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Older and Wiser...I think?
Fourteen years ago, I discovered DeviantArt—a website that would shape who I am as a woman and who I am as a writer. Looking back on my old prose and poetry, I feel a pang of longing for that young girl I once was. She crafted stories clumsily written, using a vocabulary too advanced for her own good. Pulchritudinous. Erogenous. Her mind was lost in the next story or the latest chapter. This community watched me grow over the past decade. I built @Authors-Club, recruited a following, and wove my way through the literature family. I'm eternally grateful for every one of you who has helped me hone my skills or gave me the figurative pat on the back that I needed. Now, I'm trying to find my voice again—a voice I silenced over the last four years. My style has changed. My grammar has evolved. And, I have matured. Writing has always been my outlet. Coupled with my daily gratitude journals, I will slowly begin finding my voice through writing like I did so many years ago. Cheers to
The Post-grad Life
I did it, my dA family. I graduated college!
The past four years have been a hellish rollercoaster ride. I hit a few barrel rolls, a couple loops, and I nearly derailed a few times, but I made it through the ride.
It's been 10 days since I graduated with my degree in multimedia journalism and a minor in public relations. I still can't believe it. I wake up at 7 a.m. and brew a pot of coffee, which I will drink in its entirety, to sit in front of my laptop and process my accomplishments over the past four years.
Now, I'm in a post-grad funk and half-assing my job search. I've been doing a lot of soul searching, drinking, and writing. While
A Year Wiser
This on-again-off-again relationship with DeviantArt is for the birds. I dearly miss my dA family.
I've been away nearly one year. I visit this site wiser, yet, more heartbroken than before. The beginning of the year was uneventful. I genuinely don't remember what happened during the spring semester. But these past few months put me through the wringer: my first true heartbreak, a fumble with alcohol, my struggle with grades and loads of college stress that I wasn't prepared to handle.
At 21 years old, I'm finally beginning to experience just how much of a rollercoaster life can be. I'm off a double-barrel roll and gliding to the finish lin
Let's date
I've been on deviantART for quite a few years now, and I thought it would be nice to write up a little blog entry about me. No, no - not in a narcissistic way. *cough cough* Let's consider this a date.
Hey, my name is Samantha. But call me Sam - that's not a request; it's a damn demand. Don't get me wrong, I love my name. But, for some reason, I just don't believe "Samantha" fits me, you know?
Music is life.
I, like, love AC/DC. I was blessed with the chance to see them live before Brian Johnson left. BLESSED. I'm a complete classic rock fan.
You can find me jamming in my car to Styx, ZZ Top, Led Zepplin and Nazareth. Music is a daily occur
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