at this rate, and financially-wise, i won’t be able to submit my novel to a publisher anytime soon. just so much is going on with school and family and friends, but i definitely do not want to lose sight of what’s important to me.
friend of mine earlier this year introduced me to Blurb, a print-on-demand company that allows people to download their book-creating and editing software BookSmart. Once a person’s finished making their book in their own creativity and style, they can simply order as many copies as they want of their book. and there! published author.
of course, the book does not get it’s own ISBN, which is the only way to mass sell your book to third commercial parties like Borders Books or Amazon.com. But that does not mean i cannot pursue my dreams. as we speak, i am already editing, making my novel layout and getting it ready to order.
i have a plan: i want to be published and sell some copies of my books by NEXT YEAR.
DEADLINE FOR BOOK SUBMISSION FOR PUBLICATION: January 1, 2011.
once that is finished, i will get the word out to friends, family, and others via Tumblr and Facebook to buy my book instantly through me, that way i won’t have to deal with ISBN issues yet. perhaps i won’t be on the mass market yet— but if i sent to a publisher i still am not guaranteed that it will be accepted OR if it will even be a success. plus, being a self-published author means being in charge of my OWN work, on my OWN time, doing what I WANT.
i’m going to make my dreams come true. soon.
yesterday i had the privilege to be a guest to the UC Berkeley ROTC Tri-Service Military Ball. I accompanied my friend who is in the Air Force branch, and we left San Francisco cab and bart-bound for Berkeley. It was quite a destination as well as adventure, commuting in a long black gown (me) and formal uniform (him). Lovely night, not at all boring, very intriguing. Met a number of people who were really friendly and, to my surprise, everything was not as formal as I thought it would be.
The the aim of this entry is focusing on nice people.
Ironically, the nice person of this blog was a homeless man. My date, Mickey, and i were back at in San Francisco around 11:30, waiting for a cab along Market Street. None. The man came up to us, slowly, and I was quite nervous, but he stared politely at us and asked if we were waiting for a cab. When we said yes, he pointed in the direction behind us and explained that there’s always cabs running down that street (“We’d get one in like seven seconds”). He was very nice, and not like mean or rubbing into us for change. He just wanted to be nice. I like to think that the world is not intentionally bad or that we should be scared all the time. Well, in the City yeah, you should have your guard up, but things that catch you off guard, like this man, was very relieving. I mean, the way I was dressed I was defensive and expected that anyone (or guy) who approached us would be harassing. But no, guys that did talk to us were nice and asked where we had just come from. a group of skaters waiting for a cab even said that we could get the next cab that was coming.
people shouldn’t be too scared of other people.
so it’s been rainy. foggy. and i’ve been sleeping. and i have a final at 3 p.m. today. and i haven’t been really productive about it. i’ve been making cute glitter Christmas cards and glitter snowflakes and doing lots and LOTS of thinking, rather than efficiently concentrate. i have a low B in the class, and if i end up getting a C in astronomy, it’s alright with me. i’m doing very well in my other classes anyhow, and astronomy is just the science core class requirement. i’m a writer, a creative, artistic person. i respect the sciences but sometimes you can only want to understand logical things to an extent. rather than what you want to know, what about what you’d like to imagine or see happen? THAT’S WHY I CARE MORE ABOUT PASSING REALLY WELL IN MY ENGLISH MAJOR CLASSES RATHER THAN THIS ONE SCIENCE CLASS.
back in high school, grades were everything to me. i mean, school in general really was. it still is, but with core classes, i just want to get them outta the way and move on to my English major classes like Authurian Legend and Romantic Literature. High school was for getting great basic knowledge, and now college is for obtaining the essentials on the subject you really really like. i’m definitely not a bad college student, i’m just not as uptight about the whole as i was in high school; i’m sort of giving myself a break. for example, i NEVER missed class in high school. and now when i can afford to (esp. classes that don’t care about attendance) i choose not to go to class because i’m really tired or am already committed to something else really important. i can’t be a bad student— i’m in college duh!!
and you don’t mess up in college.
epic day out in San Francisco with my best friends. i miss them. i miss the people from home. they’re real. they’re gonna last forever, i feel. so putting them into the City that i most love couldn’t be better. i couldn’t just stay in my room forever. i’m an explorer at heart, quite restless. my sister jokes about how i will call her from some random place across San Francisco and she’d be thinking “how the hell did you discover/ get there Paris?” haha, i love it. now i plan to write, or sketch my own arty renditions of photos i took in North Beach today.
omg, the beach in the fog was breathtaking. on a sunny day, tons of people flock to the beach. on a cold, foggy day, out come the ones who like to be by themselves, few families; people you really know love the beach no matter what. i’ve never felt so lifted and happy than walking down a sandy misty wasteland shrouded in perpetual fog. like time is very still.
i am always inspired, i guess.
i am very happy with the direction i am going in life. i cannot believe that less than five years ago i was set on being a lawyer. i was really interested in it too! then i got more realistic, i wanted to do what i really loved the most. reading and writing. i’ve accomplished so much by placing emphasis of English in my life. read more for sure, and i’ve written so many things. wanting to be a writer’s made me more observant of life, and because of it i have appreciated everything i’ve seen. that’s why i’m always happy, or try to be. because you never know when things will be gone.
the other night i was wandering down Market Street doing some Christmas shopping. i took a detour to the Yerba Buena gardens at night, it was amazing and breathtaking. looking up at all the skyscrapers before me felt like i was a small chess piece on a board, or that i was in Inception. the thought came over me that someday, this might all possibly be gone, this very spot i was standing on. the most beautiful things differ from person to person, sometimes they really don’t last. but in your mind they can. so keep making memories. and i way i love to store these memories away is through the stories i write.
you are all wonderful and lovely people. not just because i appreciate your following of my blog, but i also am simply reminding you of the truth. stay happy, find uniqueness in everything, always look for something to smile about.
a huge advice i got from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, my all-time favorite novel ever, was to look at everything as if it was your first time and last time seeing it. i hate people on some blogs i follow or facebook friends always complaining about life or like using FML a lot and boast of being unhappy. seriously, WTF IS THAT??? you like a miserable life? it’s a pathetic way to get attention. stop complaining and DO. and remember, if there is a hard situation, it’s just the inevitable part of life we can’t escape, but that does not mean that tough times ARE life.
i really do hope you are well-off, smiling and laughing in any possible way.