new big (and easier) change to my blog: a merge...
we all know the strenuous efforts to going back and forth between blogs. especially since my personal blog here has been virtually inactive, i’ll finally be back in the game here on Tumblr and bringing along with it my stories, writing hits and misses, and shenanigans that make me happy all the same from my writing blog, Mess of an Authoress. yeah, i know the name was a handful to pronounce...
weather post, mood forecast
yeah San Francisco is great. born and raised in the Bay and it’s always seem fantastic for me. but getting older, the veil is lifted, and the weather— kinda sucks. it’d be alright if it were consistent, and not sporadically switch up with clouds or fog or dropped temperatures by 10 degrees. all in all, it’s seasonal— cold when it’s winter and fucking HOT when...
dead phone: dead computer, and old diaries: don't...
phone has been dead due to a broken charger which i cannot buy a new one just at the moment. same with my laptop— but that’s another story, it’s always been horrible since last summer :( being cut off from the world isn’t that bad though. i’ve come to finally embrace thisDickinson-esque way of life, being broke and having broken technology is your own personal and...
a pretty little incident
there is the most beautiful blossom tree in the steep hill behind the gates that draw out the boundaries of my backyard. if not to sound too Anne Shirley-ish, it truthfully was a surprise and excitement to see that the black tree behind the gate that was bare and stiff in the summers bloomed into a torch of delicate white flowers. if i hadn’t been reading the Anne of Green Gables books...
thoughts about characters while eating a food...
i’m referring to when i ate the best of San Francisco’s whole Off the Grid regime— a Fryin’ Maiden fried chicken sandwich from the eclectic and punching food truck Brass Knuckle with a menu giving homage to the greatest musicians. now that’s a prime example of character— yes even in the culinary business! not just the business itself that has their twist, too. i...
my god, this week in news!
King Richard III’s been found in a parking lot The Alabama boy is safe The former King of Cambodia is finally laid to rest four months after his death French women are legally allowed to wear pants now
heart and soul and laughter
now that i’ve switched my senior seminar piece to my novel, it’s rekindled this fire i’ve long forgotten for this piece. i’m a novelist, i can’t forget that, and it’s been so long since i’ve tackled anything this huge. The Muse Land was my joy, a defining moment in my committment to the written word. even though it’s still a raw story that i really...
"Eden for Peter Pan," a poem
My grand journey would begin with a swan dive. And over that edge, I would fly on. Such a journey it’d be, if we could fly, and I know where my spread arms will steer me. The rooftops from below I can see a world that shouldn’t be there. I may not have wings. But I have a view from the 32nd floor. At my feet flowers look blurred, blue velvet and metallic mist dripping onto matte red that sways...
four s's of 2013
SENIOR. SPRING. SEMESTER. SUBMISSIONS. it’s going to be a busy ride, especially adding onto my time this internship. this last semester is very special and important, obviously because it’s not just my last semester of the school year but my LAST ONE EVER. and thank goodness my only disertation equivalent is a full creative work at least of 30 pages! and then there’s also my...
I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast I am alone in the night...– “Ride” by Lana Del Rey just obsessed with this song of late.
helllooooo.... from the intern at McSweeney's!!
I AM BACK. because i have a working computer now (temporarily)! it is (was) Sunday. it’s going to be a busy year now, especially this semester— graduating in May! and suddenly i’ve gotten the one thing i’ve always wanted to experience: publishing and editing at the backbone of an actual house. a house like McSweeney’s. this is my second week and so far it’s...
Paris Kim: goals of 2013 (resolutions,or whatever) →
paris-kim: write more humor pieces, be it essays or stories fix my handwriting, because i think faster than i write keep in touch with friends! because i’ve missed them i realized over this winter break write things down pay more attention— can’t mess up with my forthcoming internship at McSweeney’s! …
reasons why i is happy at the moment:
The Christmas Village, which Daddy decided to set up again this Christmas season after like a five-year hiatus. gosh, it’s absolutely one of my favorite things about the holidays. he’d go nuts back when i was younger just going into department and hardware stores to buy the tiny denizens of the little town that lit up and always changed each year. and each year he added a new fixture,...
the language barrier between American me and my...
(whilst on Skype)
Paris: look! i have £10 note!
Matt: that's great! you have my money!
Paris: and the coins you left me! one of them's £1!
Matt: yeah, those are the best coins! i like pounds, it's just that they're soooo heavy.
Paris Kim: a big hump day has passed →
paris-kim: it was windy and i got to wear a scarf with an outfit that’s aesthetically correct. SAN FRANCISCO GIANTS!! “I sold my wake board to be here, and I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT!!! YEAH!!!” — said a decked-out-painted on Giants fan interviewed on local news station after Giants beat…
having not written fiction for months,
it actually feels great. i love fiction, and the imagination running riot and endless with whatever craziness comes to mind— let alone making all of it meaning something. but, i’ve felt i’ve written enough for the time being. i want to expand my talent, and see what limits i can break with something i feel so strongly devoted to. this means trying out nonfiction and poetry....
between a cat and my favorite dog i’d choose the dog. but between a black cat and a dog i’d go for the black cat. i’ve always found them mysterious things. i think because of my old obsession with wanting to become a witch for the longest time. i love owls for being eccentric and wise, but if there weren’t owls there’d be the black cat. that’s all i can really describe why i like them and...
Where We Like to Gather Alone
My boyfriend replies to the picture message I just texted him, he is amazed at how big City Hall was, alike in so many ways to Buckingham Palace of his own country. He’s growing sentimental on me. I take a second look up, and he’s pretty much right. The gray steel dome is the crown to the seat of this brave little city. Brave in that it was proud, boasting, loud of its progress and...
in addition to all the other writing mess here, I...
Words to keep inside your pocket
minzihogschocolate: Quiescent - a quiet, soft-spoken soul. Chimerical - merely imaginary; fanciful. Susurrus - a whispering or rustling sound. Raconteur - one who excels in story-telling. Clinquant - glittering; tinsel-like. Aubade - a song greeting the dawn. Ephemeral - lasting a very short time. Sempiternal - everlasting; eternal. Euphonious - pleasing; sweet in sound. ...
had the biggest headache on the BART home today!
but nothing some writing and a good hair pulling (where are you, Matt?) can’t fix, thank goodness! because i ride BART three days a week, give or take one day for a Sigma Tau Delta meeting or a Word Night reading*, it’s a lot of idle time spent, eighty minutes a day of just emptiness. and admittedly, none of it is really used for effective writing. i guess i don’t bother because...
Word List: Alternatives to "Whisper"
writeworld: Instead of whispered, consider: murmured mumbled muttered breathed sighed hissed mouthed uttered intoned susurrated purred said in an undertone gasped hinted said low said into someone’s ear said softly said under one’s breath said in hushed tones insinuated
this is going to be an exciting, kick-ass night!
my first live reading in MONTHS! am i nervous? should i memorize anything? do i give a bio? i don’t know the answer to any of these questions. i never feel like i’m prepared for a reading even when i have practiced in front of a mirror and rallied up an audience for the night. i do wish i could do more. live readings, community involvement with other writers. i wish. and why...
Turn on the radio. Vince’s hands are knobby. It’s Lana Del Rey’s low voice all scratched and distorted because Live105.3 is static out here for some reason. The car’s going, some ’08 Mazda 3—white. I’m sure it’s not his car. There’s what looks like a baby boar tusk hanging from the rearview. The car we drove in two months ago was green—the tusk was there too. At least he’s laughing; I...
dichotomy, diction, objective, experience.
i hear them used at least four times in every class i’ve had these past 3 weeks.
ends of summer, beginning to senior year
here i am for a lengthy, long-awaited little piece about this passing summer. typically i recap things, but there’s just been too much that’s occurred. and even better, i feel strongly that tons will occur in the next few weeks of my fall semester starting. a boyfriend. oceanside. city lights i never saw. summer heat of California. alone. soccer. music is the savior— yes it is....
an old, fond memory:
i have a very special sleeping bag. it’s just as old as me pretty much; my mom took me and my sister to JC Penny when we were little on an errand, to buy us sleeping bags, that is. don’t know why, didn’t question it. but i knew right away that while Milan chose a pink Barbie ballerina kid’s sleeping bag, my heart was set on the Bananas in Pajamas one. yes. and it’s...
my new lifestyle blog PARIS OF THE WEST on things... →
California: this circus will always have my heart
it’s the place i half-heartedly had in mind when i wrote “By Your Side.” it’s colorful, big, bustling with youth and madly-driven to find youth elderly— and it’s not to be found in Southern California. it’s a little trek to Shangri-La with Santa Cruz. i found myself along the winding redwoods of Hwy 17 and out to the Pacific along the Boardwalk this...
smallcitysecrets: When you’re writing a story and then your characters just take over and suddenly you’re like WHOA, that is not where I intended the plotline to go. Can’t even control the people that only exist in my head. Awkward.
why i'm going to be excited for the movies in the...
paris-kim: The Perks of Being a Wallflower On the Road Les Miserables (if you’re into musicals, too) BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS ohh yes, Breaking Dawn, Part II JK.
life after a favorite class:
for one, i do not want to give this book back. as much as i look forward to summer i will miss my studies in fiction class, primarily for the effect it’s had on my own writing. it was my first serious writing/ workshop-esque class where my work was seen, read, reviewed. it was so helpful. and with these stories— all so quirky, quick, broad, vague, silly and horrid—i realized...
Life Alone with a Nameless Cat: my 1 am post. →
paris-kim: haven’t been on in WEEKS! it’s been awhile since i’ve really felt an urge to write strictly on something positively happy, outside of my writing. writing makes me happy, and i’ve been doing a lot of it lately. in fact, a lot of my time’s been devoted to developing my official blog Mess of an…
two weeks. then summer.
i really need this summer! it’s going to be terrific, i know it. NOT going to London in the fall, if i didn’t mentioned that already (then again you all didn’t know i was planning for London then). if i did, i’d be behind on graduation, and as much as i love college, thanks to the right major i pursued, i wouldn’t want to stick around longer than necessary. for...