Pregnancy blues

In exactly a week I will be entering my third trimester. I wish I could say, like some lucky moms out there, that I am loving this pregnancy. The truth is pregnancy brings out a desperation from inside me that sometimes scares me and rather more often scares my husband. Instead of counting the days until I can see our sweet, perfect baby boy, I’m dreading the moment when my water will break or I will wake up to ninja contractions at 2 in the morning. I’m just not ready, on so many levels. We have approximately three months left, but all I can think about is that it may be way less than that if our baby decides to become impatient. It could be a month from now. It could be tomorrow! At the time of this writing my bathtub walls are naked and sporting...

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NaNoWriMo (ahaha)

NaNoWriMo  (ahaha)

Hey everyone! Who’s doing NaNo this year?  Better yet, who’s writing (some of) their novel on a typewriteR? 8D?

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Vietnamese typewriter, creative writing, and watercolors!

Vietnamese typewriter, creative writing, and watercolors!

I received a comment on a post I wrote in March today, and it reminded me that I haven’t posted anything new on this website in six months, ahaha.  The past six months have been somewhat of a whirlwind.  Many things happened!  I don’t assume that anyone cares about what’s been happening in my life, but because this is mainly a website for me to document my life, I guess I write about that. I acquired a new typewriter that types Vietnamese characters (YAY!).  That’s something off my wishlist, I think.  It’s not the prettiest thing ever, but I’m going to set aside an afternoon or two to clean it up and (maybe) give it a brand new coat of paint sometime in the near future. I took the first step towards my graduate degree in...

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Following my dreams!

I’ve struggled over this for a while, because it’s a scary thing to consider anything seriously, but I’ve finally decide to take the jump and pursue a career in freelance writing in addition to my freelance bookkeeping career.  Reflecting upon my experiences writing and editing web copy for clients, friends, and family, I’ve realized that I have what it takes.  I also realized that nothing will ever happen if I don’t put myself out there.  So!  Hello, my name is Tam Lee and I’m a freelance writer! If you need content written or edited, don’t hesitate: Hire Tam to Write!

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Ramblings about Bullet Journaling

Ramblings about Bullet Journaling

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Fanfiction and the legitimacy of writing for one’s own enjoyment

Fanfiction and the legitimacy of writing for one’s own enjoyment

Fan fiction defined: a genre of writing written by fans that uses worlds and/or characters from already published fiction

My best friend is currently taking a seminar that deals heavily with vampire/horror literature (how cool is that?). During one of our conversations on this subject, we stumbled upon Anne Rice–known for her vampire series– which then led my friend and I, both long-time fandomers, to lament her dislike of fan fiction.

Growing up in the internet age, being myself a somewhat prolific writer of fanworks, and an avid reader as well, it boggles my mind to think about a writer who does not allow fans to play with her works, to create fanfiction based on the characters that they love. In an era during which creators are able to engage very directly with their readership, where such things are important–even necessary–to a writer’s popularity and success, it feels rather counter-intuitive to your restrictions on your own fanbase and risk alienating them. Having been an Anne Rice fan for a number of years in my youth, I can attest that I did feel somewhat alienated, and that it contributed to my no longer reading her books.

Unfortunately, there are famous published authors who look down upon fanfiction. Below are a few quotes from some you may recognize:

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Nostalgic melodies: the music of the past

Nostalgic melodies: the music of the past

Our family has always been fond of music. It has become intrinsically connected to my memory of my youth and my impressions of our identity as a family. My earliest memory of my sister is a musical one: the two of us lying together on a futon in the one bedroom all four of us shared when we first immigrated to Hawaii, me half asleep, my sister singing songs from a lyrics book she held in one hand as she stroked my hair slowly with the other.   MY TRANSLATION OF STUDENT DAYS Returning to the memories of student days Pure white dresses coloring the campus The chaste everyday life of a student, Beautiful and vibrant like a fresh flower With its small worries, its trifling sorrows The soul unburdened, untouched by anyone Eyes full of innocence, hair flowing...

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