It's been a hot second, I'm aware, and now I'm just...wondering how to pick up with what I've left off. How to return to a world that feels like it's fading away. No one blogs anymore, it seems. No one speaks. These diaries are preserved for eternity, but without endings.

So I sit here and sigh as I type these words. And I wonder: Who am I?

I am not the same bright-eyed girl I was posting three days a week. I no longer write a book every month, can no longer brag of 120,000 word NaNoWriMos. Nowadays just writing a chapter makes me struggle beyond my wildest dreams. Creative burnout hurts. You miss the page, miss the words coming, long for them... but then you realize you don't actually want to write. You want the rush of success without the need to try. I have started story after story after story in the last months, and yet finished not even a single one. The things I'm currently working on I don't want to share, because I fear jinxing it.

I get home from school, and I sit on the couch and sleep at home, then go to my job, where I deliver orders and make orders and cry internally and wonder: is this all that matters? This grind, making food and taking other people's money and drowning under the weight of consumerism?

Sometimes, I feel empty.

Sometimes...I feel like I'm a husk of a girl. Not even a full girl, certainly not someone who can be used by God.

And so I stare into the sky and I think about the future of this online diary, the one you all read, the one that you're free to comment on. I wonder: who am I? Why would you read my words? Is there something about me that makes you want to know what I have to say?

What is there, truly, about the girl behind the blog that's worth knowing?

But I persist. I've been gone for a very long time. I'm coming back uncertain what I want to do. This blog will likely change; my URL may change. I don't have a plan. I have always been a pantser, and that will continue. 

So let's see what the future holds. If you're interested in watching that journey: welcome. And thank you. I'm a bit weird. I'm a bit of a mess.

But I'd love to have you.

<3

Hello everyone! I know it's a little late into the year, but I'm writing these posts way in advance, and I have a feeling we could all use some encouragement. So my plan for April is to write a bunch of posts that will serve as encouragement for writers--urging you to keep writing, to write stories that are beautiful, and to push through. With that in mind:

He gave us these stories.

You could have been passionate about anything. Plants. Chemistry. Particle engineering. Movie set design. Maybe you are passionate about those things, too. Maybe you can cook up a storm. Maybe you can draw a sunset so beautiful and real it brings tears to people's eyes. Maybe you run marathons no problem, or you can train the most vicious dog to love humans, or anything else. There are infinite things out there to fall in love with. Vocations, pathways.

And even with all of that--even with all these other things available, these other paths, these other choices--He gave us these stories.

You don't have stories in your blood by accident, dear writer. You are not accidentally in love with words. Your characters aren't real in your mind because you just happened to be in the right place at the right time. You've been imbued with the words. Our Father gives us gifts, and He gave you the words.

They're a gift. They flow out of you for a reason.

So use them.

Write the words when they come. Put your pen to paper and your fingers to the keyboard and tell the story that sits so heavy on your heart. There is beauty in stories. God gave the story you want to tell to you, and there is a reason that it exists. So tell it.

You never know--your words might be exactly what someone needs to hear.

There's a kid out there--a younger you, a lonely and sad one--who still needs a shot at hope. Maybe they'll read your story and find some.

There's a woman out there, your age, who's looking for a reminder of the wholesome love that can really exist, and you can bring that to her.

There's a boy who wants to see knights and heroes in his own time, and that's possible.

Emily Dickinson once said, "If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not have lived in vain."

God gave you your words and your stories for a reason. So keep going, dear writer. Keep writing.

We need your words. And they're a gift from him.

Keep going.

Welcome back, everybody! I hope your weekend was good. Today is Writing Advice day, so let's dive right in!

Most writing advice likes to say "write what you know." It shakes out to a matter of...not pride, exactly, but certainty. If you're writing what you know, then research becomes unnecessary, the story becomes easier to write, you don't have to wonder if you're getting it right...

You get the picture.

(I definitely don't write what I know to avoid research, nuh-uh, I'm a history major and I love research *nods adamantly* always)  

If you've ever felt this way, like writing something less familiar is too intimidating or even scary, you are not alone. I mean, I think all of us have felt this way at some point. *points to self aggressively*

But the truth is--you don't HAVE to be scared of it. Because writing what scares you? It can make your story better.

Some quick rambles about this:

1. This doesn't have to just apply to characters' experiences! Writing what scares you can be as simple as writing a different genre--if you would normally write fantasy, choosing to write that steampunk or horror or contemporary or wHATEVER because it's what you're excited about. This one has been the hardest for me--I'm a hard fantasy author, but I frequently get ideas for other genres. Which is...scary.

2. Flash fiction can be the BEST way to experiment. Going back to that last item: Let's say you have an idea for something sci-fi, but you don't know if you're ready to write an actual sci-fi novel, since you've never done that before. So instead, you write a sci-fi flash fiction. That's what I did for one of my stories for Havok, the flash fiction e-zine I typically write for, and it's possibly one of my favorite pieces I've ever written.

3. If you ARE trying to write a character who has something you've never experienced--don't be afraid to ask someone who knows! This could range from something as big as asking someone about their life with disabilities, to learning about another religion in order to portray it well, to even something as small as asking a fast food worker what drive-thru rushes are REALLY like. If you're really in doubt, ask a few people! Your story will only be better from adding the real experiences of other people--instead of just writing what you know, you're writing what they know.

4. If something really does just feel like it's too much to write: don't be afraid to shelve it for later. I've had to do that multiple times in the Pentegreens series--a few concepts might bounce back in later drafts of that same series, and others may well make their way into different works of mine. That doesn't make it bad that I couldn't handle them at the time--it simply means that sometimes, it isn't a story's time.

5. Writing your most personal experiences can be scary too. Sometimes, it's best to put a slightly different spin on such things. Some of my deepest darkest stories have made their way into my books, but always under a different name, in a different form. Allowing them to INFLUENCE the story rather than letting them BECOME the story is often a wise decision. And remember--most of the time, people will have no idea that you're writing something personal when they come across it. They'll simply proclaim the characters masterful. ;)

There's no right or wrong way to write YOUR story. Your words matter, and they're important. So don't be afraid of them, and don't let fear stop you from writing the story you want to tell. 

What's your go-to genre and one you might want to dabble in someday? Do you enjoy research for your novels (and if you do, teach me your ways)? Chat with me in the comments!

Of course, that wasn't all He said. He also told us that if we wanted to follow Him, we had to leave behind our homes, that even family should come second to our commitment to Him.

He also said that if we wanted to follow Him, we might lose our livelihoods, might have to leave our nets lying beside our boats and give up our sense of confidence and security.

He also said that if we wanted to follow Him, we'd have to make amends with the fact that the Son of Man has no place to lay his head, that we might be homeless.

He also said that if we wanted to follow Him, we had to take up our cross when we came. We had to lift this massive wooden structure and put it on our shoulders and follow after him, dragging it through the mud, never stopping, never turning back. It's a tool for execution. This walk will, He said, cost us our lives. 

But that's the thing to remember--He gives new life.

That new life will be infinitely better than anything we could dream of on earth, but it's a walk to get to it. It will be a trip. A journey.

We have a long, long walk ahead of us.

But He--He is the guide.

There is no reason to be afraid or to wonder when He is with us.

Yes, the fear will come. It's choking sometimes, and sometimes the darkness is so thick you can't see your own hand in front of your face, let alone His face in front of you.

But He is still there, and when the darkness and the smoke clears, you will see that he has been there all along.

Follow Him. Don't turn back.

He will see you through. Even with the cost. Count it, but follow Him.

He is with you til the end, and then beyond the end...there will be no end.

Hello, hello, hello! Time for another WIP intro.

I actually started this in...*considers* August or September? Yikes. It's been a while, either way. But only now am I getting around to sharing about it! 

This story is a comp title to Mark of the Raven meeting Shadow and Bone.  It's a high fantasy with Russian influences.

Its title? Chasing Dark Roses.

THE BLURB

Anfusa is the daughter of a rebel captain, and her life, while hungry and scant, has always been secure in that knowledge. But when the emperor’s army pushes her father into a corner, he does the unthinkable: he sacrifices Anfusa as tribute to the emperor in exchange for the rest of the family’s freedom.

Anfusa’s fear turns into anger when the army returns her to the capital. The emperor’s sons, especially the younger Prince Ignatio, treat her with respect, but that can’t erase her need to escape. Especially when Crown Prince Tikhomir devises a plan: to make a final attempt at peace between the rebels and the royals, Ignatio will marry Anfusa.

Marriage is nothing like what Anfusa expected, and slowly, she finds herself starting to fall for her new husband. But when the princes’ cousin Milosh returns from the warfront, he sets his eye on two things: Anfusa and the crown.

Torn between two worlds, her duty and her new husband, Anfusa struggles to find her place in a cold, cruel world. And it’s possible her allies are not who she thinks...

My own art of Anfusa

Between the wars we'll stay//fading echoes spin away//Allman Brown

Though I am breaking down again//I am aching now to let you in//Fleurie

Fade away just far enough//I'm drifting//touch your soul and know that I'm not dreaming//SVRCINA

And I must think of my own survival. They have weapons. They could kill me with one blow. I must keep my head down and find somewhere to get out as time goes on. I can escape. I can do this. I am Anfusa, the captain’s daughter. I will not fear.

Milosh (courtesy of Pinterest)

Tikhomir (courtesy of Pinterest)

Prince Tikhomir points toward the hallway. “Come, girl.”

From a different man, those words might be derogatory, perhaps even a direct insult. He calls me girl and refuses to use my name, and why? But from him… it is somehow clear that it isn’t his intention to insult me. Something about the way he stands, the expression on his face, the way he lets out a half smile as he says it. He does not hate me.

Nadia (courtesy of Pinterest)

Then she relaxes and lets out a low laugh. Her arms fall to hang at her sides, and her whole posture slips into a practiced ease. Too practiced.

I can’t relax. Most people who do that are just buttering you up to stab you in the back.

She shakes her head. “Sorry. I had to get the maids out of the way.” She glances over at the row of whispering girls and then walks to lean against the nightstand where my mirror hangs. “I’m Nadia. Turns out, I’m your bodyguard now.”

~

My heart possibly misses a beat.

Magic? It’s forbidden. It’s unthought of. It’s a story for children, something the dark men of camp whisper around the campfire as the warriors’ kids ooh and aah until their parents come to drag them away, hissing that such a thing can never be.

Such a thing, I remind myself, can never be.

Magic cannot be real. It has never been real.

And yet, here stands the queen of the Roskas, staring me dead in the eye, not a trace of mirth playing around her stone-cold mouth as she waits.

~

“Ignatio?” The king’s voice is startled.

“You say I must use my life to create a better country. Perhaps I could marry someone from a different kingdom and secure an alliance there. But that is not the best thing I can do for my nation.” Ignatio steps right up to the railing and raises an arm. It should look overdramatic, but it comes out simply as emphasis. “The best thing I can do for my nation is to protect its citizens and try to bring us back together. And what better way to do that than to seek alliance with the rebels? What better way to heal our land than to try to seek an end to civil wars?”

~

After breakfast, I shove my chair back and try to race out of the room. Conversation dims and dozens of pairs of eyes turn to me around the table, and I cringe under the attention. What is it about me that people feel the need to stare at? I am nothing. I am no one. No one has ever stared at me before this, and now… everyone is staring at me. 

Including Ignatio, who stands up and says, loud enough to reclaim the situation, “Let’s go for a walk, my love.”

I bristle, my neck tensing, but he’s taking my arm and drawing me out of the room, away from the stares. Guards bow on both sides as we enter the hallway, their chins touching their chests. I cringe at the very sight of it. Why do they think they have to bow to us? Why does the royal family make themselves so elevated?

Ignatio holds my arm gently, his fingers wrapped around my hand rather than actually holding it. I find I don’t mind that so much. I don’t want to be here anymore.

My identity is gone.

What are you writing? Chat with me in the comments!

1. Don't let the things that you need to escape take over your story.

2. Write a story you love, one that feels safe, one that feels like coming home when you open the document.

3. Write characters full of light.

 Today I'm SUPER pumped to announce a new story! This is STILL not the super secret project *long drawn out sigh* But this one is just...I'm SO excited to announce it.

I had this idea one night while lying in bed. I couldn't sleep, and suddenly the thought of a girl came to mind. Not just a girl--a princess. The daughter of a ruling queen, abused within her castle, utterly neglected, and never given anything. (Yeah, I have SUCH nice thoughts before sleeping.)

I started thinking: what would that sort of scenario do to this girl? What would she do? Who would she become?

She became a villain.

Her name became Evinda.

And thus Women of Iron was born.

(all images in this post are from Pinterest. All rights to the original owners. I own nothing.)

THE BLURB

War will come to the land.

After centuries of unrest under the line of queens in Kindalsa, a young princess with a heart of stone ascends the throne. Civil war is rampant about her, but her hands are already dripping with the blood of those who dared oppose her and betray her. Queen Evinda and her posse of powerful women will stop at nothing to quell the unrest—for a world full of so much pain deserves to hurt, at least a little.

Sorin’s father died in the war, and now he and his family want nothing but to put their lives back together under the next tyrannical queen. But when a draft to stop rebel invaders threatens everything they’ve built, Sorin has no choice but to run to the Resistance. There, he fights to bring peace to a land rocked by turmoil for centuries—but the resistance has other goals. And they don’t include peace negotiations.

Saphira, a rebel, watched her parents’ murder when she was a small child. Now she has risen through the ranks of her army, and she marches on Kindalsa and Queen Evinda, the flame of revenge burning in her chest. Her people have had enough of the queens. It’s their turn to rule this land where they’ve had no voice for so long.

When three armies converge, there will be no avoiding war. But against a queen made of iron...who can stand?

THE PLAYERS

 HELLO EVERYONE! Today I'm here to look at 2020 in review and my (sometimes VERY) shortsighted goals I set in January for myself. *cringes* 

I also need to mention as a disclaimer: I did not accomplish MANY of the things I was hoping to this year. I forced myself to stay driven, and because of the job I work, very little changed for me for a long time this year. So a part of my ability to accomplish my goals was caused by the fact that I didn't ever quarantine--I just went full time at work instead of part time. However! If you did not "accomplish your goals" this year, I want you to know: You are beautiful. You are valid. You made it through another year, and you're still going. That is an accomplishment by itself. Really, these are all just small stops along the way of going, and they are not meant to be some sort of grand thing I've done. I admire everyone who made it through the difficulties we've all faced.

With that said, here's the list! 

2020 was a year of hopes and dreams, one we could not have imagined.

For some, it was a first step. For some, it was crushing. Either way, we all stood at its pinnacle awaiting something. The allure of a new decade was there, and it was enough to send us all into the year with just a tiny taste of...some amount of hope.

Then something happened. No matter where we lived, or who we were. No matter our source of income. No matter what it was, something happened. There were massive, massive brutal consequences for so many actions at the beginning of this year, and the entire world's population carries the blame for the actions of a few.

We look to 2021, and for a lot of us, there's a tiny light of hope rekindled, as if the number 1/1 on the calendar has somehow made something magical. A reset button. Everything bad, we reason, happened in this calendar year. Maybe it will end.

I think most of us know that that's a pipe dream.

But that is why I come here. I kneel before the throne of my Father, also known as the King of Kings. My Father, who rules over all things. Every other ruler in this world can laugh and raise their heads high, but not a one of them has true power without His permission.

He controls all things, and his plan is better than anything we can imagine, even though we cannot see it. In many cases, through world history, it is impossible for human eyes to behold the tapestry he is weaving, for us to see through the mysteries and into the clarity.

Someday, though, it will be clear.

And so I cry out now to my Father.

And I pray that this year would be one where He is lifted high. That His people would not be afraid. That we would be brave for Him, and that His Spirit would be upon us.

I pray that He would help us to endure.

I pray that even if 2021 brings nothing but more pain...there would be hope. That this time, we would fix our eyes on Him, and that nothing would distract us.

Lord, let your mercy be upon your people. Help us. We make our plans, but you determine our steps. I pray that your hand will help us. 

No matter what I encounter this year...make me more of your child.

Let the parched ground feel your hope.

I ask all of this in Jesus' holy, righteous name. We deserve nothing, and yet I cry out for mercy, even as I surrender 2021 and my paths within it to you.

Thank you, Lord. 

Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.

 The year is done and that's all that needs to be said about THAT *wipes sweat off forehead* BYE BYE 2020 we all know that 2021 won't be much better probably but like...bye to this one

With that out of the way...no further intro, let's do this

Music of 2020

Books of 2020

Recommended by Nicki//enemies to lovers//sort of arranged marriage but also really good?//a labyrinth//so many of my favorite tropes in one book//the SHIP tho

Everything I wanted in a series finale//my SHIP//I just love Morgan L. Busse

My edition is prettier than this//so much about humanity lol//so many references in pop culture?

Can't believe this series is done//it was my childhood and adulthood and EEK//so good//so pure//DOOLEY//LACE//FATHER TIIIIIIM

guilty pleasure aka a TON of content//but also just FUN//I love McManus' mysteries

Brooke made me read it and honestly I should've listened to her sooner I've owned it for like five years but it was just QUALITY//so good//still uncertain on the ships? but otherwise ACK

Gotta share the whole series at once//OH MY GOSH//a new all-time favorite//just perfection from start to finish//MALINA FOREVER//Nikolai is mine//the Darkling is filth//just everything//buddy read with Brooke and ACK so good//Brooke: you might like this//me: nah//me: YES//Brooke: -_- did I not tell you

I didn't read enough indie this year and that makes me sad//but next year will be different//I LOVED this//high fantasy and HOPE

Writing

-I wrote...a lot of stuff I don't even remember all of it

-I fought Pentegreens 4 for pretty much the whole year

-Rewrote The King's Daughter A G A I N...yeah we're not doing that again *she says as she looks over at her outline for version 10 hahaha please help*

-Finished my story Not the Chosen One

-Wrote an entire random novella that no one will ever read, known as Stealing Me Away

-Wrote an entire book called Holding Up the Sky and then edited it

-Wrote about 60k of Holding Up the Sky's sequel, If the Sky Falls

-More with Pentegreens 4

-I started another WIP that I haven't mentioned yet

-Lots of flash fiction!

-Yeah Idek at this point 

Life

-JANUARY: went to see my grandparents//started working for Havok//some stuff went down that was a surprise tool to help us later//spent SO much time in a ski lodge

-FEBRUARY: took an online college class//tried to apply for scholarships//did my taxes//TANGLED AND AGENT CARTER MY NEW LOVES

-MARCH: what a weird month//anxiety maybe ate me alive//read a poem about my villain that could have literally been about him//oh yeah have you heard of COVID//decided I wasn't ready for trad publishing//

-APRIL: turned eighteen//stuff started getting cancelled for real//read a lot//Massive Life Events 

-MAY: FINISHED SCHOOL//went full time-ish at work//realized I didn't care if I got COVID and started being less afraid of it//digital piano lessons//

JUNE: GRADUATED//applied for scholarships//still didn't get any//went shopping for school//my mama is the bomb

-JULY: sent letters//tried to start digital art, failed//changed churches//went mini golfing with the fam//still working so so much//babysat//visited a Fren <3

-AUGUST: move to school//ordered textbooks//lived on my own for the first time//realized I had no control over my sleep schedule//yeah

-SEPTEMBER: college!

-OCTOBER: college!

-November: college!//also Thanksgiving//home//fun times//YAY//first time voting

-December: we be vibing at home//work//Christmas? maybe?//

somehow, this year I was both

me daily in college

"hiI'mthemanagerohI'msosorryma'amhowcanIfixthatforyou"

meeeeeeeee

it's me i'm girls 

yep

Tell me about your 2020! Read anything good in quarantine? Let me know down below!