My brain has too many tabs open.
Too many things are grabbing my attention
and I’m processing slow.
It’s a drag.
Like a virus clogging up synapse highways.
When I was in my undergrad at CSU, Northridge (Go Matadors!) I discovered a passion – editing and proofreading the writing of others. Or more specifically and as others might put it, fixing people’s mistakes.
Since then, I have offered my services as a freelancer to friends, family, and friends of friends. Most of the time I did research or term papers but on occasion I would get to do fun stuff like create, proofread, edit, and distribute a birthday fact sheet or proofread/edit creative writing such as short stories and novels.
Sadly, I did not have the time to consider completing an internship in the editing/publishing field during my undergrad because I was commuting to school which I was attending full time and working part time whenever possible. So naturally when I graduated and started looking for a job in my desired field I lacked the necessary experience which I would have gained from an internship. Hindsight truly is 20/20. Continue reading “The Shock and Awe of Employment”
My grandfather recently passed and I’ve been in a bit of a creative slump. So the last few weeks I have made it a mission of mine to do more writing and be more creative. I came across this prompt in my Pinterest from a while ago and thought that it might help get some of the weight I’ve been feeling about his passing. I originally pinned this prompt because I found it to be interesting (although not fantastically new in any way) and when I came across it the other day it seemed morbidly fitting for my mood. The good news is, my grandfather was always a very happy and light-hearted man and his funeral was much the same. Continue reading ““The Seventh Inning Stretch””
I went on an adventure today on my day off. Around this time of year the poppies start to bloom and they are gorgeous. Last weekend there were hardly any out and this week there are a bunch. Nothing like they have been in the past or like they may be in the next few weeks, but gorgeous nonetheless. Continue reading “Poppy Days”
A co-worker recently made me aware of a 2007 social experiment done by The Washington Post in conjunction with Joshua Bell. Naturally I had to investigate the truth of the e-mail I was sent and found an article on The Washington Post webpage that verified to validity (at least somewhat) of the e-mail. Bell, a popular and incredibly talented violinist, was asked to dress modestly and play in a well-populated Washington, D.C. Metro Station during morning work rush hour.
The short clip published with the article portrays his beautiful artistry and the lack of public interest. The experiment was to bring into question how people would respond. The article written by Gene Weingarten presents a plethora of questions regarding the experiment: “Do you stop and listen? Do you hurry past with a blend of guild and irritation, aware of your cupidity but annoyed by the unbidden demand on your time and your wallet? Do you throw in a buck, just to be polite? Does your decision change if he’s really bad? What if he’s really good? Do you have time for beauty? Shouldn’t you? What’s the moral mathematics of the moment?”
I think that humans are inherently drawn to beauty but the demands of Continue reading “Everyday Beauty and Ignorance”
First, let me preface this by saying that I have had a lot going on lately and offer my apologies for making my readers wait so long to read the second half of the story. I meant to get it online two weeks ago but never got around to it.
But the good news… here it is! It’s really more like the last 4/5 of the story because it is so much longer than I intended. So thank you for reading and I hope the lengthy cliffhanger was worth it when you read the rest. Enjoy!
“Forbidden Basement” (continued) by Sabrina Buie
Harper pulled her long cardigan tight around her and kept her arms crossed as she stared into the dark abyss of the basement. She could see the faint glow of muddled sunlight coming in through a small window somewhere down there. A few stairs down there was an old dusty light switch. She stepped cautiously down to the third step and reached out to flip the switch. It made a light click, but nothing happened. She flipped it off and on again a couple more times. Still nothing. The moonlight streaming into the basement was not comfort enough for her to venture any further into the dark, dank basement so she backtracked quickly up the stairs and closed the door behind her. Continue reading “Forbidden Basement Pt. II”