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Sitting in Spilt Ink unveils new manifesto

I’ve been blogging at Sitting in Spilt Ink since I was 16. I’m 23 now. The blog has been dormant for some time now—almost a year. It started as an accident. I was overwhelmed with life and school, and I just didn’t make blogging a priority. But I didn’t have the motivation to blog either; it didn’t feel like there was a purpose behind it.

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Excuse the red tongue. I had a sore throat and was eating cough drops.

In the past year, I also had some complicated health issues that made really knocked Sitting in Spilt Ink off my priority list. While dealing with those issues, I was finishing my master’s in integrated marketing communications. I graduated in May, and I was the recipient of the award for excellence in my program. Soon after, I left an spent a month in Denver, Colorado, where I completed a graduate certification program in book publishing from the Denver Publishing Institute.

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On Writing, Thoughts

New year, new focus

Hello dear readers,

First off, thanks for following Sitting in Spilt Ink. I started this blog some time in 2012 with no real focus or goal in mind. There have been times when I don’t post an update for months, yet Sitting in Spilt Ink rarely looses followers. So, thanks for sticking around, and I promise this year will be better.

There are a few things I’m excited to begin work on this year. One (which I’ve already begun) is the Emerging Revolutionary War book series. I’m the managing editor of the series, which is composed of entry-level, 192-page books on battles, people, and important events during the war. I design (and sometimes edit) books for the Emerging Civil War series, so if history is your thing, please check them out. Emerging Civil War will also have a book on Civil War pop culture coming out in 2017 (if I’m not mistaken), in which I’ve written two chapters. But I’ll post that when it comes time. Continue reading “New year, new focus”

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2 years a blogger!

Today marks the second anniversary of me creating my blog!

So, it’s kind of like my blogs birthday. Which means you should obviously give it presents. Leave me comments and likes and follows! Oh and if you send me any of your work this week, I’d be more than happy to have a few guest bloggers!

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I’m not sure what to do to commemorate it, so I think I’ll just go back to writing and drinking coffee ’cause that’s what I do best.

-HRG

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Another day, another dollar…oh wait I’m broke

Hey, guys!

I’m writing this from my bed with a mug of wonderful tea beside me. I consider this a huge accomplishment. No, not because I managed to walk across my dorm and not spill hot tea on myself, but because it is 12:13 am, and I’m actually showered and laying in bed RELAXING. This is so rare for me that I can’t remember the last time it happened.

For those of you who don’t know, I’m an editor for my campus newspaper. That means on Wednesday nightsaffectionately referred to as BV Wednesdays by the editorial staffwe spend the night (starting at 7pm) in the newsroom editing, doing layout, formatting pictures, etc. It’s a lot of fun most of the time, but some nights we just run ridiculously late, and I have an 8:30 am class…so I don’t like being there past midnight—especially when I have to go back to my dorm and shower and do stuff.

However, not only did we finish both pages of edits (from the Managing Editor Nate and the Editor-in-Chief Kevin), but I was back in my dorm by 11:30. Finishing both pages of edits means that I won’t have to go down and spend hours in the newsroom tomorrow like I normally do. HALLELUJAH. Another great thing about tomorrow? My 8:30 am and my 2:30 pm classes are cancelled! Now, those are my two favorite classes…but this means I only have one class tomorrow, I don’t have to go down to the newsroom, and life is just good.

So I’m celebrating by relaxing for the first time in God knows how long.

This is nice.

A day in the life.

-HRG

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NYC is over. Life continues on.

Well, I’ve been back for a day now. I miss the city. I love wandering the streets and watching everyone live their lives as if the world would end tomorrow and this is the last night they have on Earth to party their asses off and have the time of their lives. It’s beautiful.

Saturday afternoon, my classmates and I presented on a panel at theJoint Journalism and Communication History Conference at NYU. A guy asked me if I was a professor. When I said, “Oh, no, just a student!” He said, “Oh a grad student!” And I said..”Oh, uh, no…I’m a freshman.” He was surprised, but welcomed me and was impressed I was at such a conference so early in my career. Made me feel special. So yay.

On the walk back to the hotel, my friends and I saw a dead guy laying on the corner near Broadway (I think it was near there. My memory is failing me). Either way, this guy was clearly dead. Eyes open, pale, stiff, surrounded by NYPD, Elmo, Buzz Lightyear, and other costumed characters. He also had a wad of cash in his hand. If I had to guess, I’d say he OD’d. It was sad, but an interesting experience nevertheless.

Saturday night, my friend Elyse and I went for dinner at Tonic, a sports bar right near Times Square, and took a walk through Times Square and did some shopping. It was her first time in NYC and seeing her reaction to everything was great to watch. She loved it. She said she wants to move there one day. I bought a bunch of crop tops at Forever 21. I’m not thin. But I think I can rock it with a high waisted skirt. Come at me, bro.

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Oh, and we took some pics with a Mexican guy dressed as the Statue of Liberty.

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He told us we had to pay in $5 each. On second thought, we should have just run away. I’m embarrassed to say we actually gave the guy $8. What the hell are we, tourists? Ugh. The aggravation.

Anyway, after shopping, I convinced Elyse to take a subway to Brooklyn for no reason whatsoever. She was not pleased when she found out I lied about subways going in a circle. I was happy to be on a the subway for no fucking reason.

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After we got off of the subway, we followed this girl and her friend around for awhile. Remember to keep a safe distance when stalking, folks. Don’t want to seem really creepy.

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Yes. That is a unicorn backpack.

We ended up getting coffee somewhere in Brooklyn. I think the place was called Beans. And actually we didn’t even get coffee. We got raspberry lemonade. Still good.

We had no idea where we were. Somewhere in Brooklyn definitely. We went by a very large, pretty church. But I mean, that’s all we got. Somehow we made it back to Times Square and then back to our hotel, which was perfectly placed only about 2 blocks from Times Square.

Pretty damn good night.

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Sunday was a bore. Long car ride home. Dinner with friends at the dining hall.

Oddly enough, though a few people whom I haven’t talked to in forever (some it’s been years) wandered back into my life yesterday via Facebook and texting. The world has a strange way of working. Maybe I’ll write a post about that.

A day in the life.

-HRG

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The Start of NYC!

Wow. So I just got into my hotel room after an eight-hour drive from St. Bonaventure to NYC. I had the most amazing talk with my professor (who was driving the car). We just sat in the front, and while everyone else was sleeping, she shared stories about her life and career. We just  talked. And it was awesome. I wasn’t expecting to do much but sit and listen to my music, but I got to listen to stories from her career as a journalist and all about the things she wished she’d done differently in life. I respected her before, but now, I have such a deep appreciation for her presence in my life.

She and her husband (also a professor at my university) are the supervisors for this trip to NYC. Their classes (obviously I’m in hers) are presenting on a panel at a conference on journalism and communications related topics. Our panel is on advocacy journalism/journalists and it’s/their effect on journalism and the world. I’m speaking about Melissa Fabello, the young female blogger who was able to get Seventeen magazine to agree to stop using manipulated spreads.

Well anyway, I’m just chillin’ in my hotel room with two of my best friends. We have a queen bed and a cot…here’s a picture of my friend Catie trying to figure out how to set up the cot for our friend Elyse while she was sitting on the toilet singing about her shit. Yeah, my friends are just badass like that.

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Catie also just came out of the shower and flashed us.

A day in the life, ya know?

-HRG

PS.

While coming into the city via The Lincoln Tunnel, I quoted Buddy the Elf. Oh yes I did.

“I traveled through the seven layers of the candy cane forest, through the sea of swirly twirly gumdrops, and then…

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THROUGH THE LINCOLN TUNNEL”

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Life

So I’ve decided that I want to start blogging about my life more. Where better to do that than my creative writing and fun stuff blog? I’ll still be posting poetry, photography, ect., but I’m just adding in my personal life updates, so if anyone cares, they can get to know me a little bit more!

Basically, get ready for the shit storm that is my life.

-HRG