Tag Archives: addiction

Hello, World, Cami’s back!

1 Feb

Let me just start by saying it was not easy. As I mentioned in my last post, for the entire month of January I went off the social media radar. Part of me wanted to see how much I really spent on it and why. Was I wasting time watching too many puppies playing the piano? Was I letting all that hype about Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest get to me? Was I letting the pressure of being visible as a writer taking priority over what I was really supposed to do, which is writing?

I had to find out.

For the first few days it was really hard, so hard that I deleted all the social media apps off my phone. I was at a point were I reached for my phone during commercials, when carpooling, when brushing teeth, when petting the dog, when cooking, you name it. I always struggled to understand how addiction works, but now it was my time to admit I was OD’d on likes and the pressure that came with that thumb up button.

So, what did I accomplish away from the media? First of all I had to retrain my brain to shift focus. No more liking what others did, but rather liking what I did. I sat in front of the computer and begun writing all those stories that I had started or wanted to write but was too busy socializing. I took a short story that I had enough material to make it into a novella and finished it. I had a second story that I begun after my trip to Europe last summer and finished it as well. I begun edits for two of my critique partners. I began working out again. I’m spending more time with my family.

Bottom line, I’m doing what I was supposed to do. The pressure of being visible is still pretty heavy, but as this experiment proved, if I put my mind to something, I will eventually achieve it.

What is the one thing you wish you could do but are afraid you might fail at it?

Ryan Winfield’s South of Bixby Bridge–ADDICTIVE!

3 Apr

I’m not an addict. I’m not. Never been drunk in my life. Never seen drugs in real life, let alone touching or inhaling/injecting them. I only play a few games (Scrabble, Lines, Words with Friends, Chinese Chess) and that’s if my son joins me.

And yet there is something I’m in danger of becoming addicted to–Ryan Winfield’s work.

By the way his debut novel is acclaimed I probably won’t say anything that hasn’t already been said, but SOBB is by a mile one of the best books I’ve read. It’s not as much the story, which brings to mind a dalliance between Wall Street, Limitless and Two for the Money, but the author’s voice. For that alone I give it more stars than I can count. Never read anything even remotely close to it. Refreshing, engaging, inspiring, through and through pure art at its best.

There are people out there for which telling stories comes natural, captivating audience in a matter of minutes. Ryan Winfield is one of them—a painter if you will, masterfully and effortlessly painting vivid scenes not by using brushes, but with words instead. Reading the first paragraph I was surprised how easily I could imagine the scene. By the time I finished the first page I was hooked. Coffee and chocolate helped me stay up all night to finish it. No way I could put it down!

Unfortunately I can never describe a book without giving away the story (what can I say? I’m not perfect). But let me tell you this: as one who has never tried drugs or been drunk in my entire life, the journey addict Trevor Roberts embarks on is a riveting life lesson. It’s not about where he goes, but how he makes it there. You’re down, hitting rock bottom with the hero, feeling his struggle, denial, torment, and sorrow. You’re up with him, high, rooting for him to get on the other side of the bridge, one step at a time. Rarely does a book embody a range of emotions such as this.

There are no quotation marks in this book, but I promise you, you’ll know who’s talking. It might be difficult in the beginning, but once you grasp it, you won’t even notice it. The connection between present time and past memories is smoothly created, without jarring the reader away from the storyline. The book is entirely written from Trevor’s point of view without one second of monotony, but rather engaging and intriguing. The story is paced, building up, until the climax with a comforting aftermath.

I sure hope I won’t have to wait too long until his next release…

New love–Caramel Macchiato

28 Mar

A while ago my friend Tami (the best nail technician ever @ Pink Polish in Chandler, AZ and whom I see every other week, religiously) turned me into Caramel Macchiato. We take turns who buys it and, while she takes care of my nails, we also drink Carmel Macchiato and talk about life, family, books we’ve read, shoes we bought and vacation plans.

Over the summer we drink it cold with extra ice and whip cream. Now that’s cold we drink it hot, with regular milk and whip cream. It’s delicious, sweet and bitter at the same time with an extra zing of… fluffiness 😉  And yes, it’s addictive!

What’s your favorite coffee?