There isn’t just one way to have talent…

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There isn’t just one way o have talent. You just need to find a method that suits your skill set.

— Koro Sensei, Assassination Classroom: Book One.

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Blabbering

The school year is grimly inching towards us–especially for those of us who have to pay for the own bills now– and I’m trying to psychologically prepare myself before I move into my first apartment…with actual roommates that I barely know.

It’s just weird. Like…whoa. I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like. It’s one of those things you just have to experience.

Like kissing. You’ll never know until you’ve kissed someone.

I still don’t know…unless being kissed by my three-year old niece counts? Maybe I’ll save my first kiss till marriage? That sounds like a challenge. I could probably do it too. I’m not a huge fan of physical affection.

Anyway! Back to whatever it was I was blabbering about. Oh yah, apartment.

So I don’t know what I need to live in my apartment other than food. Food is required for survival. Ha, ha…okay honestly, I don’t know if there is anything I need to purchase beforehand? I’m sure my parents have some idea of what I need but I don’t got a single clue Scooby Doo.

I just hope that this year I can master making friends and that I get along well with my roommates. I think that my job has seriously helped me overcome my shyness. In the past I’ve always had a hard time approaching people but now I seem to be able to make small talk with people who I barely know. I hope that I can apply this outside of my work environment. I’ve always wished I could become more social. Last year I was extremely lonely…like extremely. That is no way to spend your first year away from home. I had a lot of friends the first month of school and then they all got busy…or just didn’t care to get together after orientation week (oh well). At least I’m someone who enjoys being alone. Although it made it extremely hard for me to work on my novel because I was feeling unmotivated due to my lack of social interaction. This year my goal is to make some really good friends. I wanna meet cool, fun, smart people. People who like to be themselves and won’t judge me because I have cartoon characters on my socks… and who won’t assume I’m an otaku because I like manga and anime. My best friend growing up is from Japan. He lives in Japan. He got me stuff from Japan. I got into anime. I picked up a few words. That’s it. I’m not an otaku. I know that being an otaku is an insult. I ain’t stupid.

I don’t know why I went on about that. This post is pretty random. I’ll end things here just to prevent anymore weirdness.

Alright, bye for now!

— R.

P.S I know that blabbering isn’t a word but it totally should be.

Orion Dreams: Attack on Titan…

Have you ever heard of Attack on Titan?

I watched the show once last year with a friend, and had a dream last night that I was that guy Eren as a kid. In this dream, I was packing things to take from our house for my mother and sister, before the titans broke through the walls. Then I laid down on the couch in my house (where I live when I’m not at school) and shut my eyes, holding my old teddy bear that I’ve had since I was a baby.

When I woke up and saw a blue wall instead of a green one, and my heart started racing. I was lying as though I was holding my bear and I started feeling around for it. Then I realized it wasn’t there and began panicking even more, kind of like how I used to as a kid when I took it everywhere with me. Finally when I realized my bed sheets were the wrong colour, I sat up and looked around. That was when I came to the realization, “Oh yah…I’m not at home….titans aren’t real.”

It was scary…

Transitions and Travel

It seems that the transition to university has put a bit of a pause on my work. It’s irritating but my father believes that it is understandable. He explained to me that I’m still just trying to get the hang of everything, and that once I’m adjusted to this new lifestyle I will get back into writing. Nevertheless he found it extremely surprising that I hadn’t done any creative writing period. “There is a lake outside your window! There are gardens that you could sit and write in if you wanted to. With all this nature around, you should be able to write about something!”

Now I know that there are many writers out there who purposely move to areas like this, a tranquil environment surrounded by nature, however I learned many years ago that if you want, you can write anywhere. A good example of this is my cousin, he said that when he moved to British Columbia, that he would begin to write there. At the time I thought, “You live in an area surrounded by nature? What is so different about here and there?” but after watching a show recently where one of the characters was suffering from writers block I realized that many of us writers believe that we need to travel to places like France, Nova Scotia, or Japan in order to write.

I knew that university may take away the amount of time that I had for my novels, however in silence I made a promise to myself that I would work on it every chance I had. I feel as though I have already broken that promise; three weeks I’m here, watching life pass me by and not once did I open up my binder, grab a pencil and “bleed” across the pages to my hearts content.

It makes me wonder if location does have an impact us as writers. To be out of my favourite spot to write, my bedroom at home, it just doesn’t feel right. Sure this is a bedroom but as I told my father, this isn’t my bedroom. Maybe after my trip home this weekend, my bedroom will no longer feel like it belongs to me as well…however I fear that when I return to school I will not feel like it is home either.

Where is your favourite place to write?

If you could write in any province, state or country, where would that be? Why?

What makes you feel at home?