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A Reader is Formed
"Mother Goose Rhymes" Copyright 1999, gifted in 1999 as can be seen in the photo. As can also be seen in the photo: I was apparently confused about whether or not I wanted to share this beautiful literature. Should we go to page 122, or not? I'd like a laugh but I'm mildly afraid of the "...or ELSE..." -
Who even is Mother Goose?
Additional photo of my real written work, published in blue in the big green book. -
Y2K a Real Fear
This book from 1999 is wild. Or I was wild. Or perhaps just my imagination was wild for thinking I could place an alarm in this book. I guess I didn't want to share with anyone. But who would push the alarm? The intruder? -
A Laugh at Last!
Here we are folks, page 122. Young me understood irony before I understood irony- does that make young me a hipster before hipsters were a thing? -
Step Aside, Mother Goose
Inspired by the "Swim" poem and having a strong grasp of rhyming, I decided to try my hand at my own poem. This is, in fact, still published in the one limited edition Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes book found only on my bookshelf. Anthony is my younger brother. Additionally in the background you can see a handwritten pencil note from me to my dead great grandmother. Young author me apparently also thought I could communicate with the dead via writing and reading. Words are powerful! -
A Mother's Love (Not the Goose Anymore)
A large gap in time because my childhood years are lost. Kidding. Actually they're remaining a mystery here as they'll be unveiled in my memoir (stay tuned). These are notes from high school. The notecard she had sent backstage by security for a pageant I was a contestant in. I received it right before I went on stage and it was a strong boost to my confidence. The other from a package. I keep these next to my mirror, as they can be applied to any aspect of life, I choose writing. -
Real World Meals
The first recipe card I ever received, from my mother. I used to read this a lot and thought I was accomplishing grand things in my college kitchen. My neighbors were eating chewy spaghetti and tomato sauce and I really had the leg up. Needless to say my neighbors chose to dine in my kitchen more often than theirs. Kind of silly how now this is second nature and the dishes have become much more complex. Oh to be young again and in college so far from home. -
Recipe, contd.
I mean in case you aren't a chef and/or like lasagna. -
Documenter, Decided
I know I have older pieces of written work, but this is the first oldest serious piece I could find. This is true, I do wish more people would document their lives. Also, I haven't strayed from leather-bound journals since this first one. "A full life," is getting a bit carried away, but adventurous, definitely. -
Keeper of Time & Words
These all came from a daily zen calendar and were harbored because the words and their arrangement and message meanings are all beautiful. These also hang on my wall. I love language and I love the way it evokes deeper thought. -
What's a Poem Without a Little Pain?
I endured a breakup. My first serious college relationship. I was the one who ended things, yet I was devastated. Taking care of yourself is hard. Not knowing how else to cope or release the intense emotion from my heart and mind, I wrote. Here is a result of that. People are often afraid of the raw and the real. -
Falter
The burn and let go activity was relating to the breakup I'm pretty sure. You know, that thing where you write a letter and then burn it instead of send it and your thoughts and feelings are released and you see them fade into the gray sky with the faint smoke. I was desiring to write, perpetually, but like my pen, faltering. -
Catch me if you can...
Not dated, but based on surrounding entries I can tell it was likely some time in December of 2015. Apparently, my mind was doing wild things. Catch me if you can? What? That makes me chuckle now. Those thoughts are seemingly all unrelated but they must have been related at the time. Perhaps this is a good sample. Do I not have good flow in my general writing? (Question for myself). -
Ink & Ivory and Indecision
It appears I have a trend of desiring to write, and writing about this desire, but not knowing what to write about, and also writing about that. Also, ever the broad thinker with the relativity nonsense. -
Direction Declared!
After being told countless times I should write a memoir of my "fulfilled" life, I decided to get serious about it. Fulfilled is one of many adjectives I would use to describe this life as I've experienced it thus far. But again the question always nags, who cares about my life or my experiences, perspective, or words? -
Memoir Memorandum
Scattered across countless journals and scraps of paper, notes stored in my iPhone, and documents in a folder on my MacBook are bits and pieces of life story. I decided to get serious about organization. P.S. Setting the house on fire? The first of my many "adventures." I did that. At age 3. Truly accidentally. And carried my one year old brother up the stairs to wake my mom and climb out the bathroom window. The house didn't make it, but we did. -
Memorandum, contd.
Out of context these groups of words probably make no sense to anyone else. Some are wild. Some as I look back now, are so irrelevant. However, the first one is funny. When I was in kindergarten my teacher got mad at me and punished me for lying. I fell off the monkey bars at recess into a puddle, and she refused to believe that. She wanted me to admit that I wet myself. I didn't, so I didn't say anything other than what actually happened. She gave me dry pants but I had to sit in time out. -
Train Station Tribute
Travels have always been a large part of my life and thus influenced me and my writing immensely. I write about what I've seen, experiences, people, culture. Life is so fascinating. -
Window Seat Woman
Me. I was the window seat woman. As soon as I could legally drive I found myself expanding my known world and reality on my own. I had traveled with family extensively as a child, so I had immense confidence that I could figure things out in foreign places on my own. I was right. The train was one of my first serious solo travel methods. I would read Rumi (Philosopher and poet from the 1200s) and Alice in Wonderland by the light of the countryside. Stopping only to marvel at city sights. -
Words, Food, and Astronomical Phenomena
Three of my favorite things in this world. I decided I no longer wanted to study Astrophysics, I wanted to be a chef. I'm too creative for the structure of math and science in that regard. I started culinary school. I had to devise my dream restaurant and craft a menu. These dishes are my own recipes that I created. This menu is entirely of my crafting. And of course the name and theme as well. The prices are accurately priced out at a 35% food cost if my supplier was Woodman's. -
Flow and Fortitude
The page before this was kind of nonsense so disregard and begin at the first complete sentence at the top of the page. Here is a glimpse into my mind and writing, make as much sense as you can. Continued on the next page.. -
F&F, contd.
I tend to go from big picture to small picture back to very big picture. What happens in life and how does it play out in mine? Sometimes it seems this is more a journey of self-discovery than anything. -
Creative Expressionist, Extraordinaire
There's a pattern here. Redundant as it may be, I feel it might be important to this whole timeline journey. -
Ridiculous Redundancy
An accurate timeline isn't all sunshine. Reading this objectively I became a little annoyed. If this were a different person (not myself), I'd be irritated and over it at this point and tell this person to either do it or not and stop talking about the process. This is that ridiculous redundancy I'm talking about but it must have some rooted value if I'm circling back to the same ideas year after year. -
R.R., contd.
Oh please tell us more about how much you enjoy writing and you're trying to find yourself and you wish everyone would document their lives. -
Writer, Declared
I finally did it, I declared myself a writer. I decided like any cool writer, I needed a pseudonym. After much deliberation and scrawling different things on empty pages I decided on Sunny Jean. Ask for the explanation if you care. Who actually cares about any of this? -
What is Life?
Ah young life. Exploring the world and yourself and questioning it all. The assignment asked for writing samples. Here's a recent writing sample similar to the bulk of my entries. Observations and mostly questions. -
Cafes and Captivations
I'm unclear, are you a writer, or...?
That's one of my last recorded handwritten entries. Since, I've hunkered down and traveled to my favorite locations of serenity and solace and typed pieces of what will hopefully someday be a cohesive book. -
Food for Thought
Two links here, the first being an interview about the creative side of cooking. I was emailed questions, I typed my responses, they're verbatim in the article. Solid read, I highly recommend.
https://higherthanicarus.wordpress.com/2017/10/23/conversation-with-paige-welte-chef/ Second link, my debut in the entertainment industry. Captivating; two well spent minutes. Best viewed with sound.
https://youtu.be/oIEawmV2lNQ
