“My Apologies,” says the whisp of a blogger…

There is a ghost of a writer here, a person who used to blog so freely and regularly. Then life kept getting in the way, and the writing dwindled. She tried to keep at it, and one day she realized she needed a break. She wanted nothing more than to escape, get far away, run. Run from everything- blogging, commitments, old haunts, friends and foes, and even her dreams. She wanted to bury herself. She re-activated her Facebook, showed up there as if hiding in plain sight, and attempted to re-build herself, somehow still trying to fight the urge to hide underground.

In a twist of near irony, she moved to the basement of her house, calling it her batcave (because she has a sense of humor, and loves Batman). Somehow she had managed to symbolically bury her physical self and possessions in the basement. Maybe she needed this more than she had thought originally. She still wanted to run. She still wanted to hide. To be honest, she still had difficulty denying the urge to stay 10 feet under the grass and maybe just let herself be forgotten.

Instead of that, instead of the whisper of darkness trying to claim her being allowed to win, she’s going to fight back. She’s going to stay above ground (metaphorically speaking, she does sleep in the basement now!) and give everything she’s got. Most of the time. 😉 Some days she’s still going to feel exceedingly lazy and allow herself to cave in.


July 8, 2012 at 9:08 AM 2 comments

Can You Even Imagine?

Imagination is a wonderful thing. There is something about it. Everyone has their own “imagination,” yet the phrase “Can you even imagine?” is a widely used cliché. I wondered about this for a while, and I realized why this phrase is a cliché. Because crazy good things happen to lots of people! Because crazy weird things happen to lots of people! And, unfortunately, because crazy bad things happen to lots of people. Because there is always something that one person finds unthinkable, even though someone else cannot imagine not thinking about it. It is my belief that thought is often confused with imagination. As in, someone may think that an event is unthinkable but call it unimaginable.

Let me jump off a cliff and explain my idea to you, the reader, by starting with some definitions.


  1. to have a conscious mind, to some extent of reasoning, remembering experiences, making rational decisions, etc.
  2. to employ one’s mind rationally and objectively in evaluating or dealing with a given situation: Think carefully before you begin.
  3. to have certain things as the subject of one’s thoughts: I was thinking about you. We could think of nothing else.
  4. to call something to one’s conscious mind: I couldn’t think of his phone number.
  5. to consider something as a possible actions, choice, etc.: She thought about cutting her hair.


  1. to form a mental image of (something not actually present to the senses).
  2. to think, believe, or fancy: He imagined the house was haunted.
  3. to assume; suppose: I imagine they’ll be here soon.
  4. to conjecture; guess: I cannot imagine what you mean.
  5. Archaic . to plan, scheme, or plot.

They are similar words, and occasionally one might be able to use “imagined” interchangably with “thought” because in this instance they are surely the same. They are both “assumptions” about something. But, for most general purposes the definition of “think” doesn’t leave the world of the reasonable and rational, whereas “imagine” takes it that much further and allows for creativity to happen.

The definition of creativity is this: “the ability to transcend traditional ideas, rules, patterns, relationships, or the like, and to create meaningful new ideas, forms, methods, interpretations, etc.; originality, progressiveness, or imagination: the need for creativity in modern industry; creativity in the performing arts. ”

If you read through that definition, and then allow yourself to read over the 5 definitions of “think” again, I believe you will find what I have found– which ultimately brings me back to “Can you even imagine?”

I believe in this instance that what we’re really asking is “Can you even think this?” or “Can you even rationlize this based on experiences?”

On May 17th, 2012 I experienced something that was at the time “unthinkable” for me. Sure, I’d imagine what it might be like, but I could not really “reason, or remember experiences.” I was at an art show, and I had three pieces displayed in this exhibition. It was the “official reception” and there was a lot going on, people milling in and out, caterers hastily replacing chicken salad sandwiches, and wine glasses clinking. Before the opening began, while they were still setting up, I happened to see a woman I knew in the gallery. Excitedly I made my way over to ask what she was doing there, and she said that she was working.

She then asked me what I was doing, and I let her know that I had three pieces being exhibited. She kindly asked me to show her my pieces, and I obliged. Moments later, I was saying “This is my collage,” when another woman made an expression I cannot describe and exclaimed my name. I nodded and said, “Yes.” Once it was decided that I was, “The Heather” she went on to tell me how someone had been showing her my works for quite some time now, and that she had been waiting to meet me. She had been waiting to meet me. ME. I was in a state of disbelief. She said it was a pleasure, I said “You think you’re happy right now,” and we all laughed.

This is the sort of moment where people say, “Can you even imagine?” and I honestly hope for your sake the answer is “Yes.” It is another one of my beliefs that your imagination can manifest itself into becoming reality. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it!

Happy Adventures,

May 21, 2012 at 9:42 PM 2 comments


Change. Change. Ugh, I get a knot in my stomach just typing it. It’s so frustrating for me, because I want it so badly, but I also despise it. I crave it, and I fear it. Some days, I just want to change so much that I leave everything behind and never look back– just going for it, whatever “it” may be. Other days, I want to chain myself to the “now” or the “past” and I don’t even want anyone or anything to be able to drag me away. Neither of these options are possible, which is where my nausea comes from.

I am a person of extremes. Extreme happiness, extreme sadness, extreme loneliness, extreme socialization, extreme effort, extreme laziness. Unfortunately, the “extreme” changes in my life have all been changes that I couldn’t control, so I have hated them. The “extreme” changes that I could control terrify me. So for now I’ll probably just change my blog’s theme and call it a day, until I get the itch again.

Happy Adventures,

May 6, 2012 at 9:13 PM Leave a comment

Fidgeting Hands (a drawing)

I have been busy drawing a lot lately, and here’s one of my latest “realistic” attempts. I feel like it’s so important to practice lots of different things, and even though I am not that into realism with anything else I love drawing a realistic portrait. I am very proud of the hands in this one especially. 🙂 What do you think?

Happy Adventures,

April 20, 2012 at 12:26 AM 2 comments


Well, I have until the end of the month to really brush up on my caricature skills, so I have started sketching and doodling my friends and aquaintances to gather as much knowledge about facial structures as possible. Here is one of my current favorites. I’m getting better and better!!

It isn’t exactly “typical caricature style” but hey, I kinda like to be unique anyway. And besides, it’s just basic practicing and sketching to get shapes and ideas down.

Happy Adventures,

April 13, 2012 at 1:44 AM 1 comment

Vicious Cycle (a collage)

I have very strong feelings about this piece I created in Watercolor class last quarter. I finally decided to upload it here.

Happy Adventures,

April 3, 2012 at 12:39 AM Leave a comment


Well, somehow in the midst of all the changes I have discovered that not much has changed. Wait, what did you say now, Heather? That’s right, not much has changed. My hair is still dirty-blonde. My eyes are still blue. I still live on a street named after a secondary color. I still have the same first, middle, and last name. My favorite color is still all of them, but mostly purple.” I still dislike drawing still lifes. I still love meeting new people. I still love my job. I still believe in Creation. I still write all-the-freaking time. I still sketch floating eyes/mouths/noses. I still can’t seem to develop a typical sleeping pattern. I still love pasta. I still love my friends.

Here’s what’s new: I have been going to a different church lately, probably because I needed a change of pace somewhere and there isn’t much about my life that I can change outside of that. I am going to be involved in Student Government (wait, what!?). The bathroom in my house is being redone. The carpet in the living room is gone. My secret place in the backyard (the really cool one with tall overgrown grasses and shrubbery and a bench) has been torn out (without my knowing). We might be getting rid of a vehicle that we’ve owned for longer than I can recall. I’m moving to the basement this summer. I have an illustration commission/job. I have a gig drawing caricatures. I reactivated my Facebook. Some of my friends are new. I have a goal to get into Antioch College in Fall of 2013. I’ve gone since September 2011 without coffee.

Happy Adventures,

March 29, 2012 at 11:11 PM 2 comments

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Heather loves hats that are designed to look like cute animals, fairy wings, cheese pizza, swimming in ponds, roller blading, taking silly self-portraits, learning, spending time with people, and just about everything else too. Heather does not love ... well, there isn't a lot that she doesn't love. You can probably figure it out after a little while!