Sunday, March 18, 2018

Toronto Comic Con 2018

Happy Sunday!

I know, I know, I missed last week. Oops.

But March Break had my all time favourite event of the year - Comic Con, and this year I got t go twice, on the Saturday with my friend Ash, and on the Sunday with my siblings and their friends. And of course, two days means two cosplays. This year I went as Taako (The Adventure Zone) and Mabel (Gravity Falls). It was amazing, and I had such a good time. Here are some pictures.

An epic picture of a battle between Taako and Kravitz

I'm Taako, you know...from TV?


There's a name engraved on the side, but I could never read it up to this point. I never knew it was there. But now, there it is, plain as day.  L U P

Probably my favourite pic of me from the con...I think Krav was blinking?

"Carry me."     "No."    "Too late."   "Taako wai-"   *Taako jumps into Kravitz's arms*

Mabel Pines

What book? I haven't seen your book?

My first boyfriend was a bunch of gnomes. Have I ever told you that story Waddles?

And that's it for now. I'll try to do another post mid week about all the things I've got.

Until next time,


Sunday, March 4, 2018

Comic Con 2018 Cosplay Announcement + Short Story

Happy Sunday!

It's March, which means that it's Comic Con season! I'm so excited to go back to Toronto Comic Con this year! I honestly can't believe that it's been 5 years already! I'm excited to be going back with my best friend, Ash.

This year we're going as....


The Adventure Zone is an amazing Dungeons and Dragons podcast by the McElroy Family, and it's so funny, brilliant, and creative. I 100% recommend it.

Cool, now that that's done, a super short story.

"Seth, come on, you've been staring at those flowers for nearly an hour." Lia said. He was drumming his fingers on the desk, a sure sign that he was getting impatient.
"Shhh." He said without turning away from the flowers. "I've almost got it."
"I'm telling you, it doesn't work like that."
"How do you know?"
"Because," Lía sighed and sunk down into the seat next to Seth. "It's telepathy, not telekinesis. They're different things."
"How do you know all that?" Seth asked, finally breaking his concentration on the freshly cut golden yellow roses in the vase in front of him.
"Comic books?"
"Sure. Yeah, why not?"
Lía switched to their telepathic line. Come on Seth, I'm hungry, let's go grab something to eat.
Seth contemplated for a moment, staring up and the ceiling before nodding and grabbing his bag from the back of the chair. Together they left the house, and walked to the nearest McDonald's in comfortable silence - or at least, that's what everyone else thought.
Seth didn't bother to check the vase of roses when he got home, so he didn't see that they had rapidly wilted, dried, and lost all their petals.

Sunday, February 25, 2018

Psychic Links?

Happy Sunday!

Sorry I missed last week, the long weekend threw me off.

Are you ever having a conversation with a friend and then all of the sudden you both say the same thing? Or have you ever opened your phone right before you get a text?

That happens to me all the time, so logically, as I began to notice it, I started looking for an answer. Am I psychic? Do I share some sort of psychic link with certain people? The answer is that I have no idea, but I like to think that I do have at least a low level psychic ability, because who doesn't want a superpower.

Anyways, this got me thinking of two new characters based off a friend and me. Here's a quick little scene with them. Enjoy!

"There's no such thing as superpowers, Lía." My friend Seth said. I rolled my eyes.
"I didn't say superpowers, Seth, I said psychic powers. There's a difference."
"Whatever." He shrugged. "Either way, it's dumb. We don't have powers." I drummed my fingers on the desk, I was starting to get annoyed now.
"Then how do you explain everything? All the same thoughts, knowing when we're getting texts from each other, sensing moods from miles away?"
Now Seth was rolling his eyes.
"It's all just coincidences, Lía." He said. I realized that there was no way that I was going to get him to test our psychic link willingly. I was just going to have to think of another way...Actually, I had an idea. I turned away from him and stared down at the worksheet our teacher had given us. I did a few questions, giving him a little time to cool down.
"Seth?" For a moment there was nothing. I thought that it hadn't worked. I was about to try again when I heard his reply.
"Yes Lía?"
"What did you get for answer 7?" I asked, turning back to look at him. He was still staring down at his own worksheet.
"Ummm, something about the constitution I think?" He said. "I don't really know. The question was stupid."
"You know what else is stupid? The fact that you can't look at me when I'm talking to you." Seth turned to look at me, annoyance painted on his face.
"Hi." I said
"Really? Hi? That's all you have to say?"
"Seth, look at my mouth."
"What about it?"
"It's not moving." I thought, projecting my words to him.
"Wha-" He started, but he didn't finish. His jaw dropped.
"Lía?" A voice in my head said, clear as day.
"Hi." I thought, smiling.

To be continued?

Until next time,


Sunday, February 11, 2018

Writing with Prompts

Happy Sunday!

So I didn't sleep much last night, so my heads a little bit fuzzy. Thankfully I have some amazing friends that actually check their phones, and they were able to give me some prompts.

Dungeons, Dragons, and Golf

Richard was not amused. The look on his ancient face practically spelled out the confusion and not-so-subtle disappointment as I began laying my materials out on the old wooden table. Out of my leather carrying case came a ratty, spiral bound notebook filled with loose pages of maps, notes, and rough sketches of characters; freshly printed character sheets, the math done beforehand, but the personal details left blank; 3 sets of plastic dice, for the party; and a sterling silver dice set for myself. As I unpacked I could feel Richard's eyes - everyone's eyes - on me. Finally I sat. Across the table Richard eyed my dice wearily. To my left sat Harold, looking halfway between excited and dead. To my right was Davis, a wide grin spread across his face, his eyes all crinkled up. He was the one that called me, that arranged the whole thing. At first I had been confused. I mean, three rich men wanted to lock themselves in a room with me? But the money was just too good to refuse. $100 a session, and all I had to do was play one of my favourite games. So I agreed in the end. It seemed too good to pass up.
I'm wondering now if it was too good. Fifteen minutes in and Davis is the only one that will answer me in full sentences. Harold does nothing but grunt and mumble, and I get a word or two at a time from Richard, who evidently would rather be out playing golf than in here playing D&D. He can't though - play golf, that is. Davis explained to me that the wheelchair Richard was sat in had been recently acquired, and that he likely wouldn't be able to golf again. That's the real reason I was here. I was the back up entertainment. Unfortunately, I seemed to be failing on all fronts.
I make a split second decision to switch gears.
I exit the beautiful, mystical fantasy world that I love and drop their characters somewhere new. A golf course in the middle of the Bahamas, the emerald green grass surrounded by scenic white sand beaches and turquoise water. Here the heroes battle rude caddies, and former golf champions, as well as negotiating trade with bartenders and waiters.
And these three old men fall into it hard. Richard becomes the most animated of the three, describing in great detail what his character does to intimidate a member of the opposite golf team. As it turns out, Richard has all the luck in the world, because he never rolls lower than a 12 when using his d20. The session goes long, and I'm asked to return the next week for a another adventure.
Beauty is the the eye of the beholder. But apparently magic is too.

The Mystery Man

She had watched and waited every night, hoping to catch a glimpse of it, but to no avail. She had almost given up that last night, staring out her window, but then something caught her eye; she knew then that tonight would not be like the others.
Someone had drawn back the dark curtain that had previously hidden the on goings inside of the large house across the street. The glow of the candles illuminated a part of the balcony which overlooked the square. But the girl wasn't interested in that. She was instead enthralled by the waltzing figures, moving in and out of view. The women wore the most beautiful ballgowns, full skirts in rich colours, with gold or silver embroidery. The girl wanted to be a part of that ball more than anything. To be able to dance the night away, to feel the strong hand of a man pressed against the small of her back, to live a life like the women in that ballroom lived.
Then, she saw him. He was dressed in emerald green, his skin was as pale as the moonlight, his dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He was something she has never seen before. She had only caught a glimpse of him before he disappeared again, back into the heart of the party. But that one look is all she needed. She knew right then that she was not going to get much sleep tonight. She sat by her window for another hour at least before she saw her mystery man again. He walked out onto the balcony, leaning over the edge. He spent a while looking around. Then, though there was no way he could see her (her candle had blown out hours ago) his eyes locked with hers.

Thanks to Ash and Other Liam for their prompts.

Until next time,


Sunday, February 4, 2018


Happy Sunday!

It's been a long while, hasn't it?
Every time Sunday rolled around and my alarm went off, I found myself dismissing it instead of sitting down to writing something.
It wasn't because I didn't have anything to write about. Life has been non-stop, and a lot has happened. I just sat by for most or it, either watching it rush by like a speeding train, or drowning myself in it until I choked on all the emotions.
But I'm back now, telling myself that I'm not going to stop doing what I love because it's been a busy week, and I'm not going to explode every time there's a spark.

That said, let's get into what I've been up to for the past couple of weeks.
Remember when I was complaining about those long university applications? Well, I'm happy to announce that I got offered a spot in all five of the programs I've applied to. The only negative was the timing. Although I'm beyond happy to have gotten early acceptance, I started receiving the emails about a week before my essay was do. I had a bit of a breakdown after getting the first one (two technically, I got them at the same time), because it was the first definitive proof that things were changing. I was a bit better when the next 3 rolled in, but I'm sure that my reactions still weren't all that they were supposed to be. I'm glad that I know that I can go anywhere I want now, but it's also stressful having to actually decide now. I've narrowed it down to 3 different programs, all at different schools, so now it's just a matter of figuring out which one clicks with me.
In other news, the holidays were alright. I let my family surprise me gift-wise (I was much too stressed/busy to make a Christmas/Hanukkah list), and it turned out really well. I ended up getting a super cute shirt, a plaid skirt, a Hamilton notebook, the D&D 5E starter kit, and a whole bunch of other stuff that I hadn't known I'd wanted. I got to spend the holidays with my family which was nice, especially because I'm sure that I won't have as much time to spend with them next year.
After returning from break, I feel into a bit of a numbness spell that lasted right up until the start of exams, more or less. The day right before my first day of exams, we had out final 'assignment' for my thesis class. We had to write a letter to our fellow students telling them where we've been and where we're going. There were no boundaries, so we could be as open as we wanted to be. I heard some stories. Some were funny, some heartwarming, some awkward, and some gut-wrenchingly sad. I cried. A lot. I distinctly remember looking around the room and thinking about how little I knew everyone around me. I wish I could've spent all day in that room, listening to everyone's life stories. The letter our teacher wrote to us was something else. I'd always known him to be wise, but his words held an unexpected wisdom, well beyond his years. When he announced that he was leaving the school, I was a mess. I wasn't the only one either. People all around me were getting teary-eyed. Whether this teacher knew it or not, he had a legacy greater than most people will ever have. I didn't take long for me to spiral down into what my legacy will be. We took him out for dinner the other day, and it was a blast. I'm still not sure I know exactly what went down. I feel like I've lost a friend and a mentor, even though he's just a call, text, or email away.
After finishing up exams I took some time to start to ease myself into all that stuff I originally said I wanted more time for. I took a day with my friend Renée to work on a couple of different accessories for my upcoming Toronto Comic Con cosplay(s), which I am so excited for. (More on that later.) I'm also starting to try an get back into writing, so that I can finish the first draft of this novel and start editing it. I really want to publish it, I'm so in love with the main character, Callie, and her story, but I know that it can't become a book until I've finished it, so I'm going to do that.

And that's it. That's been my life, since the last post, more or less.

Until next time,


Sunday, December 10, 2017

Broken Parts: A Short Story

Happy Sunday!

Broken Parts

I am drained. Emotional. Physically. Maybe I'm just overreacting. It's hard to tell sometimes. Sometimes I don't breathe. I just hold my breath until my lungs scream for air. I hold it as long as I can. I take comfort in those moments of not breathing, as if it's one less thing I have to worry about. The amount of times tears have streamed down my cheeks in the past 2 weeks is just sad. The amount of tears the I've bottled up is unreal. The amount of moments I just wanted to stop, to break down, to cry out in pain, to beg the world to just let me be, are uncountable. Panic attacks or anxiety, I'm not sure anyone could tell the difference. What are you even worried about? They'd ask me, you're not doing anything. I want to tell them that it doesn't work like that, that I can't choose when or where these take place. I want to tell them that there isn't certain events or places that I can just avoid. Instead I say nothing because even if I do speak up, no one will believe me. I've learned to suppress most of the awful things I thing during the day. I lock them in a vault in my mind. I try to make it by. Drifting through life, as they say. I fake it til I make it, and I've gotten all too good at it. I've learned to laugh at all the right moments, how to smile through the pain, how to reduce the shaking and twitching to a minimum. I've learned which people can take me at my worst, and which can't. It's become a game that I know all too well. A game I never wanted to be a part of.

Until next time,


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Sunday, December 3, 2017

Just Keep Swimming

Happy Sunday!

December is here, which mean the insanity of NaNoWriMo is over, just in time for the insanity that accompanies the holidays.
I feel like I'm drowning, between university applications and holiday shopping and assignments and tests. I'm struggling to stay afloat. What's worse is that I knew this was coming too, and I did nothing to prepare for it. I didn't have a lot of time in November, but what little I had was spent of YouTube or Netflix instead of working on my thesis paper, or my English essay. I'm kicking myself now, but of course, I can't go back to fix any of it. I just have to keep pushing through, try to keep swimming, and keep my eye on the island that is winter break.
Realistically I know that I'll be okay, I'll have a few more break downs, but I'll get everything done. It's just harder to see that now, when everything is still in the 'To-Do' pile and not in the 'Already Done' pile.
I wonder if everyone else is feeling the same pressure that I am, or if it's just me. Are other 12th graders struggling along side me?
Today was one of those days were I just needed to get things done, but I just kept finding excuses not to do anything. My family and I went out to get a Christmas tree, I watched some videos on YouTube, hung around the internet a while, all to avoid doing work. I did manage to finish some of it though. At least enough to be slightly less behind than I was yesterday.
I guess if I was reading this I'd want to know how someone who is already worried in high school would fare in a university setting. I don't have the answer yet. What I do know is what I have to work on the be more independent, and I'm starting to figure out what works for me in terms of what I have to do to get work done. As the year progresses I'm hoping I'll continue to learn little handy things that will help me to be more productive.

Anyways, I've got to go put a homework guide together, so I can keep on top of the essay, the paper and all the other fun stuff I have to do.

Wish me luck!

Until next time,