Hi to all. Well, the time off from blogging has been good. I've made some more progress on my book, though not as much as I would like. However, I did miss the blogging world and have returned. A Soothsayer will still be nixed, but I have started a new blog called Style by Daisy Rose.
Please pop over and check it out if you have some spare time on your hands. It's completely different from A Soothsayer; I hope it will be more relaxed (for me), allowing me into the blogging world, some mini writing practice, and still time to work on my book and partake in the million other hobbies I try to squeeze inbetween parenting and working.
Thanks and I hope to see you all at the new site!
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Doc! What's this spot? Is it a Hiatus?
The other day I picked up a journal I used to keep. It has been sitting in my bedside table for the last three years glaring at me each time I open the drawer, hissing as I close it, leaving it untouched and alone. I've avoided this innocent little book because there have been so many events happen since the last entry that I wouldn't know where to start; and many of the events I dare not relive, even in paper and ink, for some wounds take a long time to fully heal. Then, as I was placing the book of letters I write for MJ back into the drawer, I decided to try to face my fears and write, instead I read.
The last entry was from December 31, 2007. I was three days pregnant with MJ when I wrote that last entry, obviously I had no idea I was pregnant as I wrote about what 2008 could bring into our lives. I wrote about a possible baby, job changes, moves, careers, winning the lottery and writing a book. Little did I know that in a few short months our life would be turned, twisted, crunched, devoured and nearly fatal. Fast forward and we survived, a little bruised, a little tired, a little bloody, but intact. Our lives haven't quite gotten completely back on the right tracks yet, not with RT working/living away from us, but it's only a matter of time. The three of us are strong and full of love and we'll bide our time and make the right move when it crosses our path.
What got to me in this entry was that many things that aggravated me then, still aggravate me today. In many ways I have grown over the years, but in many ways, I'm ashamed to say, I have not. I still gripe about lack of job satisfaction, about how I desperately want to write a book. Whine, whine, whine. This entry sickened me, talking about it sickens me. I know what it takes to be successful: hard work, luck and timing. Well, I can only truly control the hard work, I just have to hope that luck and timing find me at the right time. This entry made me realize that I was sprinting in place, wasting a lot of energy on nothing instead of focusing that energy into something productive. Not any more.
The past two days have been tiring and exhilarating. The schedule has been tough: 4:30am wake up call, work out, get myself and MJ ready for the day, work, MJ time/dinner/bath/story/bed, clean the kitchen, write, bed. It's especially tiring when I have to work night study hall, but it's doable.
One of my earliest memories was writing an adventure story about two deep sea treasure hunters; it was based on a game my brother and I played in the pool. My dream is to be a novelist, always has been. I can't waste anymore time because I know that if I do, I will regret not giving it my best. Even if I never get published or sell one copy, at least I know I tried, right now all I can say is I whined.
This is my long winded version of a "Farewell for Now." I love writing this blog, I feel like a child on Christmas morning when I see who has visited my site and get emails from readers around the world, but now I must devote my time to my novel(s). I hope to blog on occasion and then again consistently. It's funny how I feel guilty, though I've never met the majority of those who read this. I hope you understand, thank you so much for reading.
The last entry was from December 31, 2007. I was three days pregnant with MJ when I wrote that last entry, obviously I had no idea I was pregnant as I wrote about what 2008 could bring into our lives. I wrote about a possible baby, job changes, moves, careers, winning the lottery and writing a book. Little did I know that in a few short months our life would be turned, twisted, crunched, devoured and nearly fatal. Fast forward and we survived, a little bruised, a little tired, a little bloody, but intact. Our lives haven't quite gotten completely back on the right tracks yet, not with RT working/living away from us, but it's only a matter of time. The three of us are strong and full of love and we'll bide our time and make the right move when it crosses our path.
What got to me in this entry was that many things that aggravated me then, still aggravate me today. In many ways I have grown over the years, but in many ways, I'm ashamed to say, I have not. I still gripe about lack of job satisfaction, about how I desperately want to write a book. Whine, whine, whine. This entry sickened me, talking about it sickens me. I know what it takes to be successful: hard work, luck and timing. Well, I can only truly control the hard work, I just have to hope that luck and timing find me at the right time. This entry made me realize that I was sprinting in place, wasting a lot of energy on nothing instead of focusing that energy into something productive. Not any more.
The past two days have been tiring and exhilarating. The schedule has been tough: 4:30am wake up call, work out, get myself and MJ ready for the day, work, MJ time/dinner/bath/story/bed, clean the kitchen, write, bed. It's especially tiring when I have to work night study hall, but it's doable.
One of my earliest memories was writing an adventure story about two deep sea treasure hunters; it was based on a game my brother and I played in the pool. My dream is to be a novelist, always has been. I can't waste anymore time because I know that if I do, I will regret not giving it my best. Even if I never get published or sell one copy, at least I know I tried, right now all I can say is I whined.
This is my long winded version of a "Farewell for Now." I love writing this blog, I feel like a child on Christmas morning when I see who has visited my site and get emails from readers around the world, but now I must devote my time to my novel(s). I hope to blog on occasion and then again consistently. It's funny how I feel guilty, though I've never met the majority of those who read this. I hope you understand, thank you so much for reading.
Monday, September 13, 2010
A Warm Smile and A Little Hope
I just read this on Six Billion Secrets; it made me smile.
Last night, when we were talking, I told him that I was sorry for not being able to communicate most emotions, most of all, love. He looked confused, and said "you communicate love to me," and when I asked "when?" he smiled, looked up, and said "every time you look at me and think I don't notice."
Last night, when we were talking, I told him that I was sorry for not being able to communicate most emotions, most of all, love. He looked confused, and said "you communicate love to me," and when I asked "when?" he smiled, looked up, and said "every time you look at me and think I don't notice."
Calling all Artists/Tattoo Artists
I would really love to have someone, who is much more talented than I, help me design a tattoo. I would be more than willing and extremely happy to post your work on the site and of course provide a link to yours.
It's a pretty simple concept and probably not too original, but it all has meaning to me. Unfortunately, I don't have the artistic ability to put it together in a beautifully unique way.
If you would like to submit a concept or contact me, please email me at asoothsayer@gmail.com
What I would like to incorporate:
1. The Quote:
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
(I'd like nice - maybe scroll type lettering - but easy to read)
2. Cherry Blossoms
3. One blooming red rose
4. One Aster flower (but not the bushy kind)
MANY THANKS!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
9/11/01 - 9/11/10: I Will NEVER Forget!
Too many have already forgotten. These images and video should still burn in your heart as if it happened yesterday.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Thursday Quote for Weekend Pondering
Photo Credit: captainlukeychromeMy dad emailed me this quote from a Dean Koontz book he is reading. I don't remember the title of the book, but I know it is from Koontz's Frankenstein series. This is my dad's paraphrased version of the quote, but I bet it's very close to the original...
"I don't hate dumb people, they don't have a choice. Being dumb is like not having legs, it's a condition, not a choice. I hate ignorant people because they have a choice not to be ignorant."
~Dean Koontz*
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Still Breathing
Photo Credit: Eric GingrasI have never, NEVER, experienced a crazy, whirlwind, psychotic, obnoxious start to a school year like this one. Never ever ever ever! I'm even starting to throw temper tantrums like my students, my COLLEGE students! Is it just me or do the freshmen get more rude, arrogant and ignorant each year? Okay, okay, not all of them are like that, but more of them are!
Anyway, just wanted to let you all know (Sara) that I am still breathing, though alive might not be completely correct. I've been listing blog posts in my head that don't center around griping about my work. I have a great story about my recent visit to the South, my wistful, nostalgic feelings for the autumn season, my recent battle with a little doll named Chucky, and of course all of my normal self, family, society, and life analysis.
I just wanted to let my faithful readers know that I haven't forgotten you, but right now I'm swamped with student meetings and an epic campus search for tutors, um, for qualified tutors. Are there not any tutors who speak English? Or have at least a 3.0 GPA? Wish me luck!
I hope to return to some consistent writing soon, especially on that book that keeps tapping me on the shoulder!
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