaze forward and stop.

My camera, it’s in the middle of my campsite. How did it get out here?

I pick it up and look around. There are no animal tracks. Did I sleep walk and drop it in the middle of the night? No, I didn’t even wake up to pee. I woke up still clutching the sleeping bag. A chill crawls up my spine.

I turn the camera on and scroll through the photos. My heart stops and fear enters my veins like an IV. No matter what explanation I come up with it’s not rational, there’s no way I took these photos. They are pictures of me asleep in the tent.

 

Thank you for reading! All feedback is welcome! Pictures taken from https://pixabay.com/

I will be posting more short stories soon!

My solo trip to Dominican Republic

I start wondering what the hell I’m doing when I step outside the Punta Cana airport. People outside are talking what feels at the speed of light in Spanish. I can’t find the shuttle I’d planned to take but there are fifteen more companies that I don’t know of. People are bustling everywhere and since I’m alone, I stand out. The air is hot and humid and I’m sweating buckets.

Nervousness sets in but I gotta focus, one thing at a time. Get to the hotel. I find a shuttle to the hotel, which was sketchy since I was the only passenger and praying the guy was taking me to the right place.  Even before I left home three people said I was crazy and not going to make it back. I always try staying positive and not think about what people say.

It was a spontaneous decision to travel there. I wanted something new, a part of the world I’d never been before. I don’t know what made me choose the Dominican Republic but it felt right. Thanks to Google.

When I arrive to the hotel my tension releases. Once I was all checked in and settled, it was time to enjoy what the Caribbean had to offer. I loved the blue waters, sandy beach and all the drinks I wanted.

The first night I watched the sunset and listened to the waves crash against the shore. It was beautiful and serene. I had my moment of being proud that I’d made it that far on my own. That nothing stopped me from going.

The one question I got asked at least five times a day, why was I traveling alone? There I was, in a beautiful location, a gorgeous beach and fancy resort, alone. Couples were enjoying honeymoons or anniversaries. Couples kissing and being sweet with one another and I had no one. The older people were getting more action than I was.

Truth is, I couldn’t get anyone to go at the time and to be honest, I kind of needed it. I needed to be out of my element and comfort zone. Needed time to think about things and make a hard decision regarding my relationship at the time

So for five days I swam, snorkeled, ate too much, drank a lot, people watched, sun bathed and got sunburnt. I’m from Washington so the sun was intense!

Overall my trip was a great experience and a good escape. I got to see things I never would have if I’d waited for someone else to take the reins.

Don’t get me wrong, there were difficulties traveling alone. On my last day I broke down in tears . I kept thinking it was a huge mistake to come alone and the mess I was going home to wouldn’t be fixed. I look back now and would do it all over again. I figured out a hard decision that had been haunting me for a long time but really it was there all along.

If anyone takes something from reading this, I say if your gut is telling you to go for it, do it. Women traveling alone is becoming more common but there are still people who judge or stare at you. People will ask questions and make their own assumptions. Who cares? You’ll probably never see them again anyway.

Sure, there will be times of loneliness, there will be times where people gawk and ask bizarre questions of why you’re alone. Don’t worry about it. You’re only on this earth for a short period of time, enjoy it. Live it while you can. See the world if that’s what you want. Get lost somewhere new; sometimes fear is the only thing holding you back.

If you’ve ever taken a trip that changed your life let me know! I love hearing travel experiences.

 

Rainy Day Hike

My first post, yikes! Going to keep the first one short and sweet with some cool photos of a hike I did last weekend. In future posts I will go into more detail and add more content.

You’d think it being June and all there would be sun and little rain, even in Washington. Nope!

I decided on the Ira Spring Trail it’s about 7 miles roundtrip and the path I decided on leads to Mason Lake. Last October I did the hike and the weather was absolutely perfect. This time was rainy, wet and muddy!

Rain poured the entire time and at the end I was soaked. I also devoured an entire sub sandwich after this and maybe chased it with a beer. Post workout carbs!

Keeping this first post short and sweet. More to come!