Get it Together, Kiki. (2019 Edition)

Hi Friends (Exactly what the title states right?), I’ve been busy networking, adjusting to my job, going through healthy rounds of therapy, and crying because of rejection. You would think that after my reading for Outloud SB I would be thriving in confidence, and I was for a bit, but it’s starting to fade a little. I’ve always had trouble taking rejection because I ALWAYS felt like I’ve had to prove myself to others. I know people say not to care and to be yourself; however, sometimes it’s easier said than done. The best part is I’m trying! I’m trying … Continue reading Get it Together, Kiki. (2019 Edition)

Keep It to Yourself

Hi! Quick post today, I’ve been overthinking on how to tell you guys some good news, but I decided to keep it to myself for superstition purposes- just know that if you work hard and embrace who you are opportunities will eventually come. With everyone out there comparing themselves to others, it takes away from your own accomplishments. Why can’t we all be genuinely happy for each other’s success? Also, It’s been almost four months and I got an email saying my degree is barely on its way. Hey, better late than never right? This M.F.A marks 20 years in … Continue reading Keep It to Yourself

Not the Fyre Festival- One Love Festival Review

Hi there… I watched both documentaries of the Fyre Festival before I went to the One Love Reggae Festival last weekend. So my friend Xander and I found Fyre Fest relevance in everything. For example, it rained the night before we went to One Love and the turf was muddy and damped. The location was by the Queen Mary/ harbor, so it was a bit flooded. It reminded us of the Frye Festival documentary, the scene where it rained and flooded in those hurricane relief tents before the concert-goers arrived. I can’t believe people spent that much money on tickets … Continue reading Not the Fyre Festival- One Love Festival Review

I’ve Had It!

It’s been almost a year since my last post and it’s not that I have been neglecting my writing; I was finishing up my last year in graduate school. Yes, I am the youngest and first Latina woman to graduate from this creative writing program and even that doesn’t satisfy me. You know why? Ever since I fell in love with journalism and myself, I know I deserve better than all this $15/hr part-time jobs and obviously these losers I date who claim to be “woke,” but are scared to date smart-educated-self-aware woman. I’ve been searching and searching and walking … Continue reading I’ve Had It!

Dear English Majors

The hardest part of being an English major is not having support from your own Alma Mater. I was an undergraduate senior student at Cal State Channel Islands University when I submitted my first non-fiction story to their infamous literary magazine entitled “The Island Fox.” I felt a little apprehensive before turning in this piece that was about one of my favorite memories of visiting my grandparents in Mexico because the English professor running it was not a fan of me. In fact, she told me that I would NEVER make it as a writer, which made me contemplate dropping … Continue reading Dear English Majors

Advice From a Writer to Whoever Wants It…

Hello friends, I am recovering from possibly one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long time. I’m not the type of woman who finds herself at bars and clubs three nights in a row, I look like a librarian for goodness sake, but there I was doing the damn thing. How do people do it? Party three nights in a row like that? On a normal basis! That’s insane. Besides, one of my professors from school gave me advice on how to be a better a writer. Actually, it was a list of fourteen things.  Here are my … Continue reading Advice From a Writer to Whoever Wants It…

Why Not Now?

During my residency, I took a class entitled, “Rewriting and Revision,” with Colette Freedman. One quote that has stuck with me from that class (after a random tangent) was “Forties is where it’s at! It’s the best age to be because you don’t care what people think of you. You don’t give a fuck.” At age twenty-two, almost twenty-three getting to the point of your life where “you don’t care about what people think of you” is light years away. I thought by now my obsession with body image would fade, but it’s the same. The only thing that’s different … Continue reading Why Not Now?