Ani Was Writing

 Here I am again. Ready to rewrite over this blog.      For a while, I debated on deleting this blog and starting over again. But then I realized how much I would miss the posts. I would hate to lose this very loose portfolio/journal of writing that I've created now for the last five years (as it will be by November 2018).      Now, I will be honest. I deleted a lot of the fictional pieces I wrote for this blog. In fact, it's probably most of them. Why have I done that? Because I know I can do better. I know I can make better work for all of you.      But now it's 2023. I should be posting more fiction on here. With that said, I apologize for how much rambling I've done on here recently. I will do my best to balance it out with more fiction in the coming year. I need to get it out of my system, especially the ideas that I cannot give a full multi-page work to. Some stories are meant to be short; they will stay on here forever. No more de...

      There have been a few questions about my spiritual journey in the last couple of years. Enough for me to go into some detail about it.      This started back in 2008. I was just being confirmed in my Affirmation of Baptism ceremony in my home church. As I sat in my cute white dress with my curled hair and clicking my white heels together quietly, I heard a voice command a single word to me: write. At first, I was confused. I looked around to see if someone was talking to me. No one was; everyone was listening to the pastor's sermon. My dad signaled me to turn around. I did, but I heard it again: write. I immediately reached for my scrap paper, a pencil, and the hymnal to use as a solid surface to write with. It was there that I began speaking to someone whom I would be scared to lose in my current stage of life.      At first, I called him God. It was the only name I knew to call him, being raised in a Lutheran Church. Being even just a...

     As much as I rant and ramble about humans and the strangeness we all do. But then I find a video with a specific TikTok that asked a question.     Now, I don't remember whose TikTok it was, but I remember it was in a video from a commentary channel I find myself giggling at regularly - Isaac Butterfield . The man is an amazing comedian, and I would recommend his YouTube in a heartbeat. The TikTok was a part of a feminist circle that I have a hard time with. It was a two-second clip, but it made me think a lot: a woman stating, "If you think about it, there is nothing to appreciate a man for."     Of course, this is entirely false. There are many things that men do that most women refuse to do (the first thing that comes to mind is working the jobs with prolonged physical labor like construction). There are a lot of things men do and endure that a woman would not be able to due to how most of our society treats most women. (Which I will probably ra...

 At times, it is lonely to stream on Twitch.      Back in the early 2010s, I was messing around on Minecraft while streaming to Twitch with no one to really chat with. The viewing market for Minecraft was just as saturated then as it is still to some extent, so a little streamer like me was not going to get any attention, no matter how much I was building in creative mode. But a lot of that has changed in since I created my account in 2014.      Thanks to the gamers and writers that I've met in the last 9 years, I have had a small taste of the type of connections and community I've always wanted to have. My greatest joy has always been to have a chat that has a fair balance of chaotic shenanigans and topical discussions. I am forever grateful for the community I have gathered, and I hope that enjoy themselves just as much as I do.     Now, if you are reading this and thinking, "I'm not a part of that community, but I want to be," then conside...