Camp NaNo 2020, days 2-4

As you can see, posting every day is not happening.

This is for two reasons. The first: I don’t want to share everything I write this month because I have a feeling I may want to publish some of it, use it in a current novel, or something of the sort.

The second: I simply keep not having the time or energy to post.

Anyway, I wrote three more poems and several thousand more words about what happened to Aionladon before he was in the cell (see my previous post). I’m going to share little bits of it with you (but not everything. for the aforementioned reason #1).divider


photo of moon during night

day 2: dare

When everywhere the night has fallen
And days are only memories

(That’s all you’re getting. I’m majorly dissatisfied with this poem… I think I’ll write some better poetry after I get back into the swing of writing poetry every day.)Read More »

Camp NaNo 2020, 1 // golden + Aionladon in a cell

Hello, my friends!

This year is my first time participating in Camp NaNoWriMo! I’m handwriting (just like I did for NaNo) and my goal is 20k words. I’ll be writing one poem a day (based on Lemon’s prompts) and also working on some story ideas: one called “Darius Raven,” a few inspired by the New Testament, and a futuristic dystopian. (Also, I’m writing some short scenes inspired by books I like, but with my own characters in the situations. I had the idea last night and am having so much fun with it today…)

I’m not sure I’ll be posting about it every day, but I am going to try to share my writing frequently this month. It’s (mostly) fun, and provides motivation to do the best work I can.

Today I have two snippets to share with you: a poem based on the prompt “golden,” and a Wingfeather Saga-inspired adventure featuring Aionladon (my novel’s MC) stuck in a jail cell. Read More »

admission // a poem

Sometimes — 

always —

it’s hard to admit you’re wrong. 

Hard to let a dream die. 

You hold it and you nurture it

and for one moment — 

at least — 

it’s real. 

Your dream, 

a reality. 

So even when it becomes more and more difficult

even when you’re starting to know it can’t happen

you won’t let the dream die. 

You hold on and on. 

Darling, do the hard thing. 

Let it die

let it go

You’ll find reality is sweeter when it’s real. 

You’ll see how glorious it is to be unburdened

of a dream that was never meant to be. 

Darling, let it die. 

It’s always hard — 

but, oh, so right — 

to admit you’re wrong. 

Inktober 2019 // poetry snippets

Hello, my friends!

NaNoWriMo is over (and I won, which was stressful but worth it – more on that later). I still have more work to do on my Fiddler novel.  I’m about to start work on my short story and poetry collection. Christmas is coming.

So naturally, I’m sharing some snippets of poetry that I wrote in October using the Inktober prompts.

. . . naturally.

Let’s ignore the fact that the timing of this post doesn’t make much sense and focus instead on the fact that I wrote 31 (34, actually) poems in October, a few of which are worth reading, and that today I’m going to give you the pleasure of seeing some of them.

And let’s begin.

I’ll be sharing quotes from my favorite poems of the month, along with pictures (courtesy of Unsplash) that I’ve chosen to go along with them.

pavement surrounded with dried leaves

day 1: ring

This smell of fall is a whisper,
A glimmer,
A glimpse of your grandeur.
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Odysseus // a poem

Hello, readers!

I’m taking this poem down (on 3/28/2020) because I shared a LOT of material from my book Cathedral on here, and I’ve decided to keep it private until I release said book. 

If you want to read something from the book, one piece I kept up is “admission.”

I’ll announce the book’s release sometime this summer or fall! 

The stories are true,


wildflower sisters // a photoshoot

My little sister asked to have her hair curled. My other sister decided it was a perfect opportunity for a photoshoot. I decided it was the perfect opportunity for a photography post! (Featuring quotes, of course. When I write a blog post, expect quotes.)

So, in the style of Allison @ A Farm Girl’s Life, I present to you:

wildflower sisters, featuring quotes

The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.
// Isaiah 40:8 //

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