I took this from my Paddy, from Facebook. But I hate posting notes there, so I’ll just blog it.

1. I’ve come to realize that my bum: is quite nice. Pilates works wonders, folks.

2. I’ve come to realize that when I talk: I either tend to ramble incessantly or talk too quickly.

3. I’ve come to realize that, if I love someone (not family): it’s the greatest in the world.

4. I’ve come to realize that I need: to feel understood and accepted.

5. I’ve come to realize that I’ve lost: my sense of independence. My sense of self.

6. I’ve come to realize that I hate it when: I doubt everything and feel the need to question every decision I make.

7. I’ve come to realize that if I’m drunk: it’s a rare occasion indeed.

8. I’ve come to realize that money: is only important until you don’t have it.

9. I’ve come to realize that: I’m almost out of most of my makeup.

10. I’ve come to realize that I’ll always be: vain and prideful.

11. I’ve come to realize that I have a crush on: Viggo Mortensen… yeah, I know.

12. I’ve come to realize that the last time I cried was: last night.

13. I’ve come to realize that my cell phone is: my lifeline outside of my house.

14. I’ve come to realize that when I wake up in the morning: I base my moods on whether or not the sun’s shining.

15. I’ve come to realize that before I go to sleep at night I: can’t turn my brain off.

16. I’ve come to realize that right now I am thinking about: nomming a Jersey Milk chocolate bar.

19. I’ve come to realize that today I will: watch Star Trek: TNG, clean my bedroom, and do some laundry. Maybe I’ll write.

20. I’ve come to realize that tonight I will: spend time with my husband, perhaps at a movie.

21. I’ve come to realize that tomorrow I will: be working at Best Buy.

22. I’ve come to realize that I really want to: write a novel to inspire people.

23. I’ve come to realize that the person who is most likely to re-post this is: your mom?

24. I’ve come to realize that relationships: are the spice of life; they’re also incredibly difficult when it’s long distance.

25. I’ve come to realize love: makes the world go ’round.

26. I’ve come to realize my best guy friend: is an excellent snuggler.

27. I’ve come to realize my best girl friend: makes me feel like I’m the best person in the whole world.

28. I’ve come to realize food: is a necessity that I only sometimes enjoy.

29. I’ve come to realize, when I’m alone: I’m really alone.

31: I’ve come to realize over the winter: I can be cold in +2 weather but warm in -15.

32. I’ve come to realize that heartbreak: is necessary to grow as a person.

33. I’ve come to realize that I’ve been crushing: myself with dreams of grandeur and “what-ifs”.


Those who know me, know me as an artist; somewhere between a wild child/hippy and a geek. I have always been driven by my own goals. I have the type of attitude where I dare someone to tell me do differently. I don’t take to authority very well, unless it’s my parents… and that’s only because they’ve earned being my authority. Don’t get me wrong, I listen to the ones in charge. I respect them. I just don’t warm to them.

I want to be the kind of woman that is never going to be tamed. I’m not mother material right now; I love my nieces and nephews but only because when they piss me off, I can give them back. I’m married, but I’m 22. I’m sensitive, fiercely intellectual, and ambitious. I will not settle for anything less than number one. I’ve worn my heart on my sleeve, fallen in love with an amazing man. You’d think I’d have everything figured out by now.

And yet, here I am: finding myself somewhere between certainty and chaos.

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While I was in Victoria, I spent quite a bit of my downtime at the Chapters on Yates and View. Right near the Starbucks, there was a section on Writing and Publishing. Happy squeeing aside, I went and checked out the section like I always do whenever I’m in a Chapters or Coles. In particular, I found two books that caught my attention. One of which I actually ended picking up.

Naming the World (and other exercises for the creative writer) edited by Bret Anthony Johnston. This book holds all kinds of literary stimuli for the creative writer (of fiction and non-fiction) taken from the great creative writing minds in the States. It’s only $17 too! Not half bad for all of the info that it gives you.

So, anyway, onto the prompt that really got my creative juices going. I ended up picking a prompt out of the book that was about unsolved mysteries. If you’re interested, read more.

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The loveliness of the state of my finances has forced me into the world of free blogging, at least until March. So, if you’re just joining Schizogeny as a new reader, welcome. I can’t promise you life-changing blog posts but they may be interesting and entertaining all the same.

If you’re here from Schizogeny’s old location at schizogeny.com, welcome back!

Anyway, using the free WordPress blogging software hosted on WordPress.com is a bit strange. I’m used to more control, that’s for sure. But it’s nice to continue with writing while my finances sort themselves out.

So, just before I went into this voluntary exile, I took a trip to Victoria to see what I could figure out about furthering my educational career in Writing and Fine Arts. I managed to get some serious tips on what I should be doing and how I should be going about it. But now, in the midst of all of this educational red-tape, I’ve been dealing with a change of a different nature.

My lovely husband, Mike, has decided that he wants to do a career switch. As soon as I heard he wanted out of software, I was a bit taken a back. I mean, I knew he wanted to get out of his current job but out of software entirely? That’s insane! Anyway, we’re watching Six Feet Under one night on our Xbox, while we have the house to ourselves, and he tells me: I want to apply to the RCMP. First words out of my mouth were, “What the fuck?!” Needless to say, this caught me out of left field and I’ve been grappling with this issue for the past two weeks.

*sigh* It’s a long and drawn out issue for another post. But welcome to exile, readers.


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