I believe I've mentioned in past posts how much of a love-hate relationship I have with deadlines. To get started as a writer I've noticed how imperative it is that I take it upon myself to hunt down, tackle, and meet deadlines.
I need places -- journals, magazines, websites -- to send my work, and more often than not these places have guidelines, rules, and dreaded deadlines to adhere to. Generally, I have school to thank for training me up to meet deadlines, but the rest -- finding and dedicating myself to them is all a test for my self-discipline. Something that tends to get quite rusty.
These are the submissions I'm working on for the end of October. All of these deadlines are in November, but of course November's when NaNoWriMo begins. The goal is to get it all done beforehand. (You got this, Sarah's self-discipline!)
--LEAP books Beware the Little White Rabbit submission
--CBC Canada Writes Short Story Prize
--NFLD Arts and Letters Competition
That's all for now! See you.
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Saturday, October 18, 2014
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Everything is Better with Shrimp
As I sit here enjoying my hastily thrown-together meal, I can't help but think that every meal I eat is better served with the delicious fishy morsels known as shrimp.
Let me explain. I adore shrimp. How or why such an ugly sea-bug could become so full of uniquely awesome flavour is beyond me, but I honestly don't much care. Shrimp are awesome, and I love them. (Well, eating them.)
Unfortunately here in Newfoundland, the little pink caridea are expensive, and after starting school --again--, moving out to town with a desperate need to buy furniture and a great job that doesn't pay so "great", I thought I wouln't see shrimp for a long, long time. In Japan, where I had been living until very recently, shrimp were bountiful. I bought a bag every week. I snuck them into most of my dinners.
Recently, after being moved out for about a month, I decided that I had eaten one too many bowls of cereal for dinner, too many pre-ready pasta packets, and the food in my life had simply become bleak. I was eating to survive, and not to enjoy, and while there are a good many who must do this day to day, I not had not yet needed to reach that point. Far from it. But things had obviously changed since I got back. I wasn't making the money I had gotten used to in Japan, my living conditions were again, different.
That's when I came into a package of shrimp. My boyfriend thought (as did I) that my eating habits were lacking nutrition, so he was generous enough to take me grocery shopping. I picked out a hefty bag of shrimp from Wal-Mart. He let me buy the shrimp :) . And then the shrimp sat in my freezer.
Has the word "shrimp" lost all meaning yet? shrimpshrimpshrimpshrimp
Anyway! I eyed the shrimp in the freezer for at least a week, thinking that I'd save it for a big meal someday, and continued eating my packets and cereal, bumming meals and groceries where I could. Until I finally (thankfully) snapped out of it -- the shrimp didn't need to be saved. I needed to be saved from my eating habits, from my poor, poor-student pity party I was throwing. I am a grown woman, with a good life in a great country. My living conditions are different, but they're as awesome as I could hope for! I'm not making all the money I was, but I did save a chunk of it for just this point in my life. And, I had a bag of shrimp in my freezer.
That's how I came to the conclusion that everything is better with shrimp.
Let me explain. I adore shrimp. How or why such an ugly sea-bug could become so full of uniquely awesome flavour is beyond me, but I honestly don't much care. Shrimp are awesome, and I love them. (Well, eating them.)
Unfortunately here in Newfoundland, the little pink caridea are expensive, and after starting school --again--, moving out to town with a desperate need to buy furniture and a great job that doesn't pay so "great", I thought I wouln't see shrimp for a long, long time. In Japan, where I had been living until very recently, shrimp were bountiful. I bought a bag every week. I snuck them into most of my dinners.
Recently, after being moved out for about a month, I decided that I had eaten one too many bowls of cereal for dinner, too many pre-ready pasta packets, and the food in my life had simply become bleak. I was eating to survive, and not to enjoy, and while there are a good many who must do this day to day, I not had not yet needed to reach that point. Far from it. But things had obviously changed since I got back. I wasn't making the money I had gotten used to in Japan, my living conditions were again, different.
That's when I came into a package of shrimp. My boyfriend thought (as did I) that my eating habits were lacking nutrition, so he was generous enough to take me grocery shopping. I picked out a hefty bag of shrimp from Wal-Mart. He let me buy the shrimp :) . And then the shrimp sat in my freezer.
Has the word "shrimp" lost all meaning yet? shrimpshrimpshrimpshrimp
Anyway! I eyed the shrimp in the freezer for at least a week, thinking that I'd save it for a big meal someday, and continued eating my packets and cereal, bumming meals and groceries where I could. Until I finally (thankfully) snapped out of it -- the shrimp didn't need to be saved. I needed to be saved from my eating habits, from my poor, poor-student pity party I was throwing. I am a grown woman, with a good life in a great country. My living conditions are different, but they're as awesome as I could hope for! I'm not making all the money I was, but I did save a chunk of it for just this point in my life. And, I had a bag of shrimp in my freezer.
That's how I came to the conclusion that everything is better with shrimp.
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