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Ten interesting facts about myself

Ugh, lists like this drive me crazy. I hate sitting around trying to figure out what sort of tidbits somebody else might find interesting about me. So I’ll just rattle off ten random things about myself that may or MAY NOT be interesting and we’ll leave it at that. Deal?

  1. I spent most of time in the library of my schools for pretty much most of my school-going years. In elementary school, I spent all my lunch hours there, poring over books like the Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew. In junior high, I volunteered my lunch hours and an extra period to the school library. When I hit high school, I spent a period every day helping out in the school bookroom. So how is it that I’m not a librarian today? Who knows!
  2. I’ve fostered two litters of small kittens. They were strays that were born in our yard. (Don’t worry, we caught and spayed the mothers of each litter.) I still believe that taking care of tiny kittens around the clock was one of the most frustrating but rewarding experiences of my life. I would definitely do it again and have given serious thought to becoming a foster for a local shelter.
  3. I actually do know basic sign language. It might be basic but it’ll still carry me through a conversation with somebody the slow way, if need be! Or you know, there’s the cell phone way.
  4. I cannot stand foam or styrofoam. Everything about the texture and the sound of it sends horrible shivers down my spine.
  5. Conversely, I like having my head touched and my hair played with. It gives me an extremely pleasant and calm sensation. I’ve since learned this sensation has a name but I’ve already forgotten what it is.
  6. I’d say about half my closet is filled with clothing I’ve bought from the thrift shop. Ours has a pretty nice selection for much less than half the cost at retail shops. Since I’m no fashionista, this low cost closet makes me happy (and my husband’s wallet happy too!)
  7. Speaking of the poor husband’s wallet… I am finally doing the things I always wished I could do but I was too anxious, shy, and afraid to do in my younger years. I’m traveling more and going to more events, concerts, and conventions. It feels really nice to be able to let go of that unhealthy weight of anxiety and just DO things again.
  8. I just got done watching Parks & Recreation for the second time and I feel a lot like April does–I’m in my 30s and I still have no idea what I really want to do with my life. I’m attending college and going for an associate’s degree but what will I do afterward? Keep going and pursue a bachelor’s degree? In what? I don’t know what I want to do with my life because I haven’t experimented enough!
  9. If only I could get paid to foster animals!
  10. Writing is still one of my biggest passions but I haven’t outlined a new book idea in a long time. I feel like I sprained my creative brain… or I used so much of its resources on roleplay that I don’t know what to write by myself anymore. But the thing is, I just want to write, and it doesn’t matter if I’m paid or not. It does to my husband and our wallet, though. So I should really do something soon…

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My First Love

Honestly, this is going to sound trite but my first love is my husband. I know I’m in my 30s and that sounds ridiculous but I didn’t really date much as a youngster. There were various guys that I guess you could say I had a crush on over the years but most of them were never acknowledged. I believe my first crush was a boy in junior high school who played basketball. I wanted to look cool to him so I started hardcore playing a lot of basketball. After that, I didn’t really do things just to impress other people because, well, he never noticed me so it seemed like a pointless effort.

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My Earliest Memory

This subject is a tough one for me. I have a lot of random “memories” floating around in my mind but I can’t say for sure which is the earliest one. I have a difficult time remembering anything clearly until about first grade. Before that, everything is a muddled mess. I vaguely remember visiting the computer room in kindergarten. I vaguely remember the apartments we lived in, and receiving a soft, plush book from my mother’s friend. I remember my mother discussing what she was going to name my youngest brother.

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Five Problems With Social Media

Writing Challenge

Hello! It’s been a while! I’m back with another 30 day challenge. This one is specifically for writing so I thought it’d be a fun way to pass the time. Since I’m going to school and I have a lot of hobbies, this is a simple enough challenge for me to undertake. (And it doesn’t feel like homework.)

All right, so the first challenge is to talk about five problems with social media.

  1. Sometimes your private thoughts aren’t quite as private as you hoped! Even if you obsessively check your privacy settings, things happen and your platform fails you. My suggestion is, don’t write anything on social media that you’ll regret. I’ve learned this one the hard way.
  2. There are a lot of annoying thoughts to filter. I love my friends but I don’t always love their sentiments on certain subjects. Politics, religion, whatever it is, there’s always some views I’d rather pretend I never saw.
  3. There are just too many of them! Everywhere I turn, there’s a new social media platform being talked about. I barely even use Twitter and I only use Tumblr to hunt for images to use on my roleplay sites! Facebook is the only one I check on a daily basis and who knows WHY.
  4. Ugh, ads. Ads are an annoying part of life that we can’t seem to avoid. Even if you use an ad-blocker, there’s always something filtering through. Now we have “sponsored” posts from companies we couldn’t care less about spamming up our feeds. When will it end?!
  5. Drama. I think drama is the number one problem with social media. It always seems to crop up, no matter how hard you try not to let it pry its way through. You can’t even block people without causing more drama.

What problems do you have with social media? Feel free to leave your comments below!

Rachel Aseltine

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Auggie

“They call you what?” Dec asked with a raise of the brow. He checked over his camera’s case to make sure he had everything he needed. The last thing he needed right now was to leave anything behind. Or maybe it was the first thing he needed. With care, he switched his cellphone from one shoulder to the other, cradling it to his ear as he zipped the camera case closed.

“You heard me.”

“Auggie? Isn’t that a cartoon dog?”

“Shut up, Dec.

“Yeah, yeah.”

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Nano 2015!

Nano is fast approaching. This year, my friend and I are going to try something a little different. Since we’re both busy with various things and this is her first official try for Nano, we’re going to go halfsies. Yep, she is writing one half and I am writing one half–in the form of a penpal letters back and forth. I’m looking forward to it. I think we’ll put together a cohesive tale between the letters. 🙂

Rachel Aseltine R.A. Aseltine is an author and roleplayer living in California with her husband, guinea pig, and five cats.

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[Snippet] Madness

“And you’ll feel a little pinch…”

Nerio barely felt the needle entering his skin. Only a couple of years ago, the sight of a needle would have made him light-headed and sick to his stomach. Now he didn’t so much as blink as Dr. Mercury injected him with… He didn’t know what. He used to ask each time with anxiety shaking his voice. Now he didn’t care. Vitamins, steroids, immunizations. A pilot needed to take a lot of shit in order to stay in fighting shape.

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[Serial] Alive Part 1

Long, wicked black claws curled around his closet door with a soft tick-tick sound. One narrow red eye peered through the slim opening, glowing imperiously. Everything else in the room was cast in deep shadow. Only that eye and those claws seemed visible in a sea of darkness.

Matthew held his breath and watched. He tried not to move. He tried not to exist. Wide hazel eyes remained fixed on the claws because the eye filled him with cold dread. That eye paralyzed him.

Visions of blood and claw marks flashed through his memory, sepia and red film reeling violently. Matthew could not breathe. He couldn’t think. He closed his eyes. He trembled.

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A serial…?

I’m considering starting up a serial here just to have something to blog about that isn’t life crap and reviews. I’m supposed to be a WRITER ninja, right? I just need to figure out what I want to write about… and keep it simple because it feels like making things overly complicated is always my downfall. I’ll keep you guys posted and see what I can come up with.

Rachel Aseltine R.A. Aseltine is an author and roleplayer living in California with her husband, guinea pig, and five cats.

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Novel Updates

My novel’s up for critique and I’ve received several reviews already. I’m pretty excited about the direction of this novel. I’ve also commissioned artwork of the three main characters, so keep an eye out for those. I plan to link them here when they’re finished! In the meantime, check out this review excerpt:

I enjoyed reading this a lot. You immediately drop the reader into situation where there has obviously been a fair amount of action already having taken place—so I’m interested finding out how we got to this point—and clearly there’s a fair amount of action yet to come—which I also want to know.

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