Remember when I decided to write a novella? I haven’t written anything since that day. But instead I am putting it on hold and writing this fictional story.
I’ve created a music artist and will write a feature story for Rolling Stone magazine. Everything in this is made up, but I was inspired by Rolling Stone articles on Taylor Swift, Rick Ross and Lana Del Ray to write this. It’s a work in progress. Here is a sneak peek at what I have so far. It will probably be changed as I rework this.
The Rolling Stone interview
Remember when I said I had some story ideas? Well, I realized that I may never write these as a book, but a short story isn’t out of the question.
I decided to take one of the ideas and start to write it. I am not sure where it goes and how long it takes. I have never written anything of this magnitude before, especially as a fiction story.
But who knows? Maybe it will turn out OK. Here’s a sneak preview of what I have so far:
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Originally posted on But at the end of the day...:
The Japanese American National Museum was my weekly home for almost two months. It’s a great place.
During the time between my departure from the NFL Network and my arrival at Yahoo, I was looking for something to do to occupy my time. I think that for me, I just wanted to stay connected. I wanted to stay fresh. I needed to really make myself useful.
Thanks to a suggestion of a friend, I got connected with the Asian American Journalists Association. This was a group that I had always known about. But because their meetings were far away and I was a poor college student back then, I never gave it much thought. I always thought that I would learn my way through my field in journalism without them. And so far, I was right.
But now that I am in Los Angeles and they have an LA chapter…
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Vaseline on my cheek, wipe off the white
Just me and the mirror under the small light
Another day gone by in front of the crowd
They kept chanting my name oh so loud
Over the past month, I have had two people ask me for their help in reviewing and editing their papers for school. One of them asked me to edit several short papers and to ensure that the message portrayed is understandable. He got a 95%.
The other is my foreign housemate who writes about medical studies. Last week he asked me to edit his 17-page paper and in exchange on his own accord without telling me, got me desserts. I have no idea what half of the words he said in the paper but he told me he got 100% on it.
That brings me joy, that something I am good at is something people believe in me enough to put their schoolwork in my hands. Awesome!
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Can you read my mind?
Do you know what I’m thinking of? There’s so much going on in my mind right now. I’m not sure how all of this is possible. Only yesterday did you come into my life and swoop me from the sky. This can’t be real. How can a man catch me in mid-air with one arm and catch a helicopter in another? Am I dreaming all of this? This is probably when I should wake up from this wild fantasy.
But I can’t. You’re all I’ve been thinking of since I met you. I don’t know if you’ll ever tell me the answers to all the questions I have.
Do you know what it is that you do to me?
There are two people that I credit for inspiring me to become a writer. Maybe I should write to them like this person did.
Originally posted on chica and bubba:
Do you ever have those moments where you feel like you are supposed to write a letter to someone? Maybe it’s a get well card for someone battling a nasty illness, a hello message for a friend I haven’t seen in ages, or a thank you card for a helpful neighbor. I get those feelings quite often, but 99% of the time I just ignore them. Maybe I can’t find the right kind of stationery, or if I could, I know I couldn’t find an address and a stamp. I make really good excuses, and those really good notes go unwritten.
About a week ago I again had that feeling after reading the editor’s note in Real Simple magazine. It was about thanking someone for a conversation that changed your life. I immediately had a person in mind, but I began rationalizing that I would never find a way to…
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