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Walking.

How is it possible that it’s been twelve days since I last wrote? How did I already spend two weeks here in Orange County? I know I didn’t sleep through it, as I’m cursed with severe insomnia, but I can’t help but wonder where the time went…

It’s been hard. After living on my own in the rainy Bay Area, returning to my family’s house in the desert of southern California has not been an easy dance. There are many things I forgot about my childhood home – good and bad – and it’s been interesting rediscovering the emotions that my family brings out.

The number one thing that has helped me most with my move has been hiking. I live on the edge of Orange County, literally right next to an 8000 acre protected wilderness park and bird sanctuary. My family is blessed with access to a trail that runs through the preserved land – a trail that I believe eventually leads to Laguna Beach.

Anyway, I’ve become addicted to the hike. The land that surrounds me when I get deep into the hike is mesmerizing. Despite the rollings hills being dry as a desert, they are not at all lacking absolute beauty. I’m able to finally find peace on these walks.

cactusCaspers Park
I’m not the only one who enjoys the trail, my Belle baby was in absolute heaven the two different times I brought her along.

Belle
Anyway, now that I’ve fully nested into my new (and old) home, I can FINALLY get back to my full-time favorite pass time and job: writing! I’m working on a revision for FALLING INTO YESTERDAY and I’m ridiculously excited for the new content and plot twists I’ll be adding. I can’t wait to share the updated manuscript with a few of my readers. 🙂


Another Move?

Have I mentioned that Hannah is amazing? Because she totally is. Not only did Hannah help me get my layout back up on my WordPress, BUT she also explained what she did in such a simple, beautiful manner that I think I’ll be able to fix whatever glitch I make next time around. Hopefully, at least.

Anyhow, having that terrible generic WordPress page up for a few days inspired me to make a new layout! About time, right? I’m actually really proud of it. It features a photo I captured last Wednesday in Colorado Springs. And, to add an even greater personal touch, the header font is my handwriting!

About a month ago I decided to make a few personal fonts for the copies of A Fear of Tears I give out to friends. The novel features quite a bit of Post-It notes, so I figured it’d be fun to make each character’s font unique. ANYWAY, I wound up using Hayden’s (or, er, my) font for the new site header! It makes me giggle because I’m a bit of a nerd.

But yes, I only have FireFox installed on my laptop, so I’m not sure what the layout looks like in other browsers. Let me know if there’s anything funny going on. I know the header is a bit large/long, but whatever. I like it. 🙂

In other news, I’ve returned to Berkeley. My departure from Colorado was rather epic, as an insane blizzard made the I-25 icy and nasty and scary and slippery and dangerous to drive on. Needless to say, the trip up to Denver was a bit nerve racking, but Fayie is amazing and still managed to get me to the airport with an hour to spare.

I-25 wonderland
Somewhere in between Colorado Springs & Denver.

California is currently having a rather ridiculous heatwave (97F in Orange County/86F in Berkeley), so my body is in a bit of a temperature shock. If anything though, the physical discomfort is keeping me from noticing how much I miss Fayie, all of my other friends, and Colorado in general. The ten days passed by FAR too quickly.

To add to my mental/physical/everything craziness, I move out of my Northern CA studio and back down to my family’s house in Orange County this weekend. I have a lot of mixed (mostly negative) feelings about it, but I’m trying to stay positive. It is what it is and I’m going to make the best of it.

The pros of living back at home in Southern CA:

I’m not going to list the cons of the OC, but focus on the pros. And the pros really are great! So it’s okay! My time in Berkeley has been absolutely incredible, but the moment has come for this chapter to close.

Anyhow. I really need to begin packing up my studio. Fun stuff!


My Bad.

Please ignore the mess. I kind of made a boo boo and hurt a few files on my website. Things will be looking normal and beautiful again soon. I promise! Hopefully!

In the meantime, visit Hannah as she’s an angel and heatherezell.com would be a DISASTER if it weren’t for her.

booyah
Now I shall go return to enjoying the last two days of my time in Colorado. Watch out world, I have a camera and I”m not afraid to use it!


A Gift From Mother Nature.

Last Thursday I flew from Northern California to Colorado. I’m here to spend some much needed time with my best friend, along with a few other lovely souls (emphasis on the word lovely). Also, the fact that I’m in absolute love with the state of Colorado and anything to do with mountains feeds the need to travel back again and again (literally – since 2006).

It’s been a refreshing and fulfilling three days so far, and I still have about six left, thank goodness. I can’t even begin to describe how much I adore being here. The city of Colorado Springs is my home, it’s where I feel most connected and at ease. I will be moving here sometime in the next two years.

Anyway, while I knew it’d be colder up here in the mountains, I never expected the gift I woke to this morning. Snow! On Easter! I shouldn’t have been surprised, as the last time I was in town on Easter it snowed then, too. Being a Southern California native, I don’t think I’ll ever get over my glee of snow. While it does become a pain in the ass rather quickly, there’s something so lovely and peaceful about it. It’s not rain, but snow beats the burn of the sun.

CoSprings, CO

It made a perfect Easter present. I’m pretty sure it’ll be pleasantly mild the rest of the week, which is a good thing, but I’m certainly grateful for the random winter day. Colorado’s bipolar weather makes the state all the more charming.

CoSprings, CO

 


Indian Rock.

The past two days  I went out exploring. Living in Berkeley without a car and very few friends, I make an effort to go wander and discover hidden gems at least once a week. This has become one of my ultimate favorite things to do.

Basically, I put on a good pair of shoes, sometimes bring my iPod, and grab my camera. Then, I walk. I get out of downtown (where I live) and simply wander. I typically go in the evenings, but I give myself at least three hours of sunlight because I WILL get lost at some point.

But getting lost is the best part. I’ve found some of the most beautiful random things on these walks – a secret rose garden, a deserted mansion, mind-numbing views of the entire San Francisco Bay, a field of flowers, a hidden river running through the city…

On Friday I discovered the best place yet. It’s no hidden gem, in fact, after doing some research, I realized it’s a rather known spot. But for me, it was an absurd and random place. I was giddy. After becoming quite lost, I was gleeful at my finding.

It had simply started as another unique street. Every house its own home. Every tree dancing to its own beat. I caught my breath though, when it ended, and before me stood a great huge boulder. Three times taller than all the houses it surrounded.

I approached it and grew even more thrilled as I saw people were sitting at the top. Despite wearing a dress and becoming more fatigued with every minute, I had to find a way up. I had to reach the top. Lucky for me, I discovered that jagged steps had been carved up the rock.

I walked. Step by step. And with the higher I got, the more incredible the view became.

Indian Rock

I wish I had a better camera. A camera that could capture what my eyes saw. All of Berkeley. All of San Francisco. The buildings of Oakland. The Bay Bridge. The Golden Gate Bridge. The entire Bay Area. It stopped me cold, it was so beautiful and so unexpected.

Indian Rock

I sat. The air brisk, but slightly warm. The sun out, but not so strong that it burnt my skin. I sat and looked out all around me. If you ever come to the Bay Area, I highly suggest you spend an evening enjoying the sunset beyond the Golden Gate Bride from Indian Rock. There are a lot of nice sitting areas, so perhaps have a picnic, too!

I’m not ashamed to admit that, despite it being over an hour away on foot, I returned to the same spot yesterday. Nor am I going to deny that I’ll probably be back again sometime in the next few days. It’s just such a lovely, peaceful spot. So inspiring…

Speaking of which, I’ve been writing a great deal. Churning out words at a faster rate than normal. It’s all material for FALLING INTO YESTERDAY, which is quite exciting. FIY’s plot is much more tricky and woven then A FEAR OF TEARS, so it’s a fantastic feeling to have points finally come together.

Anyway, how was your weekend?