Wednesday, September 28, 2005

MAYBE...

Things are starting to come together. I know, I have to be a little bit more patient.

This morning I wandered the streets of New York, down 3rd Avenue when I happened on a menu for a salad restaurant nearby. Holy cow, salad! I miss the California Chicken Cafe...

Then later in the afternoon as I was leaving my place, I saw a black-marked FedEx box. It was as if I had seen Mary in my breakfast sandwich. I was blessed. I hugged the package and carried it to my apartment. My Yonex tennis rackets had arrived - 20 days after I mailed it. Damn you, USPS!

So, maybe this girl'll be okay after all. Maybe...

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

OMG, MAXINE HONG KINGSTON!

I was sitting at one of the tables at Bryant Park. Reading. I glance up and see someone from the past - Maxine Hong Kingston. Kingston is a legend; everyone knows who she is. (Well, except David Au. Oh, the shame...) Kingston is the author of the critically-acclaimed Woman Warrior, which was featured in Cuong's Book Club, China Men, and, most recently, her poetry manifesto To Be The Poet. Kingston's books are widely read in literature, Women's Studies and Asian American Studies courses throughout university campuses across the nation. Her prose is magical and mesmerizing. Kingston has been awarded with the National Book Award, the National Book Critics Circle Award and the national Humanities Medal from the National Endowment for the Humanities.

In Spring 1999, I was one of about 10 students selected by Kingston to participate in her seminar - Non-Fiction Prose. She helped me to see my writing so differently; I learned to use prose and my imagination in shaping my stories, things I was afraid of. I ended up writing Father's Duties, which at the time she said was "powerful," (when Kingston compliments you like that you remember it...forever) and it was later featured in the anthology Tilting The Continent. In the park, I watched her a bit, and then came up to her and her husband, Earll. They were gracious. She said she remembered me and my story. (Does she really?) They congratulated me on the move and my job. We talked about writing. Maxine encouraged me to keep writing and Earll mentioned that when they got off at 42nd, he told Maxine to stop because they were going to run into someone they knew. They didn't. But, he said, they ran into me...

I believe in omens. That they help guide you to the things you're meant to do in this life. I'm dreaming about writing again. I am searching for my place and it's becoming clearer to me that I must use my talent. I must learn to craft my storytelling and writing. Truth be told, this move to New York is hard. And these days, I need all the reminder I can get about how good I once was, how much better I can be, and that this is what I'm supposed to be doing...

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

FINDING NORMAL

These days, I'm just trying to find a sense of normal - the things I'm used to - my friends, my favorite places to eat, my couch, knowing where everything is, and my favorite TV shows. It feels so confusing right now.

I have to find a new doctor, a new dentist, a new optometrist. My basic cable doesn't have SoapNet, which means I won't be able to catch Dynasty re-runs. I don't know where my new California Chicken Cafe is. (I love that place!). I found a Home Depot in Manhattan, but not Target. My tennis racket still hasn't arrived. (I sent it September 8). And I don't know who to call when I'm bored... Sigh.

But I finally installed my TiVo and now I can catch my favorite shows - Laguna Beach, Oprah, and The Surreal Life. Just trying to find a piece of what was normal...

Monday, September 19, 2005

MY FIRST DAY...

Wednesday, September 14 - It's my first day in New York. I'm on the corner of 49th and Broadway (I think). There's a Falun Gong protest. I don't know much about the persecution of the sect in China, but they seem kinda cultish to me. But I could be completely wrong.

I am standing on the street, my finger pointing for a cab. Another 20 minutes later, a cab finally stops. I tell him where I need to go and then he races off. So I walk almost 20 street block homes. I am tired.

But then I get a call from MTV, offering me a job. Less than 24 hours after my arrival, I found a job! I'm going to love New York!