PAC CON

This past weekend I was apart of PAC CON.  For the first time as a comic book writer, I got to sit on panels and talk about what I do, why I do it, and how amazing it is.

I felt a little out of place at first. I was on panels with writers. People who write novels, graphic novels, web comics, or fan fiction. Why was I up there talking about the two comics and several screenplays I have done? What gives me the right to be up there too?

I started writing comics because it was fun, I got asked to, and I felt like I was apart of something bigger than me. I have kept writing because I genuinely love it. I would absolutely love to get a job writing for an indie comic publisher. I feel like I would fit in there.

It's so crazy to think of how life has changed for me over the years.

I wanted to direct horror movies. I wanted to be behind the camera. Now I want to write them, make my story alive on the screen. I want to write comics, and be apart of this nerd culture that I hold so close to my heart.

I have a lot to learn, but I know I'm on the right track.

Thank You Note

I wrote this for my current boyfriend, and with his permission, I have decided to post it here. I'm really in love with this piece of writing, as I am with this boy. Enjoy.

I want to write a thank you note:

Thank you for breaking my heart. Thank you for dating me for three years, with zero intention of making any sort of commitment to me, and not telling me about it. Thank you for spending as little time as you could muster with me. Thank you for seconding me to Magic: The Gathering.  Thank you for telling me my feelings were stupid. Thank you for putting little to no effort into my birthdays, Christmas, Valentines Day, and especially New Years. Thank you for making someone more important than me, even when I was your girlfriend. Thank you for making me hold onto my virginity. Thank you for rarely telling me I was beautiful. Thank you for never saying I love you.

I want to write another thank you note:

Thank you for listening. Thank you for texting me all day. Thank you for Facetime conversations almost every night. Thank you for watching my favorite movie and eating my favorite pizza. Thank you for making me feel whole again. Thank you for being my boyfriend. Thank you for using pet names. Thank you for kissing me in public. Thank you for my first hickey. Thank you for the flowers. Thank you for smelling so nice. Thank you for talking to my daddy. Thank you for being who you are. Thank you for making me feel like marriage is possible. Thank you for making me a sap. Thank you for telling me your phone pass code. Thank you for almost crying at the airport. Thank you for being on my mind constantly. Thank you for being husband material. Thank you for wanting to be with me regardless of my size. Thank you for loving my hair. Thank you for having amazing arms. Thank you for being persistent, even when I had doubts. Thank you for buying me comic books. Thank you for being gross with me.  Thank you for letting me feel the burning my insides kind of love for you. Thank you telling me I’m beautiful. Thank you for being understanding. Thank you for waiting. Thank you for knowing exactly what I’m thinking or what I’m going to say. Thank you for the Good Morning Beautiful text messages on the daily. Thank you for being ok with me being a starving artist. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for saying I love you. Thank you for saying it first.

When it comes down to it, I couldn’t have the last thank you note, without the first one.

Rock Bottom Series. New Years.

Rock Buttom Series One: New Years


You have to hit rock bottom before climbing back to the top again.
This is a hard lesson to learn, and I, my friends, have learned it.

2013 basically sucked.

I should have known from New Years Eve that year, since usually New Years Eve sets the tone for the whole year.
If you couldn't tell, that night was horrible. The "at the time" boyfriend had to work (even though I think he did this on purpose) so i was used to spending most of the night alone, and would get my kiss at midnight, then go home. Alone.
I did this for three years, so I shouldn't be surprised when 2013 did the same. I got my kiss, and went home. Alone. Except, this time I wanted him to stay the night with me. I thought I had him convinced, but then when I left his work place I didn't hear from him. Texted him, nothing. I actually didn't hear from him for days after.
This was an on going theme.. but we won't get into that now.

2014 I brought in the New Year drunk with wonderful friends. Probably the best New Year I have ever had. I got super sick that day, and was sick for the entire week. It was the worst cold ever, but I'm super glad that I experienced that day.

Now that 2014 is half gone, it makes me think about 2015, and New Years Eve.
I have recently fallen in love with a boy ( I KNOW) and embarked on a long distance relationship.
This is how it has worked.
He "courted" me for months. We talked all day, everyday before he came to visit me.
I didn't want to make things official until I met him, in person. (He had asked me quite early on to be his girlfriend.)
He came for 4th of July weekend, and I'll tell you what, he was the most perfect human.
We spent the weekend meeting my friends, drinking beer, and eating whatever we wanted to.
When he left I knew I didn't want him to go. I cried. A lot.
We made plans for me to go see him in October. I purchased my plane tickets already, and I'm so anxious and excited.
In October we will make plans for him to visit me again, and so on....

I want to bring in 2015 with this boy. I can think of no better way to do it.

It will be like my first New Years Eve with a boyfriend again.
A boyfriend who wants to spend time with me.
Who will kiss me at midnight
 and will go home with me

 so him and I can be alone.

Let's do this 2015

SPOKANE COMICON

Offically announcing that I will be there.

Jeremy and I will have a table, actually the best table, D1.

I get a badge, which I've never had before for anything.

SK8RZ, our newest comic endeavor is being unveiled that day.

COME GET COMICS FROM US.


Have I mentioned I'm excited about this?

SO EXCITED.

SEE YOU ON MAY 31st!

Supernatural Send Out

So, remember that one time where I wrote an episode of Supernatural for a class and it was rad?

Ok, well I maybe a little biased.

With season 10 approaching, and potentially their last, I decided I couldn't sit on this anymore.

What did I do, you ask?

While in school, my screenwriting professors made it really clear that even if we are in the age of digital and email, it is always most professional to physically send out your screenplay. Get yourself a THREE HOLE PUNCHER (PSYCH reference) brad it together, and send it out.

I went to Walmart and purchased the adult things like the three hole puncher, brads, and a printer, since my died a while ago.

I printed out two copies of the script. One to send to the Hollywood crew, and one to send to the Vancouver Crew. With International shipping costs, that one will be like 40 bucks to send out, but well worth it.

This could be the key to everything, or absolutely nothing. I've decided that I need to start taking risks for what I want. I want to write for TV, movies, and comic books, and I can't do that just thinking about it in my bedroom.

I'm sure every fan girl absolutely hates me right now, but once again. WORTH IT.

If i could write on Supernatural for their last season, my life would be complete. The chances are small, seeing as they tend to keep the same writers per season, but I'm, hopeful. I'm passionate, I'm "ballsy".

Wish me luck through this endeavor!

I'm absolutely terrified, but I gotta start somewhere, right?

I don't wanna be anything other than… me

I've lost 45 pounds.

I went to ECCC and had a blast.

I'm working with comics again, and I couldn't be happier.

There can only be good things that will be happening in my near future, and I'm just so excited.

I'm going to turn this blog into more of a professional outlet, until I can figure out how to get a website up and running. I'm going to go back to posting writing on here, and even try to get my first comic up, as well as the new one when it is finished.

May 31st is Spokane Comicon, so EVERYONE i know should come out to support the book.

I'll be getting my facebook back soon (boo) to start to plug the book and the kickstarter!

Hope everyone is doing well, and I look forward to posting awesome new stuff soon!

Back to Comics!

I had a wonderful meeting with Jeremy (the comic artist friend) last Thursday. Any coffee date that starts with "let's make comics" is bound to be a good one.

We sat down and decided that we wanted to make a comic for Spokane Comicon, which is May 31st. He wanted something new and fresh, something that we both had say upon in creating, and I had a wonderful idea. So, while we are talking, he sketches some rad characters, and that is it. We had our story.

With only 12 weeks until the convention, he made me a list of deadlines, which is great because I'm really good with deadlines.

I missed writing comics, and I think I missed writing in general. To go sit at Starbucks with my laptop and a ginormous cup of coffee, to plug in my headphones and zone out, doing nothing but writing was AMAZING. I'm so fortunate to have made this wonderful friend who wants to make comics with me.

He also thinks we can really do this. Like, make a living off of this. We have an amazing plan which includes a KickStarter, to make our lives comic filled and epic.

I'll keep this blog updated with comic news.

I'm so excited about something again, and that is wonderful.

Nerd Identity Crisis

I've spent a lot of time over the past few months trying to define, or redefine myself. I went through a bit of an identity crisis. My morals and values have stayed the same, and for the most part I'm the same person, but I guess I was more concerned with whether I fit in with a certain group or not.

Openly, I am a nerd. I read and write comic books, I obsess over certain movies and television shows, and I adore Wil Wheaton. I like Star Trek, Star Wars, Superheros, video games, (even though I rarely get to play them) action figures, and Conventions. I liked Supernatural way before Hot Topic carried the merchandise,  I went to film school, I can recite almost every episode of Psych, Jack Bauer is my hero

From this list, it is obvious where I fit in. There has been so much shit on the "fake geek girl" running around the Internet, and I got to thinking… maybe I'm not as nerdy as I think I am. This thought strain mainly from my breakup. I dated a boy who worked at a comic shop, and was a huge gaming nerd. I was never as nerdy as him, but I also vowed to never play Magic: The Gathering. Our relationship was filled with geeky things, we even had key chains that said "I Love You" and "I Know." I thought we were the perfect nerd couple, and getting out of it I see that obviously it wasn't perfect, but I never could compare with him. I couldn't compare to any of the girls who hit on him at the shop constantly, and even now I can't compare to his new girlfriend.

I compared my self so much to others that I forgot that I am the one that is important in this scenario. It is what I love that makes me a nerd. You can be a nerd for almost anything, I just happen to like a lot of what the nerd world has out there.

I know that it is silly to label yourself.

I've decided I do not give a shit. I am proudly a member of the geek community, and I will take that for what it is.

I have the Star Trek insignia tattooed on my chest, and I will wear it proud.

Geek girl out.

Weight Loss. Achievement Unlocked.

As it turns out, I've achieved my first weight loss goal and have officially dropped 30 pounds. For me, this is extra good news. I have been working my butt off to see some sort of improvement, and I have. I've been going to the gym at least five times a week. I go for a little over an hour, in which I burn over 1000 calories. My food intake hasn't changed much, but I know that it needs to. Especially considering that I eat out way more than I should. I did however, give up soda. I haven't had one since August 1st, unless you could the little bit of ginger ale with whiskey. I also minimized my fast food intake, extremely. I've only had it a handful of times since August, and it wasn't a ton of it.

I tell you all of this, for no reason other than the fact that I am proud of myself and my progress. I still have a hard time seeing it in myself, although I did post a picture on instagram from July and now and I can sorta see it.

I started this weight loss because I was tired of feeling bad about myself. With being dumped, I had a huge purge in my self esteem, which wasn't that great to begin with. I'm now in a place where I am grasping my life, and doing things for me, not for anyone or that asshole of a boy I used to love. There is even a new boy I have taken interest in, and hopefully I will be able to track him down and give him my number soon.

All in all, I feel well. I'm also a living mantra of Mr. Feeny's "Do Good."

New Year.. New Direction

How in the world is it already 2014?

I feel like the majority of 2013 was completely stolen from me.

2014, I'm owning it.

I've decided to only better myself this year. I plan to make myself a better person, and to continue to learn and grow as a screenwriter. Also, as a person.

I plan to get my act together and start a brand new screenplay within the next few months. I'm also going to write it as if it was an assignment, or a job. I'm going to make myself have deadlines and due dates, and I'm going to stick to them. I always found when I had a due date, I was better about finishing the task.

I'm also going to start my job search seriously. This will be much easier when my dipolma is in hand, but I need to start looking and seeing what is out there, and where it is.

I'm not completely against relocation, but there are things that are keeping me where I am at. My dad for one, friends for another, and a general satisfaction with my town. I think that if I do end up in the Seattle area, or even Portland, I'd be ok too.

I'm excited to dive into this year, and see what I can teach myself.

I mean, just in a few months I shot myself into gear, and I've come so far.

Hold on, It's going to be one excellent ride.