thoughts

DREAM — OCTOBER 24, 2019

Hello, my dear readers!

Today’s post is going to be a little different than normal. If you read the title and wondered, “What in the world does this mean?” then you’re in for quite the surprise. Today I’m going to recount a weird dream I had a few days ago.

Hold on, what?

Yes, you read that correctly. We’re diving into a dream I had a few days ago, since I believe there is some interesting information to glean from it, and this blog could do with a unique post that will hopefully fascinate you and challenge your own self along the way. And as my wise Momma J said, “Put it on the blog. See what your readers have to think about this dream.”


THE DREAM.

I am standing in a college auditorium. I have no idea what class this is, or who the professor is, or anything at all (the magic of a dream, I suppose).

But eventually it becomes clear that this class has a guest speaker, who turns out to be an old man lecturing on science. He asks the class a few questions, but no one knows the answers, and suddenly he starts to look very sick. His words are slurred, his eyes glaze over, and then he falls down, hits his head, and dies.

No one does anything. All these college students just stare, uncaring, as if they’d rather be somewhere else to avoid this “embarrassing” situation. Realizing that no one is going to do anything, I jump up  and run to him, screaming that someone needs to call 911. I look up in horror and notice the old man’s wife sits in the back row, her head buried in her hands.

Two friends then appear: One who is studying to be a doctor, and another who is studying to be a nurse. They jump into action and hurry off to find help. Eventually, they return with a group of doctors who pronounce the old man dead and place him in a body bag, but ask if anyone in the room wants to do CPR on him.

My friends and I volunteer, but when I step up to him, there is now a brain on top of the body bag. And yes, I perform CPR on it.

This does nothing (of course), and then we are shooed out of the auditorium, where the college kids are laughing, joking around, and taking pictures of nothing. They’re excited we’re out of class, even if it means an old man is dead.

I get fed up and go back into the auditorium again, where I find my parents. My mom looks at me in horror and says, “Let’s get out of here.”

Then I wake up.


WEIRD.

So very weird indeed, but I thought it would be interesting to hear your perspective on this dream. Obviously we shouldn’t take dreams to be literal perceptions, but it is very interesting to analyze what our brains produce in our sleeping state.

Luckily my dreams have been happier since then, but this one was definitely one to write down. Maybe one day I will come back to it and understand everything, but as for now… I’m mystified!

Anyhow our next post will be a little more normal. (Hopefully!)

And in the meantime, try not to do CPR on any brains out there. 😉

-Katie Kay

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thoughts

THINKING AHEAD

Hello, my dear readers!

I hope you all are doing well on this beautiful Friday. Here in California we are experiencing the wrath of the mighty Santa Ana winds, so please keep this state in your prayers as we brace for more wildfire threats.

For today’s post I thought it would be interesting to do a “Thoughts” post in which I ramble a little bit. It’s been a while since I’ve shared my thoughts with you all, so I hope you don’t mind if we stray away from poetry.

Before we start with the thoughts, I want to alert you as to some posts you can expect to see in the coming weeks. Sometime soon I will release my short story “Shadow” here on Katie Kay! It is a psychological thriller that I wrote for creative writing class, and I’m pretty excited about it. Additionally, I want to do a November challenge for Thanksgiving. For those of you are unfamiliar with Thanksgiving, just know it is a time for Americans to congregate and eat a bunch of turkey. Okay, really Thanksgiving is a time for family and appreciation. Therefore, I am thinking about what I want to do to spread my appreciation in the month of November via this blog.

All right, so let’s head into the topic for today… 🙂

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In the middle of California, I think (August 2019)

1. THINGS FALL INTO PLACE — SOMETIMES

Why does it seem like some things are meant to be, and others make no sense at all? Well, that’s the mystery of life. And it hurts when things don’t go according to plan, but then that makes the fulfillment of our goals even sweeter.

As my college years come to a close, I’ve found that certain things have most definitely fallen into place, and for that I am very thankful. But when it comes to other things, well… I just scratch my head and wonder: What in the world?

Accepting the reality that things (may) fall into place is important, but it’s not earth-shattering. Instead we must remember that we are in charge of our destinies, which leads me to my next point…


2. HARD WORK PAYS OFF

Man didn’t get to the moon overnight, so why do we think we will blink an eye and things will magically fall into place? (See what I did there?)

I am a believer in hard work. One specific example of this relates to a friend back home. After graduating college in three years, she returned home and spent a month straight studying for the MCAT, the very difficult exam to enter medical school here in the States. She spent eight hours a day dissecting study books while hunting for her first post-college job. (Yes, eight hours. A day. Hug a doctor if you see one.)

The day before the test, she received a phone call asking her to come into a health clinic for a job interview. Not only did she ace the interview in the midst of her final MCAT prep, but she aced the test the next day. And right after the test, she received another phone call. This time: A full-time job offer.

See? Things fell into place, but because of hard work. And the truth is that my friend has always remained humble about her success.


3. WE ARE LIVING STORIES

While we have established the connection between #1 and #2, another random thought that has popped into my mind for this post is the fact that each of us has an incredible story we are living every single day. And there is power in the fact that not one story is the same.

While it is almost sad to consider that we have a beginning, climax, and ending, I find comfort in the fact that we are blessed with time on this planet. Therefore, we should be humbled and respect our time here so that we can live life to the fullest. It may sound cliche, but it’s true: We are living stories, and if we want to write a good one, we have to pursue our passions, live with honesty, and remember to honor those who came before us.


4. HEART & HOME

When I was eighteen-years-old, the only thing I wanted to do was move away from my Southern town. While it made me nervous to move two thousand miles away, I didn’t really mind the idea of hitting the road and getting gone.

Plot twist: It didn’t take long for that same girl to realize, Shoot, I have no idea what I’m doing or why I came out here.

It also didn’t take long for me to realize where my true heart and my true home reside. Not all of you are like this, but I pray that you find your home one day and respect your surroundings. What I really mean is that home isn’t a place; it’s people. 


THANK YOU!

Thank you for reading this post. I hope my rambles have had a positive effect, and you can take a moment for yourself today to reflect on life’s mysteries. Sometimes we underestimate the power of prayer, a few seconds to ourselves, and a chance to breathe.

Take that moment for yourself today. You won’t regret it!

Until next time,

-Katie Kay

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poetry

regret (a poem)

wallow in your grief,
swallow your regret.
dig your nails into my skin,
your words claws in my ribs.
i didn’t ask for this, the answer
a gunshot through my head.

yet you haunt me at night, dear Regret;
you smile at me with scarlet eyes,
your lips pale and pink, teeth starched
white and oily, waiting for me.
you wait to pull the skin from my bones,
and the merriment from my blood.

i didn’t ask for you; i never wanted you.
but instead of sweet wishes and dreams,
curlicues and unicorns and glitter,
you came to my doorstep, holding
a letter, addressed to me from you:
Katie, I got you, when nobody else does.


AN EXPLANATION.

Oh, my dear readers, just know you are not a regret I have!

We all have certain things we regret, whether that be a choice, relationship, you name it. Though I’d like to pretend regrets don’t bother me, deep down they do. So I have a feeling they probably affect you too.

So while it’s fun to write poems about them, it’s not very fun to admit that you do have regrets. But that is why I encourage you (and me too, to be honest) that we cannot change the past, and that we have the beauty to change our trajectory in the present moment. We can do what we need to do to shape the world the way we want, and that’s the power of our choice. Of course, we may not be able to get exactly what we want, but sometimes it’s more about the attempt than the result.


THANK YOU, MY DEAR READERS!

Thank you guys for joining me today. I know I have not published anything in a while, so I just wanted to thank you guys for coming back to this blog after a few weeks of inactivity. This blog is definitely not one of my regrets. ❤

That’s all from me for now. It’s good to be back!

Until next time,

-Katie Kay.

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Sunset over Goleta, California. 

 

updates

AN APOLOGY

Hello, my dear and wonderful readers!

I hope your October is off to a fantastic start, although at the time I’m writing this, it’s almost the middle of the month, which is an incredible thought. But are we surprised time is flying this fast? Probably not. 😉

Anyway, I do want to send off an apology for my absence these past few weeks. Life has been an incredible whirlwind, and I’ve found myself busier than normal. Therefore, I promise I have missed reading your incredible posts and devoting my time to this project, so I am very sorry to have been missing in action since September. That being said, I’m excited to write again and continue to read your works. Please continue sending me any materials you wish to share, and I will do the same.

I have missed each and every one of you, and I’m excited to share new content soon!

Until Monday,

-Katie Kay

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Views over Los Angeles (October 2019)
books

5 QUICK BOOK REVIEWS

Hello, my dear readers!

Another week has gone on by, and in its place is a new weekend. Can you guys believe this is going to be the last weekend of September 2019? It’s a weird thought, but it’s kind of cool to think that October is just around the corner.

For today’s post I thought it would be interesting to share my thoughts on the last 5 books I’ve read. I did this on another post over the summer, which you can check out here. Since most of you guys are literary minded, why not share our book recommendations with each other? (Although I’m not going to be able to recommend every book on this list, I’m sorry.)

So, without further ado, let’s get to the list!


1. A ROOM OF ONE’S OWN by Virginia Woolf

This essay was originally published in 1929, but it reads as if it could be written today. Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own is a stinging feminist collection published from her time as a guest lecturer at Cambridge University in London, and to be honest it does seem like something I’d read in my creative writing classes.

The principle point Woolf makes is that female writers must have a room of their own in order to write well and make a life for themselves. In order to do this, she showcases the history of women in literature and extends it to the still-rigid era of her own works.

As a writer I appreciate Woolf’s sentiments, and I do think the essay is relevant even today. That being said, it’s not written to entertain you, as it’s a critique on society as a whole. Woolf’s arguments are valid, but it’s not an essay that is meant to make its audience feel warm and gooey inside.

Overall, I’d give it this score, out of a possible five: ◊◊◊.


2. THE NARRATIVE OF THE LIFE OF FREDERICK DOUGLASS by Frederick Douglass

The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass is a chilling tale that made me think, “How did this happen? How was this real life?” But that is the power of this autobiography from the freed slave and avid abolitionist Douglass, whose storytelling is passionate and uplifting as he describes the harsh reality of slavery. Douglass wrote his autobiography with the utmost care, and it shows throughout the narrative.

This book is not for the light-hearted. It asks its reader, even in the modern day, to consider the disgusting practice of slavery, in the Americas and elsewhere. It reminds us that just two hundred years ago, slavery was legal in my home county, the United States. But it also reminds us that so much has changed since the successful case for abolition, and that we must remember what happened so that it does not happen again.

Please read this book! It will make you appreciate everything you have in life.

Overall, I’d give it this score, out of a possible five: ◊◊◊◊.

 


3. 1984 by George Orwell

I know, I know, 1984 is a classic, and I’d never read it before, which makes me feel like a fool. 1984 is one of those books that a person must read. It’s got so much in it, and I feel cheated since I was never required to read and analyze this book in school.

While this novel is rather politically charged, I think its depiction of totalitarianism is necessary for one to consider when it comes to government reach. Though I don’t want to go too far down the rabbit hole (you can read the book if you’re interested), there is so much in this book to dissect and think for oneself. What happens when the government controls every aspect of our life, to the point that freedom of speech is so heavily monitored that dissent is impossible?

Well, 1984 forces its reader to think of the possibilities.

Overall, I’d give it this score, out of a possible five: ◊◊◊◊.


4. THE DOVER DEMON by Hunter Shea

While the previous novels were classics, let’s consider a book that was recently published by Hunter Shea, The Dover Demon. We’re shifting genres as well, and heading into the science fiction/horror realm.

The Dover Demon takes place in a small Massachusetts town called, rightfully, Dover. In the 1970s, Dover was hit by a conspiracy known as “The Dover Demon,” in which a creepy humanoid creature was discovered by a group of teenagers. Flash forward to the modern day, and The Dover Demon story remains. Except this time… There’s no playing around, and The Dover Demon makes an appearance.

While I think this plot could have been so incredibly interesting, Shea’s writing seemed rushed and confusing. The opening section of the book was strong, but it read completely different than the latter section of the novel, as there was a shift in scenery and pacing. Plus, the ending was so ridiculous that I sat the novel down and thought, “Okay. Shea must have been on a serious deadline from his editor, because there’s no way this is legit.” ;/

Whatever the case may be, the story had an interesting premise. The delivery falls flat.

Overall, I’d give it this score, out of a possible five: ◊◊.


5. A FIRE SPARKLING by Julianne MacLean

As a fan of romance novelist Julianne MacLean for years, I wondered how her latest novel, A Fire Sparkling, would turn out. She’s best known for her Color of Heaven series, but she smartly took a turn and published this standalone that is equal parts romance, World War II drama, and family saga.

A Fire Sparkling introduces us to Gillian, a career woman who has recently discovered her boyfriend has cheated on her. Despondent and dejected, she heads home and discovers that her grandmother was not who she said she is… And there’s quite the story that follows. This summary does this story no justice, but I ask you to read this book. Please, read this book.

It’s entertaining, it’s thoughtful, it’s clever, and it’s original. I don’t want to write too much, because I want you to be as surprised as I was. But please support Julianne, and read this book! Her hard work really paid off, and the novel reflects this.

Overall, I’d give it this score, out of a possible five: ◊◊◊◊◊.


THANK YOU!

All right, you guys! Thank you so much for reading this post, and I hope you got some good book ideas of what to read next. 🙂 If you have anything to share with me, leave a comment below, and I’ll definitely check out your recommendations. There’s nothing quite like reading a book, and I know you feel similarly, so do not hesitate to share!

Thank you guys, as always, for being so supportive! I hope you enjoy your weekends and make smart choices.

-Katie Kay.

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poetry

ULCER (a poem)

the stabbing pain
in my gut stems
from the sins i’ve
swallowed lately.

at first it was
a slight discomfort,
then it became a fist
lodged inside me,

and now the chemicals
burn and degrade
my choices down
into sparks.

but the truth
remains: the pain
i’ve got is here,
rotting my core,

and i need medicine,
but sometimes
medicine isn’t
the only cure.