Bursting the Bubble [WEEK 2]

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. –  Anaïs Nin

During week 2 of my internship I took some time to people-watch on the subway ride downtown– apparently most writers do it so it’s not creepy. In the morning almost everyone is quiet, they stare at their hands or close their eyes. A lot of them have headphones in their ears; I wonder what they’re listening to or if they’re listening to anything at all. I rarely listen to music: my headphones help create a bubble my personal space. I’m in my own little world, or so it appears to everyone else, meanwhile I’m eavesdropping on their conversations. Most mornings you’ll see people pull out a newspaper or a paperback novel while others pull out a pen and notebook. I saw one guy writing out intense math equations that I couldn’t understand and all I really wanted in that moment was to be inside his head. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT?! WHAT DO THOSE NUMBERS MEAN?!

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The other day an older woman sat across from me, she had salt-and-pepper hair and wore a long red skirt with brown stockings and brown loafers. She walked with a cane and when she sat down she rested both hands on it. Then she looked off into the distance and smiled. It looked as if she was remembering something, as if she was lost in her memories. That’s when I noticed a faded tattoo of a spider on her hand, in between her index finger and thumb. It was quite large with a black outline and red belly. I wondered how long she’s had it, why she got it, what it means to her. I wondered about the Story it represented. I wish I asked her about it…

As far as my internship went this week, I feel more confident when performing tasks and I’ve also headed home with a huge pile of books *heaven*. I attended and helped out at the Mount Pleasant launch – you may remember my review of the book. It was a great event and even with the crappy weather we had a wonderful turnout. This event was also held at the beautiful Ben McNally Books store, I’m obsessed with that place by the way. I also got to help out with an author lunch held in our offices, which meant putting my hospitality background to good use – cutting up fruit and veggies, setting up the boardroom, running errands, and cleaning up with my fellow intern. Is it odd that I LOVED it? I love being involved in these events!

Yes, the events are tiring but I’m telling you it’s worth it. Being a cog in the publishing machine is a great feeling – I’m helping a book get recognized. I’m a tiny part of a wonderful team that PUBLISHES BOOKS. How wicked-awesome is that? So far, I’m enjoying the entire experience. Sometimes I feel tired when I get up in the morning but by the time I get to the subway I’m pumped and excited to get into the office. And the commute downtown isn’t bad at all. I love being downtown (even when it’s raining). I literally bounce off the subway hoping that I’ll make it upstairs just in time to hear the church bells ring, in time to get a seat at Tim’s and enjoy my coffee before work.

It would seem that I enjoyed week 2 as much as I enjoyed week 1 and I did. Every day I see something new, I learn something new, I try something new, I see a new face, I walk down a new street. I’m not hibernating anymore, I’m living, breathing, exploring, and I cannot wait for week 3.

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Love Always 

Vanessa Xo

P.S How are you liking the new layout?

Birthday Recap

Below you will find today’s post. You’ll notice that the formatting is a little different, that’s because I typed it up on this bad boy:

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My aunt and uncle scoured the streets, flea markets, and various stores to find me the perfect, working typewriter. Although, it may be more of a novelty than anything, I couldn’t wait to give it a try this morning. It’s heavy and it smells old but this 1964 Royal Safari typewriter is what I’ve been dreaming of for quite a while. It clinks, it clanks, and it even dings when it’s time to move to a new line. It’s perfect and needless to say, I’m in love.

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Obviously I need more practice on my typewriter :P . What I love most is how it slows down your thinking, rather, how it makes you more conscious of what you’re thinking. You need to be aware of what you’re going to write next, you need to plan out your next sentence so that you don’t make a huge mistake and have to start all over. With time, I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it, perhaps I’ll start writing on it often.

Anyways, I hope you’re having a wonderful Sunday!

Love Always

Vanessa Xo

It’s my party and I’ll blog I want to..

It’s my third day as intern and I’m enjoying every moment of it, even the commute believe it or not. There’s something nice about driving to work, getting to read on the subway, being invisible and yet observing everything. I’ve been walking aroundwide-eyed for the past three days. Now, I’m saving all of the details for my first Bursting the Bubble Series on Saturday, so stay tuned for that.

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On another note, tomorrow is my birthday – my 24th birthday. My goal at the beginning of 2013 was to have my career started by my 24th birthday and although that hasn’t happened, I’m interning at Random House of Canada and I’m kind of glad my plan hasn’t worked out. I don’t have any plans for the day of my birthday but I am super excited to be helping out at a book launch (my first launch as an intern!). I’m also excited to go for my birthday dinner on Friday at my old work, I miss that place (the people) already!

Anyways, I’m off for walk — I love some fresh air in the afternoon. Hope you all are having a fantastic week :)

Love Always

Vanessa Xo

P.S Thanks to everyone that has asked about my week, about my commute. Thanks for being understanding if I haven’t responded right away. Thanks for the love and support (you know who you are <3).

Bursting the Bubble [New BLOG Series]

I start a twelve-week publicity internship with Random House Canada tomorrow and I couldn’t be more excited!!!!!! <– notice that’s 6 exclamation points worth of excitement.  I’m even more excited to share this experience with all of YOU. So, I’ve decided to start my very first blog series called Bursting the Bubble. 

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I know the whole little girl, big city blog is a little redundant nowadays but this is a huge step for me. It might only be a three-month chapter of my life but it’s a very important one. So, every Saturday for the next 12 weeks I will be posting my thoughts, challenges, and feelings about the 9-5 life of a publicity intern in one the greatest publishing houses in the world — with a one week break when I go to Vancouver.

If all goes as planned the first post of this series will go up on April 6th!

Until then, I’ll be blogging, working, and embracing this new (life) chapter that I’m about to write.

Wish me luck ;)

Love Always

Vanessa Xo 

It’s time.


602129_348537488580676_1062683776_n_largeDizzy with emotion, drunk with love, light-headed with fear, anxious with excitement. 

You can’t be with someone who doesn’t believe in you. (That’s why I believe in you)

You can’t be with someone who doesn’t believe in herself. (That’s why I believe in me)

There comes a point in your life when you must decide to do the things that scare you.

The time to work hard is now.

The time to love hard is now.

The time for passion in life, in love, and in work, is now.

The time to be true to yourself is now.

It’s time to bring out the best in one another.

It’s time.

Love Always

Vanessa Xo 

A Bittersweet Moment

Yesterday was pretty bittersweet. It was my last day working at Caruso Gourmet Pizza — my second home/source of income for the better half of seven years. It was a day filled with hugs, tears, laughs, and a little bit of work too.

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My bosses were very supportive and reminded me that although they want me to succeed and move on, their door is always open. There’s something seriously comforting in knowing that you can always go back, it creates a sense of peace almost. Knowing that I can always go back will give me the courage I need to move forward. The love and support I felt yesterday is something I cannot explain, it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world and I hope it will fuel my desire to succeed. They must see something in me that I sometimes overlook and I hope I can make them proud. Thank you to my Caruso’s Family for all of your support, kind words, and gifts. I’ll be back for a latte soon ;)

*Raises glass of Magners Pear Cider and smiles*

Here’s to seven great years of working with so many wonderful people, here’s to change, here’s to challenges, here’s to the downtown commuting, here’s to the next three months of my life, here’s to bursting the little bubble that I’ve lived in for the last twenty-four years.

Love Always

Vanessa Xo

The SPARK

I’m getting so into The Spark that I might finish it today (full review to come in April). It makes me think about how my parents, family, and friends have nurtured my passions (reading/writing). I remember the excitement I felt when my mom took me to the local library for the first time. We had just moved to Bolton and I was a shy, soft-spoken seven-year-old. I remember getting to sign my name on that flimsy, barely laminated yellow card. My very own library card. A card that represented my love of reading. A card that meant I could take out whatever book I wanted and keep it for a few weeks. My parents took me to the library as often as I needed to. As an added convenience the library was attached to the hockey arena so I would run in there every everytime my brother had a hockey game. I ALWAYS brought a book to my brother’s game (or wherever I went,really). For some odd reason the players needed to arrive a few hours before the game actually started, which meant I got to sit by myself, sip a hot chocolate, let my face numb from the cold, and float off into another world, another book. My parents never forced me to stop reading, as long as I was with them during the game, they let me be.

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After I watched Matilda and read the book, my mom embraced my obsession with this girl. A girl who needed the written word to feel at home. A girl that I related to very much. She let me dress like Matilda and cut my hair like her, she even bought all sorts of ribbons to put in my hair. She still brought me to the library and let me watch Matilda on repeat.

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When I started writing stories and poems of my own, my parents bought me countless notebooks and diaries, never forcing me to share them. When I felt confident enough to share my thoughts, they loved every single word I wrote. My dad and I would even come up with stories together and write ‘screenplays’ — we still brainstorm my future novels together but now it’s over a glass of wine as oppose to a glass of milk.

I don’t know if they saw a spark in me but they certainly allowed me to follow my passion. Sure, they made me do things that I HAD to do, like socialize and make friends, but they always let me carry a book with me. They always let me write or read whenever I was finished doing something I had to do.

“Jake had as much time to do things that were important to him as he had to do the things that were important to other people, to me, or to the school…He did have to get through the day, but he didn’t have to change who he was to do it” (The Spark Page 106).

My parents still encourage me. They ask about the books I’m reading, about the agent who rejected me, about the blog post I wrote, or about the novel I want to start working on. Their support has made a world of difference, it’s helped me believe in myself.

They were the spark.

Love Always

Vanessa Xo

The awkward moment is upon me…

That awkward moment when your pen is your voice and you can’t find your pen…

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Okay, you caught me, my pen is ceremoniously sitting beside my notebook, and yet the blog has been awfully quiet lately. Sometimes it’s nice to sit back and enjoy the silence while everyone else in the world runs around and screams out loud. Observe and ponder, let your thoughts wander. Think about your hopes and your dreams, how far you’ve come and what’s yet to be seen. Think about changes and fears and all those fallen tears.

My pen has been scratching, my thoughts have been hatching, even though my INTERNET voice has been lacking.

For that I am sorry — I’ve been a little busy — collecting my stories.

Love Always

Vanessa Xo

she who prepares well, is always ready.

I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. Life’s changing, gears are turning, and nerves and anxiety are taking a gross toll on my body. Something good has been confirmed, that “just kidding” moment did not rear its ugly head. So now I must prepare for CHANGE.

My boss always says to me, she who prepares well, is always ready. The simple truth. However preparations don’t necessarily rid of the claustrophobic feeling that raises in my heart whenever a change is on the horizon. Could preparing be enough of a distraction from that? Is it possible to turn that kind of nerves into excitement? I hope so.

Thank goodness I have my family, always quick with an encouraging word or a soothing sentiment or the always helpful “Can you effing relax already! It’ll be fine!” I like that one the most, it just oozes with honesty and love.

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Love Always

Vanessa Xo

New Notebook Mantra

I’ve said before that my pen is my voice, my journals hold onto my stories, and each new journal is the beginning of a new chapter in my life. I’ve mentioned that I start every new journal with the date on the inside flap and a quote just below it. The quote is supposed to be my mantra for the journal, for where I am in my life at that particular moment. I’ve also previously stated that I have a thing for Anaïs Nin and so the best of both worlds collide for the start of my latest chapter.

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“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.” - Anaïs Nin

Courage comes in all kinds of shapes and forms, sometimes it is needed to do trivial things and sometimes your life depends on it.

Be courageous each and everyday and live the life you’ve always dreamed.

Love Always 

Vanessa Xo