I Just Wanted to Play Minecraft

When I joined Minecraft Kingdoms, I just wanted to play Minecraft.

When I joined Knights Radient, you weren’t even looking for me. You were recruiting someone else. I just wanted to play Minecraft.

When you let me in even though I couldn’t voice chat, I was happy. I just wanted to play Minecraft.

When I figured out that Knights Radient was a Brandon Sanderson reference, I was overjoyed because I had found my people. I just wanted to play Minecraft.

When I found time and found my voice for the voice chat, you were happy. I just wanted to play Minecraft.

When I found out you also liked Mianite and My Little Pony and were the oldest of many siblings, I found a connection. I just wanted to play Minecraft.

When I came to see the secret base room you had built, in shades of blues and glowstone, I was amazed. I just wanted to play Minecraft.

When we started a vanilla server, we had grand aspirations. We just wanted to play Minecraft.

When I asked you to help with the redstone for the courthouse, you leapt for it. We just wanted to play Minecraft.

When I told you my full name and you told me yours and I told you I was a writer and you wanted to read what I had written and you read it and said it was good and you suggested we exchange phone numbers so you could keep reading my books, I didn’t know where this would lead. I just wanted to play Minecraft.

When you tried to teach me how to fly with Elytra, you helped me practice again and again. You called that our first date, though we hadn’t even thought of such things yet. We just wanted to play Minecraft.

When we breached the topic of maybe wanting to date, I was scared. A lot stood between us. I just wanted to play Minecraft.

When we accidently were on the phone for four hours straight and we kept finding things in common, even small little things, we tried to hide how we felt. We just wanted to play Minecraft.

When you told me you loved me, I was shocked. No one had ever told me that in that way before. I just wanted to play Minecraft.

When I told you I loved you too, it was a still shocked ramble in a text chat. I just wanted to play Minecraft.

When we hadn’t even been dating a full 24 hours, you asked if I wanted to get married in Minecraft Kingdoms. We laugh now and say how crazy that question was and how crazy I was for saying yes. We just wanted to play Minecraft.

When you ask me now if I had ever thought any of this would happen when I joined Kingdoms, if I ever thought I would find love there, I laugh a bit.

I just wanted to play Minecraft.

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Dear Spiral-Bound

Dear Spiral-Bound,

You’re five this year. Five years of having this space as an online journal, a way to share what is on my mind with the world at large.

Five years. FIVE. It blows my mind. I know that I don’t write here as often as I used to. Now it’s once every few months at best when it used to be once a day. But I appreciate that you are still here, even if very few other people know or care.

Five years. You’ve changed in five years, but not much. I’ve changed a lot. And I think your changes reflect mine and my growth. It would at least make sense for that to be the case.

Happy birthday, little blog. I’m proud of you. Here’s to another five years.

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Kate out.

Processing Errors

I’m going to put a warning up here for strong language. I don’t know that I’ve ever used language in a post, but this is a post that is coming straight from my emotions. It’s going to be raw.

I don’t know if I’ll publish this post or not, because it’s full of personal things. But I know that I desperately need the catharsis of writing right now. I’ve been putting off writing this post because I don’t want to have a breakdown on a day when I can’t afford to completely lose it.

But enough rambling. Let’s go.

Thursday. April 5th. I’m at work. No wait, let’s back up.

Thursday. April 5th. I’m at home. Not yet time for work but getting close. I’m basically ready to go and I’m chowing down on Oreos.

This is the part of the story where, as I write, I’m starting to crack. The tears are already coming. Because of those damn Oreos. You know when you eat more cookies than any sane person should? You don’t usually have to fess up to that. That’s usually something you can be sneaky about.

But it wasn’t that day. I thought I could sneak those. I didn’t realize that those fucking Oreos were going to put me in the Emergency Room a few hours later.

I go to work. We are moving books at work. The non-fic books, so plenty of heavy tomes. We’re supposed to allign the edges of the books with the edges of the shelves as we move them. Later, my coworkers notice that, even before the inciting incident that kicks everything off, my books had at some point stopped being alligned and the spines were in fact zigzagging. A sign that my brain had already started to be affected by the Oreos, that I already wasn’t feeling well.

We get over to the cookbooks. Ironically, the special diets ones, like gluten free and diabetic. I move books to the book cart so they can be moved to the other side of the room. I’ve got the cart almost full and I put some on the bottom shelf of the cart. When I stand up, I see stars, flashes of yellow light in my vision.

I almost laughed it off. I was going to. I make a joke to my coworker. She suddenly gets serious and tells me I’m done moving books, go sit down, drink water, eat either her honey roasted peanuts or fruity cheerios (because she thought it was I need protein or sugar, which is good logic).

I get a headache. I stand up to get Tylenol and find out I’m dizzy. One of my coworkers during this time hands me a couple of pieces of paper for ordering t-shirts that I couldn’t make sense of (still not sure if I could now, but I just remembered that).

Another coworker gets out of her meeting and finds out what happened to me and asks if I want her to go get her blood sugar meter and check. I never would have thought that my headache, dizzy, stars were blood sugar related but yes, because I’m not sure that any of this is normal.

My blood sugar was dangerously high.

Damn Oreos.

My parents were not even in the state. My grandmother was here with me and my siblings in case of emergency (which we absolutely did not expect to be mine). I call her. I try to call Mom. I try to call my sister. In the midst of phone tag, my coworkers are discussing taking me to the ER and I’m starting to lose it as it hits me that this is AT WORK and MY PARENTS AREN’T EVEN IN INDIANA and I AM FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES GOING TO DIE.

i’m losing it as I type this. i moved my stuff upstairs so i could openly cry which is something i’ve not really been able to do since this happened and fuck it all i need to so bad. fuck it ALL

obviously i’m not dead. i didn’t actually die. and thank God for it. thank God for putting me in that job with those specific coworkers, who knew what to do.

but i do have diabetes

i don’t want anyone’s sympathy actually no, scratch that. i want more than sympathy. i want to know that it’s okay to complain about it. that i don’t have to be happy all the time that it’s not selfish and upsetting to you if i can vent every once in a while. i want to also know that no one believes that this is my fault.

because i am fat. i am overweight. those oreos were the tip of the fucking iceberg and i feel like this is all somehow my fault. like i could’ve somehow prevented it.

and maybe that’s not true. because i have several family members who are diabetic.

but i don’t want anyone at all to take one look at me with the knowledge i have diabetes and say “well, of course you do”.

i’m in the middle of a learning curve. i’m trying to figure out what makes my blood sugar high and what doesn’t. having anyone judge me right now or even seem like they’re mad at me… it’s about reduced me to tears every damn time. because i hate this and i hate that i have to watch it and i hate that my instant thought is if their tone sounds slightly preturbed, they are mad at me and i didn’t mean to send my blood sugar up I thought it was okay.

i’m taking medication for my blood sugar. i’m trying to exercise and eat in a way that works for me. i’m trying to be okay. i’m trying not to let this condition define me. because it shouldn’t. I am not a diabetic. I am a child of God, a writer, a nerd, a YouTuber, a Minecrafter, a kind and intelligent woman… who has diabetes.

But how do you keep a condition from defining you when it kinda rules your life? When it becomes something you have to schedule the rest of your life around?

And at what point do you stop being traumatized?

At what point can I allow myself to cry? At what point is it okay for me to cry? And I know people are going to say I can cry and it’s okay, let it all out, but they are at the same time trying to comfort me and that makes me stop crying. Even now, I have dried my tears because I have three of my sisters in here as I write and the ugly crying that started when I was talking about needing to cry is gone.

I also don’t want them asking me what’s wrong because i don’t fucking know. i had a brush with death over a week ago and i’m still not over it. i’m scared of people judging me.

i’m not upset about having diabetes. it’s not fun, but it doesn’t upset me.

i’m upset because of how i got there and because of the assumptions and judgements that come with it.

The song that keeps running through my head as i process all this in the past few days is I’m Not Okay by My Chemical Romance. It’s only explicit at the end when the lead singer says in the last 15 seconds or so “I’m not o-fucking-kay”.

I feel the same. Just not about a breakup.

Kate out.

Why I Love My Job

I just started working as a librarian at a local library. I absolutely love my job. For many reasons. Let me tell you about the best part, though…


About 15 or 20 minutes before the library closes, a family comes in; about five kids, a mom, and the dad. The dad is carrying a good sized cardboard box with approximately 40 or so books inside to return. The dad and the kids run off to the chapter books. The mother, bless her heart, stays behind for a moment and apologizes for so many books, with the excuse that she has seven kids (and she appeared to perhaps be pregnant). I smile and inform her that I am the oldest of eight, her family’s box of books is the same as mine. I don’t mind in the least.


In the midst of hurrying to check in books (because it is almost closing time), I come across Triss, one of the Redwall books. I also see Ranger’s Apprentice, so I know this family has good taste in kidlit. But it’s on Triss I linger and tell her I read these. She asks me if I know where the books are so she can check out another (I think for a child who was not present). I do indeed know where they reside and I lead her to them. This shelf is a bit of a holy place to me, since so few libraries have all of Brian Jacques’ Redwall books and I have loved most of the ones I have read so far. I believe all children should at least try Redwall at some point, but I digress.


The mom asks me which ones are good. I point out the first three (Redwall, Mossflower, Mattimeo). I also give her Taggerung, the one everyone says you must read, though I don’t like it myself. She asked what it was about and I do my best to sum it up since I was put on the spot (though, I remember calling it “cute”, which I think was probably not the right word at all, since Redwall can be kind of violent). She gets Redwall and Taggerung.


While we check her out, she and I make small talk. She asks me if I grew up around here, how long I’ve been working at the library, and if I loved having a big family (close by, just under two weeks, and yes, I love having a big family). I ask her if it just so happens that she homeschools (she does). We get everything situated and she, her husband, and her children leave. I hope I get to see her again in a couple of weeks.


I work in a place that’s job is to give information, mostly for free. That sounds so technical, so detatched. But it can be really emotional, really rewarding. Information is books, even if the content of those books is fiction. The best feeling in the world is putting a book you loved into the hands of someone you know will also love it, especially if that someone is a child. The library does not just give information. We share knowledge. We also get to share joy.


We get to share happiness, a part of the idealistic event in which a kid stays up too late under blankets with a flashlight because he absolutely needs to know how the book ends or when an adult, as snow falls heavily, sits inside in a comfortable chair with a cup of tea gone cold because they’ve forgotten about it because she absolutely needs to know how the book ends.
I got to share one of my favorite authors with a lovely family this evening. I hope they love it. I hope that they continue to come into the library for as long as they live in this area and that I get to recommned books for all the kids. Maybe they’ll pass Redwall on to their own children. Maybe we’ll get lucky and one of them will even come to work in a library in about 10 years or so and then they’ll get to pass on Redwall to the next generation of kids and big families who come into the library.


I get to help a legacy of books carry on. I get to help the next generation learn to enjoy reading.


I have the priveledge and absolute joy of handing introducing someone to a book, an author, a character I loved.


This is why I love my job.

Kate out.

We’ll Carry On

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I think my favorite theme/message in all of literature, film, and song is Carry On.

There is something powerful about the phrase “Keep Calm and Carry On”. It’s an old, probably somewhat dead meme on the internet, but the concept has been around much longer than that. There is power in the encouragement of “Take a deep breath and keep going.”

I’ve taken to writing things on myself in ink. Not to look nice, but because I need that encouragement recently.

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Such encouraging quotes written include:

Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

Embrace the void. Have the courage to exist.

It’s good to be strange. Normalness leads to sadness.

You are filled with Determination.

We’ll Carry On

That last one is a lyric from the chorus of Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance. To all the former/current emos who may be reading this post, I apologize for bringing it up.

I love this song. I realize it’s about death and probably something of rebellion and the band who wrote it is long broken up sorry again my emo friends, but it’s also about carrying on, despite how life throws wrenches into your plans, despite whether anyone believes you can do it, despite your dreams dying and your friends leaving you.

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Also, it’s really upbeat and it’s kind of like Bohemian Rhapsody musically and there’s an amazing crescendo at the end and I could talk amazing music all day. Go listen to it. Seriously.

(While you’re at it, go listen to High Hopes by Panic! at the Disco. And Take Back the Night by TryHardNinja. And All Star by Smash Mouth. Maybe I just need to make a “Carry On” playlist and share it with you…)

A few of my favorite Bible verses have this concept of Carry On. Philippians 3:13-14. Isaiah 41:10. Philippians 4:6-7. To name a few.

And it is in those Bible verses and songs that I’m holding on to. When life happens, when things don’t happen as hoped, when I’m just feeling low, I hold on to the reassurance that God won’t leave me and that He has a plan for my life and what is going on now is part of His plan. I am right where He wants me.

God doesn’t want me to try to solve the problems myself. He wants me to do what I can toward them, yes, but I need to just trust in Him, keep calm, and carry on.

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Carry On is a message of hope.

As I try to figure out life (not solve it, just figure it out) and figure out who I am, the message of Carry On is something that, well, keeps me carrying on.

Life isn’t always going to be hard. I’m not always going to be in a quarter-life crisis. At some point, it’ll become a mid-life crisis, right? I’m not always going to feel like the world is crashing down on me. I’m not always going to feel lost and alone.

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I don’t have to be Eponine-level of dramatic, either, but cookies do sound good.

And very rarely is absolutely everything a mess. Usually, even if big things are horrible, there’s at something small to be happy about or something that can brighten your spirits a bit.

At least the plants are happy.

So keep calm and carry on. We can get through about anything. Humans are pretty resilient beings and with God’s promises and some good music, we got this.

We’ll carry on.

Kate out.

Vlogging and Blogging and the Writing in Between

Hi, reader-peeps.

I’ve uploaded 9 videos to YouTube since July 27th.

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I know it doesn’t sound like a lot. But that’s a vlog almost every week. That’s a weekly plan, film, edit, upload.

And I absolutely fluffing love it.

As I said in my last post about vlogging, in some ways, vlogging isn’t all that different from noveling. Except that it is different.

Vlogging is probably better compared to short story writing. Sometimes short stories (at least in my experience) can be written quick, edited quick, posted somewhere quick. It’s a very fast turn around, much like vlogging. And my inner need to get things done and not delay gratification very much appreciates this.

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If I were trying to make a full length film or even something longer than twenty-minutes, then maybe that would be more like noveling. But most of my vlogs have been under ten minutes.

That being said, I have by no means mastered editing film. I’m getting pretty good at cutting and adding captions and stuff, but I haven’t messed with lighting or much of sound and I haven’t figured out rotoscoping at all. I still have a long way to go, but I have learned a lot so far. I’ve learned about the camera and the editing program and myself.

For example…

  1. I say “um”, “so”, “anyway”, and “and” way too much. Most of the time, I can cut it out. Most of the time.
  2. I also jump from one sentence to the next very fast. If I decide I like the first sentence and not the second, this makes cutting difficult.
  3. I talk with my hands. I might have to start sitting on them. Or taping them down.
  4. The webcam works, but not with the fancy video editor.
  5. The best camera is the old iPhone, turned on it’s side. But I still haven’t figured out where I’m supposed to look. I can look at myself on the webcam. I think I have to look at the lens on the iPhone and that’s hard.
  6. I might need to invest in an actual camera and tripod at some point.
  7. Having two different video editing programs on your laptop is hard on the CPU. I can only have the editing program open while editing and exporting/rendering goes faster if they’re still the only things open.
  8. SAVE. SAVE SAVE SAVE SAVE SAVE YOUR PROJECT FREQUENTLY.

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Or your program might crash and this will happen.

One very important thing I have learned is to have fun. You can do whatever in your vlogs, but if you aren’t enjoying it, there’s not much point. I don’t mind humiliating myself on camera as long as I’m laughing about it.

(Which brings me to a somewhat promotional segway– I made a video of me reading some of my old writing. You can find that here. It is amazing to see how far I’ve come in writing. It’s also very cringe.)

There’s one more thing. Vlogging is a creative outlet that takes up creative energy. I like to think of creative energy as one of those things that you have a limited supply of. It does get refreshed, but you really can’t control when it refreshes or when it dries out.

And I have a lot of creative outlets. I write. I vlog. I blog. I do creative projects for Ch21Con. I knit. I crochet. I bake occasionally. I want to do all of these but I haven’t quite figured out how to spread them and still be motivated for all of them. And these days, with my schedule potentially getting increasingly busier and scarier, I’m forced to choose.

I have gotten to the point where I don’t blog unless I have an idea. I’ve started sharing my opinions more in vlog form or tweets than here. On top of this, I feel like the age of casual blogging has died. I am not getting many followers anymore and next to no comments. There is no interaction. It’s just me, cathartically talking at the screen. I had hoped to monetize this blog eventually, but I don’t think that’s very likely now.

Am I shutting down Spiral-Bound? Not yet. But I would expect the posts to continue to be sporadic, at best.

If you want to hear my opinions and thoughts on a more regular basis, my YouTube channel is here and it would mean the world to me if you subscribed.

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Thank you to each and every one of you for following Spiral-Bound. It means a lot that there are actually nearly 300 people who do (or at one point did) want to hear what I have to say. I give you all virtual cookies. ❤

(No, literally, my blog gives web cookies so this is your friendly reminder to check those cookies and maybe delete the stale ones off your computer.)

Don’t forget to be awesome.

Kate out.

 

Thoughts on Vlogging: An Behind the Scenes Look

Hi, reader-peeps.

This isn’t just a link to my newest video (though here it is, if you want to watch it).

This is some thoughts on vlogging in the few weeks I’ve been doing it.

So, if you watch the video above, you notice that it has some weird audio/video bits where the video pauses but the sound keeps going. And I honestly have no idea what caused that. Something happened in editing that causes the video to do that.

I honestly did not anticipate or realize all the hard work that went into not only filming a vlog, but also planning and writing and editing and uploading a vlog.

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Let me take you through a little step by step of what I generally do for the vlogging stuff.

  1. Have an idea. I need to have an idea before I turn that camera on.
  2. Write a script. This step is actually entirely optional. I sometimes write down what I’m thinking to get my thoughts down and a general idea, but I found that reading from a script makes it really awkward. So my script is actually more of an outline and I absolutely do deviate from it.
  3. Actually film the thing. This is several clips and several takes and me getting distracted by the potato trucks going down the road as I film. This is me starting it and then realizing that my camera angle is really bad or what I just said actually sounds like an innuendo or I just trip over my words a lot. So I take a second to recollect myself and possibly restart the camera and then go again.
  4. Import stuff onto my computer and into folders. I like to keep things neat and know where the clips for a certain video is. It saves so much time.
  5. Edit. Editing video is perhaps the most interesting and the worst step of this process. This is the part where I realize I took a tangent that wasn’t necessary, my hair looks awful, and I licked my lips in one weird spot and I’m not sure I can actually edit it out. This is the part when I’m reminded how much I hate my own voice and I have to watch this video a million times to make sure all of it is right. And yet, this is also a step I love. This is where everything comes together, where everything becomes maybe not quite the perfect video I imagined, but the one I’m making for myself and for fun. It turns out fun even if the video is amateur. I’m not good at editing yet, but I hope that time and experience will teach me.
  6. Exporting and Uploading. The part that is mostly my computer and not me. I add video description and an endcard and choose the thumbnail, but most of this is me waiting on my computer to do its job.
  7. Plan the next video. The cycle starts all over again. I try to do this every single week.

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That’s my process and honestly, it’s not that different from noveling, except that I can novel with other people in the room and I can’t film unless I’m alone. Vlogs are just another creative outlet.

One very important thing I’ve learned in this is not to obsess about numbers. Yes, I’d love to be a famous YouTuber but even the famous ones started small. And if I’m constantly obsessing over how many views each video has, I’m not going to be happy. I’m probably actually going to be very discouraged.

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The only number that matters to me is One. If there is one person who watches my videos and enjoys them, I’m going to keep making them. Even if that one person is me.

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Now, this doesn’t mean don’t advertise and market and I’m still trying to figure out how exactly to do that without coming off as annoying or cheesy. But this is a learning process and I love it. I would jump on the chance to do this professionally.

Anyone else a vlogger? What does your process look like? Tell me all the things in the comments!

Kate out.

 

Is writing worth it?

Hi, reader-peeps.

Recently, a friend sent me an article called I’m Not a Writer. Don’t ask me how the guy wrote the article if he’s not a writer.

Summed up, the author says that he’s never felt compelled to write and if he never wrote another word again, he’s be just fine with that. And yet, he still wrote this article.  He has articles and whatnot published and some self-published books. This guy wants to share ideas, but writing itself is not something he enjoys.

Reader-peeps, this scared the crap out of me when I read it. Especially when I read the part about how he could never write again and he’d be okay with that.

She was such a great character. wish they’d done more with her. She was an amazing character! So much vivaciousness and personality in such little time. I wish...

I have been there. I have wondered things like “do I even want to write? would I be happy if I did something else and never wrote again?” This is not to say that I wouldn’t still be sharing ideas in some medium, but Bob-darnit, peeps, writing novels is HARD. I used to turn out a novel at least once a year. They weren’t “good”, per se, but they were full stories and I adored them and loved writing them.

I haven’t finished a novel since October 2016. I feel like I’ve said this before here on this blog. If I did, I probably also said that this scares me. I feel like something in my writerly brain broke and it was the part that allowed me to think of a story I loved enough and had enough belief in to finish.

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I have had thoughts about not writing anymore. To focus my creative energy elsewhere. Somewhere besides books.

But something doesn’t feel right when I don’t write.

There’s a quote that talks about enjoying having written more than the actual writing. Creating and sharing ideas is compulsion, writing is just the medium.

But I don’t think that’s true for me.

I’m happiest when the words are going down on paper at 1,000,000 words a minute and when I’m done and have managed to write 2 or 3k in a day, I’m drunk on storytelling. The creation of real story and life literally puts me in a bit of a daze and I can’t write any more that day but I am kind of just wandering around the house feeling accomplished and a bit delirious.

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I’m happiest when I see the thing I have created, even if it’s a first draft, and it is done and it is beautiful and it is mine. It has so much potential to become something great and to be loved by people who aren’t me.

I am just as happy during the journey as I am when I get to the destination. When I’m done, I feel accomplished, but I’m also almost immediately looking for my next project.

Do I have the urge to get words on paper? Occasionally. Do I usually have to make myself get offline to get started and whine through the first 100 or so words? You’d better believe it. But when I go back later, to edit or just read for fun, and I look at it and think “I wrote this?” or I print a page out and it feels like my words are tangible and I almost cry from it, that’s worth all the griping for 20 minutes as I make myself spit out 200 crap words. That’s worth all the writers block, the “help I don’t know what I’m supposed to write here!”, the tears, the sweat, the diet coke, the considering of asking friends to help, any and every doubt given through the process.

Writing is worth it. And I am going to keep writing until I am old and my plot bunny pen is completely empty. I doubt it will ever be completely empty, though.

And if other people don’t enjoy writing enough to do it all the time, fine. I do not shame you for it, I do not judge you for it.

Just don’t shame me for mine. I’m happy with my writing process.

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Kate out.

 

A Dream

Hi, reader-peeps.

People ask “where do you see yourself in ten years”?

I personally hate this question because it usually comes from potential employers. So you probably don’t want to say “Well, I hope I’m not still working for you in ten years and I’m really just here because I need the money.”

Ten years is a LONG time. I mean, seriously. Ten years ago, I thought that by 27 I’d be happily married and have a bunch of small kids of my own.

And here I am at nearly 27 with a much different dream and absolutely no prospects for marriage. I’ve never even been on a date.

So where do I see myself in ten years? Or at the very least, where do I want to be in ten years?

I want to be in Los Angeles, living in a small-ish, but nice house (if it’s just me, I don’t need anything huge). I want the sunshine of LA. I adore the sun. I want the coast. I’ve heard that the Pacific ocean is cold, but when it’s 100 degrees out, does it really matter?

I want to spend my days writing novels, for which I am a NYT bestseller. I want to be a vlogger. And a YouTube gamer.  I want one of those amazing but expensive laptops to do my work on the go but also a nice desktop for when I’m at home. I want professional video-editing equipment or maybe even someone who edits my videos for me.

I want to casually run into famous people. I want to be among them, hanging out and having people recognize me when I go to the grocery store. I also want to not have to cook all the time for myself.

I want a group of friends in LA to hang out with, but I also want to still have the majority of the friends I have now. I want to be able to travel (for book tours and stuff) and I want to be able to call some of the current friends and say “Hey, I’m going to be in your city! Want to hang out?”

I want to be part of a church that speaks truth and feels like a family, much like the one I have now.

I want to travel to Indiana for Christmas. For like the entire month of December.

Speaking of traveling, I want a car. Nothing fancy. I adore Volkwagen Beetles and one that’s blue or silver or bright pink would be lovely.

This is my ten years from now. It’s a bit farfetched and maybe I’ll change my mind about some of this. But this is my dream.

Kate out.