home // island living, II

I remember hours spent cowering in corners, hiding futilely from the waves, battered to and fro by sprays of saltwater that felt like curses. Slipping away from the storms and trying to be safe but never, never able to. 

Now I’m here on my own and the feeling of safety is pervasive all around me. 

Now I’m here and I get to build my own — 

my 

own

home. Read More »

shipwreck // island living, I

When the sailboat’s hull scrapes on the sandbar, all I can think is finally.

Finally. 

Finally I have managed to sail my vessel straight to the island I always wanted to be on. At last I am grounded, marooned, isolated. I am truly alone. 

I hear the ugly sound of sand on wood, the creaking of my faithful vessel as it protests the harm I am doing it. Uncertain jerks. Confused waves splashing around a barrier that shouldn’t be there. 

Is it a shipwreck if the boat doesn’t break? 

Is it a shipwreck if I wanted to land? Read More »

looking back at my book // a glimpse into Remnant’s earlier incarnations, with much laughter

Hello hello, friends (and strangers)!

I wrote this post a long while ago. It was inspired by Sarah Baran (aka The Sarcastic Elf). I highly encourage you to check out her blog if you enjoy mine (or even if you don’t). Crazy homeschooled fantasy writers are the best. Especially if sarcasm is involved.

As the title of the post implies, I’m going to go back through various drafts of my current WIP, Remnant. I’m going to talk about my writing process and ideas. I’m going to share snippets. And I’m going to laugh at myself.

It’s going to be a lot of fun. (I should know, because as of right now, I have already written the post and read it numerous times.)

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The Chosen

This whole story starts back when I was eleven years old. Having read LOTR and Eragon recently, I was full of grand ideas of adventure, high fantasy, magic, and (of course) elves. However, I was suffering under the misconception that I couldn’t write a novel until after high school.

. . .

Yes, I know that makes no sense. I have no idea how I came up with that. Unfortunately, it was firmly cemented in my mind and I had never even attempted to write something longer than a few pages.

Until that day, standing in my bedroom, when I had THE IDEA.

Yes, it deserves capital letters. Because even though I no longer like THE IDEA, even though barely any of it remains in Remnant, even though it was honestly a terrible idea…

It was mine, all mine, and it’s the reason I started writing seriously. It’s the reason I am who I am. So thank you, eleven-year-old self, for THE IDEA.

THE IDEA involves silvery magic tattoos that signify power, a race called (wait for it) elves, another one called dwarves, a group called the Guardians (think the Varden, but cooler) who aided both, a bunch of (typically clueless) humans, yet another group (comprised of elves, dwarves, and humans, some of whom were Guardians) called the Chosen, a boy named Joe (it was a placeholder name that stuck around far too long), and a bunch of recycled plots from my previously planned fantasy series.

Because, though I was certain that I couldn’t write a novel, I saw no reason not to plan a novel. Many of them, in fact. So many that, before THE IDEA entered my brain, I had come up with the plot for a twenty-four-book series.

I’m not sure how I planned to write all those while figuring out adult life. But the Eagle-Wing Trail series (Wingfeather Saga meets Kingdom Tales) provided ample material for this The Chosen.

Sadly, none of the very first scene of The Chosen remains (at least not anywhere I can find it). So no one shall ever know of the meeting between Raldin and Taresil. How Raldin, tears in his eyes, handed baby Joe to the beautiful elf (beautiful beyond description), and she, crying and laughing in turn, marked the baby as one of the Chosen and spun him in circles in the forest…

But though this spectacular beginning is lost to history, I do have some amusing quotes from other sections.

For all things pleasant passed away in a time of desolation and sorrow, because those who were called the Chosen passed away into the land of memory… now let us eavesdrop in on one tale that was told… for the Chosen kept the peace and ruled over the land — until an unknown disaster befell them and they mysteriously disappeared…

This is deep stuff, people. At the tender age of eleven, I was already contemplating that dark and desolate place called “the land of memory.”Read More »

flotsam and jetsam | 6 (Camp NaNo + mini book reviews + some updates)

How are you all, my friends? Quarantine in Michigan has been extended until at least May 28 (I think) and my musical has been officially canceled, so I’m still at home, still reading and writing and taking walks and wishing I could go places. I miss normal life.

But enough about my woes. Despite the (many) downsides of living in 2020, there are a few good things. The first one is that I exceeded my Camp NaNo goal of 20k!

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I wrote 21,708 words in April! I shared some snippets from day 1, days 2-4, and days 5-10 earlier. Here are some of my favorite things I wrote from days 11-30.

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// 13: shadow heart //

My heart is shadowed and uncertain. I’ve been trying to get back to where I was but the sirens call me into sin and seduction and unsatisfaction and my heart is heavy….
My heart is shadowed. Craven and breaking. Someone come pull me out of my aching and raise me to heaven — or I will fall to hell….
My heart is shadowed.
Send rescue.
Send salvation.

I tried my hand at spoken word poetry. I’m not very happy with the result, but I’ll keep trying.


// 14: play //

I’m tired of deception (but that’s unrelated to anything I’m supposed to be writing about)
and this quarantine
and being me
and, well, a lot of things.
I want the world to be healed
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flotsam & jetsam | 5

Hello, all!

At this point, you probably know what my flotsam and jetsam posts look like. (If you don’t, read some old ones.) I’ve got a lot of random things to write about today.

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Lent & Easter

Lent is the season leading up to Easter, during which many Christians remember Jesus’ suffering by fasting, reading the Bible, and praying. My family often gives up screens for this time; however, we decided not to this year because of the quarantine. We don’t watch things much anyway, but it certainly helps to be able to turn on a show or movie occasionally when you’re stuck at home with nothing to do.

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We still observed Lent, though, by praying and reading the Bible and remembering Jesus’ suffering. If you’ve never tried it before, mark your calendar for 2021 and get ready to more fully appreciate what Jesus did for you. Read More »

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

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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 »

sail home someday // a short story (+ Dust by Kara Swanson!)

Hello, my friends!

As a member of the street team for Kara Swanson’s new book Dust, I get the awesome opportunity to share Lorie Langdon’s endorsement of it. Lorie Langdon is the author of Olivia Twist and the Doon series, and she loves Kara’s book!⁣⁣

If you’re a Peter Pan fan who enjoys unique takes on classic fairytales, you’ll love Dust! It’s a Peter Pan retelling/sequel by the author of The Girl Who Could See. ⁣⁣

👉🏻 PREORDER LINK: http://bit.ly/HN-Dust 👈🏻⁣⁣⁣

stick around for a bit if you want to read my short story (:

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More about Dust…⁣

The truth about Neverland is far more dangerous than a fairy tale.

Claire Kenton believes the world is too dark for magic to be real — since her twin brother was stolen away as a child. Now Claire’s desperate search points to London… and a boy who shouldn’t exist.

Peter Pan is having a beastly time getting back to Neverland. Grounded in London and hunted by his own Lost Boys, Peter searches for the last hope of restoring his crumbling island: a lass with magic in her veins.

The girl who fears her own destiny is on a collision course with the boy who never wanted to grow up. The truth behind this fairy tale is about to unravel everything Claire thought she knew about Peter Pan — and herself.

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preorder Dust now

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And because my sister has been telling me to publish some original fiction, I now present to you a story I wrote years ago. It was in response to this art prompt by Jamin Still. I didn’t win the contest I entered, but I still like the story and may do something with it someday. Here it is for your reading pleasure.

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sail home someday

“Come with us, Claire,” said David. 

His voice reminded me of days spent playing in the sand together. Years when my answer would have been yes. Read More »

I am no dude // a short inspired by LOTR

Hello, my friends!

I wrote this short script many years ago, in a slightly different format. Since I won’t be making it into a video anytime soon, I’m sharing it with you now.

It’s different than most of what I usually post here, but it’s too amusing to keep it to myself. Enjoy!

(P.S. This is almost entirely inspired by the movie version of LOTR, not the books. It’s not endorsed by Peter Jackson or J.R.R. Tolkien or anyone associated with either of them. And it’s in no way intended to belittle the masterpieces of cinema and literature created by them. Just so we’re clear;)


The NAZGÛL stands by his dragon, cloak blowing dramatically in the wind, in the midst of a bloody battlefield.

NAZGÛL (to the battle in general): Hey, dudes! I challenge you to come fight me! Come on, don’t be afraid! (he gestures to ARAGORN) Aren’t you supposed to be a king or something?

ARAGORN (heroically fighting an orc): Perhaps someday I will vanquish you. But it is not this day… this day I kill your soldiers. This day I reclaim my kingdom! (he yells and hews down the orc)

NAZGÛL: Oh, no problem, dude. I completely get it. See you later… Hey, you! Yep, you, with the fancy hairdo. Wanna fight me?

LEGOLAS (about to swing off on a rope): Oh, I’m so sorry, I really wish I could, but I’ve got to kill this… um… elephant thing. Makes all the girls swoon, you know? (he is pulled up and away by the rope)

NAZGÛL: That’s totally okay, dude. No hard feelings. (he looks around for another candidate). Hey you! With the beard! I need an opponent to dramatically kill. You up for this scene?Read More »

flotsam and jetsam | 3

Hello, friends!

I’ve taken an unintentional blogging break since Christmastime, and it’s likely to extend for a while (because I have SCHOOL), but I have a few things I’d like to share with you today. So welcome to flotsam and jetsam #3.


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First: voting is open for the Best of 2019 Blogging Awards, hosted by Megan @ A Barefoot Gal! Some of my very favorite blogs are on the list, including Allison @ A Farm Girl’s Life, Charis Rae, Essie Writes Poetry, and many others I’m forgetting. Go vote!Read More »