Dec
30

I’m in Italy!!!

Alright, I have been horribly remiss in keeping up with my blog. Here’s what’s going on cliffnotes style.

I am currently on vacation in Italy. I’m staying with my brother, his fiancee, and my 11-month-old nephew. He has a backyard view of the alps. (Pics to come later). We’re in Aviano which is an hour away from Venice. We haven’t had a chance to visit Venice yet, but we’re working our way there.

Other things that have kept me occupied are two assignments. I have a 5,000-word story due and a 3,000-word critical paper due. The story is due on the 11th and the paper is due on the 9th. So far, neither is looking that good. I have a week to get references for my theories and to finish edits on my story. I’ve sent my story to one of my classmates who is supposed to get back tome on changes i need to make. that was a couple of days ago. haven’t heard back from her yet. she’s on vacation also so…you know. and i don’t know what i’m going to do about my paper. i decided that i would rather have something to turn in than not. so i’m just writing my ideas and theories and will be looking for work to back them up afterwards. it’s been really hard to find people to back up that disintermediation is a good thing for the publishing industry and why. so… there’s that.

welp, i have to go now. we’re all going to a friend of my brother’s for lunch…or something. I’ll let you know how the assignments go.

Cheers from Italy.

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Dec
10

220: Writie an opening using, “She would be hot if she didn’t remind me of my mother.”

“She would be hot if she didn’t remind me of my mother. You ever feel that way Ms. Kinnington? I first realized I was in love with Mrs. Evans during lunch…”

I tried to bury my hatred of life as Andrew came to me with yet another lover’s pursuit that would undoubtedly end in heartache. This month’s endeavor? The lunch lady, a woman who, while reasonably healthy, and possibly pretty if her beauty weren’t weighed down by a hairnet and an apron two sizes too big, was in her late 50′s. Andrew had just turned 17 a week ago. He invited me to his birthday party. Andrew doesn’t seem to understand. I’m not his friend; I’m the school counselor.

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Dec
04

Most Entertaining Bowlers

Yesterday, I had the joy of celebrating my first overseas birthday. And it was my 30th birthday, so it was kind of extra special for me. I went to a publishing conference that brought up a lot of questions for me about where the industry is headed. You can read my thoughts on that here.

After that I had dinner with my flatmates and some of their friends. After that we went bowling. Let me tell you, it was one of the best bowling experiences I’ve ever had. There were eight of us who bowled. Through strange coincidence the worst bowlers of the group ended up teamed together. While those who were a little better were on a team together. I don’t think were really playing each other; we were just hoping we hit something at the other end of the lane.

I was on the team of worst players, which was fitting. I tell you this though, the other team may have had a higher score, but they didn’t have David and Valentina. They’re both undergrads who attend my uni. I had no idea how much fun bowling could be until I bowled with them.

Let’s start with David. He brings the rhythm to bowling. Before and after he bowls, he dances. It is awesome. And he does this arm movement that’s like he’s trying to use The Force to get the ball to go where he wants it go. (One time it actually worked). Whether he’s successful or not, he dances. And in all honesty, he’s not a bad dancer. Which kind of makes it even better because he breaks out these dance moves and you’re just like…where did that come from?

Now Valentina. She brings suspense to the game. She mastered a way to bowl so the ball just kind of cruises down the lane. You have no idea until the very end where it’s going to go. And just because it looks like it’s going to fall down the side, doesn’t mean that’s what’s going to happen. One time in particular, the ball looked like it was going to go over, then it rolled the opposite direction. And I’m getting all excited watching this because it looked like she was set to strike. But the ball kept moving. And moving. Eventually, it ended up in the gutter at the other side of the lane. Without touching a single pin. I still don’t know how that happened.

Actually, that was probably my fault. I suggested she use the same ball I was using that seemed to bring some kind of luck during the first game. But I think that ball was against her. It was a really great night. I would love to bowl with both of them again.

The rest of the night great, too. We did a little dancing, ate really greasy food that wasn’t that great, and walked along the river. It made me feel really good having such amazing people around me for a whole 24 hours. I don’t know how next year’s birthday can compare with this one. But I guess I’ll find out when I get there.

Cheers

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Dec
03

I Am Not Paying Attention

This is my first post of the month. I swear, it feels like I had September, October and now we’re in December. I have to read previous blog posts to figure out what the hell happened to November. I read a Tweet from Wil Wheaton. Apparently, he lost his November as well. Maybe it was a world wide phenomenon that didn’t get reported, like a secret alien invasion or something.

In other news, Happy birthday to me!!! I am very excited that I have lived to see my 30th birthday at least in England. It’s not quite 12am yet in The States. Oh, yes you read that right. It is 12 am right now. I’m supposed to be recovering from my day at class and the introductory part of a publisher’s conference called Publishing Now 2011. I will be posting more about my experience at the conference on my other blog Nadi 2.0.

For this blog, I will be discussing what I learned from our guest speaker today in class. Well, one of the things. The man is a wealth of information about turning a start-up into a successful business. His name is Rob Fitzpatrick. He runs a program called The Startup Toolkit. One of the things that he stressed the most is making yourself available to your public, the people you want to trust you enough to buy your product. One of the best ways for doing that, is to blog…a lot.

Mind you, I’m no stranger to blogging and social media as a whole. I’ve been blogging off and on for about two years now give or take. I also have a new Facebook page and Twitter that I’ve been experimenting with for a while. However, what I was missing was consistency. Blogging off and one gets you nowhere. You have to be consistent.

He showed us a graph of his blogging stats. The first two years where he was just blogging whenever he thought he had a good idea he didn’t hardly get any visitors and definitely no one was following his blog. But in the year that he spent blogging everyday, he started getting so many people who were interested in him and what he was doing.

Blogging also became a way for him to get employers and investors interested in his work. He would walk into interviews and not even have to introduce himself or what he was about because the people he was meeting with had already read his blog. This got me really excited. I can blog. I blog easier than I talk. I only talk if I feel I need to share a story to keep a conversation going. My first preference is to listen to others. But listening to Rob got me really, really excited.

Unfortunately, I’m not very disciplined. History has shown that consistently doing the same over and over again, even when it’s a good thing, has been a problem for me. It is a problem that I have been working hard to alleviate, however, I’ve never really had the motivation. Even when I know the end results will be good for me, I still don’t stick with things usually for more than a couple of weeks. I decide I’m not getting results fast enough and start trying to do other things.

Fortunately, I needed something else to add to my list of six. (Six goals to accomplish in six months). This would be perfect for that. I have four blogs that run: Curpy, Nadi 2.0, Blue Ships Magazine, and this one. My goal before June 3rd is to post once a day on each blog for at least 30 days. According to Rob, the posts don’t have to be the elaborate brilliant things. They should have some information about what the blog is about, however it’s really just let people know that you are alive, you’re serious about what you’re doing, and you’re paying attention to them.

I think I can do that.

Cheers

Nadiyah

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Nov
30

Bottles of Water

#219: Write an opening using, “I’m in a half-full bottle of water.”

“I’m in a half-full bottle of water right now. That’s how I feel, like I’m just waiting to get swallowed up by that idiot sitting in her office painting her fingernails or whatever it is dummies like her do. I can’t believe she got this job. Our government must have really low standards.” Jonathan was on a roll tonight. Their contact at the agency informed him that he was being investigated for his actions during a mission she sent him on.

Judian cared as much as she could, but there wasn’t anything she could do to help him. The best she could do was make sure this mission went off without any problems.  She eyed their target through the binoculars. When she was ready, she turned to Jonathan. “Do you see him? Are you ready?”

This exercise was taken from 5oo 5-Minute Writing Exercises. You can get your copy in paperback and Kindle here.

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Nov
30

Baby Steps

Sometimes I feel like updating my site takes forever. Then when I sit down to update I remember why I think that. It does take forever. I try not to push it and remind myself that I have time to work on it (barring any unforeseen tragedy). But still it seems like even minor updates take eons.

In any case, I’m baby-stepping my way to a great site. Keep up with the work. Also, keep up with my Twitter, which tends to get updated more often than my site. And if you have ideas for topics or categories that I should add, feel free to let me know.

Cheers!

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Nov
21

The Heart: The First Anarchist

I used to have a huge, huge crush on one of my supervisors when I worked at this retail store. I mean, got nervous whenever he would come around. He was tall(er), cute, and so very, very nice. He was just a lovely man. He was one of those guys everyone would go to for help. If he didn’t have the answer, he would help you get one. He was in every sense, the man of my dreams.

He was also very married.

With kids.

Here’s the worse part, I knew all of this when I met him. And for a few months I didn’t think anything of him. I thought he was a cool guy. I definitely respected him as not just my manager, but as a man. He was good at work; his family loved him; all of that.

All of a sudden, I start liking this guy for no apparent reason. I don’t remember what it was; he may have said something in some kind of way that was sweet or something, I don’t know. But when it hit me, I was confused. How could I just develop feeling for someone who A: is unavailable, and B: I wasn’t interested in yesterday? It was ridiculous.

It also caused quite a problem in my internal life. My brain and my heart had to fight. It was like the North vs. the South. It was like East vs West. It was like Black…well, you get the idea. I’m trying to get all of my emotions to understand, this is never going to happen. “What are you doing, Heart? You know this man is married and even if he wasn’t, he’s your boss. Nothing can happen unless one of you quits and where are you going to find another job? Do you really want to go through an interview process all over again?”

Meanwhile, “I don’t care. I love him.”

“I don’t understand you.”

Really though, what is the point of having feelings for someone you can never have. And even if you had that person, it still wouldn’t work out? What is the point of that? What kind of life is this?

I came to question everything I believe in. Here I am getting all bothered being around a guy whose number I will never have a reason to know, someone whose address will never be known to me. I’ll never what he’s like sick? What it’s like to watch him go through morning rituals. None of that.

And more importantly, someone who will never even wonder about this stuff with regards to me. I’m just another low-level peon he forgets about when he goes home to the people he really loves.

It’s a sad, sad life, liking someone who doesn’t like you. Sad.

In the end, I did what all sensible women do in that situation. I transferred my job and moved out of state. There’s really no other solution for that. Thing is, there will never be another guy in existence while you’re around the guy you really want, whether you can have him or not. But once that tie is severed, you notice there are other men out there you might be interested that you never noticed before.

Funny how that works.

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Nov
20

Everything In Its Right Place

So, the other day I as I walking around my room, I felt this slight pain in my big toe. I thought I had gotten a little piece of glass stuck in it. I took my sock off because I thought surely glass had gotten stuck in my sock and was sticking me.

I stand up and walk around some more. Still feel like I’m being stuck. Okay, I must have a small piece actually stuck in my toe. I sit and begin my examination. I apply some lotion because it’s winter and my skin is dry so the point that it’s white. Once I’m able to see clearly, I notice that there’s a little tiny lint of a hair still on my toe. I try to wipe it off. Nothing. It’s like it’s stuck to my toe. which is ridiculous.

I try to wipe it off again. It’s still there. I’m thinking I must be going about this all wrong. I use my fingernail to try to grab it and pull it off. That doesn’t work. I grab my tweezers so I can scrape it off. That doesn’t work.

It is as this point that it occurs to me that, against my better reason and logic, I have to come to grips with the fact that the thing that has been sticking me all morning is in fact a hair lodged in my toe. I don’t understand this. I cannot comprehend what’s going on.

How the hell does a hair get stuck in one’s toe? How does that happen. And I knew I had problems when I tried to pull it out and it hurt. Not like a bitch, but it was really uncomfortable.

After several minutes of trying to get this stupid hair out of my toe and get ready for class at the same time, I finally just had to bit the bullet. I walked around all day with this hair in my toe. A hair.

It was at this point that the main thing I have come to believe over the last few years was even more confirmed. Nothing should ever be where it’s not supposed to be. Everything has to be in its right place. Even the slightest change and we feel it.

From a scientific perspective  nothing is ever not in its right place. From a physical perspective, anything that is not where it should be, causes pain. Pain is life’s way of telling you something is not right and needs to be fixed.

It was just a hair. but toes are not made to hold hair. That’s what we have heads for. And there you have it.

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Aug
01

Hello world!

So, yeah, I have switched from blogspot to wordpress. I’m hoping this new platform will give me more maneuverability and allow me greater access to others. I have no idea how interactive this will turn out to be. It is possible that I will change the platform yet again. But you know, experimentation is the mother of great inventions…or something like that.

Anyway,  I will give you information. You can give me information. And hopefully we all know a little than we did before. Cheers. I look forward to hearing from you.

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