introducing Red Raven // February is Fantasy Month!

My fantastical fellowship of friends…

This (awesome) linkup/gathering/giveaway/PARTY is hosted by the lovely Jenelle Schmidt. Check out her original post for info on how to join in the fun! The basic concept is that in February, anyone who wants to can participate by posting about anything fantasy-related. This year’s theme is “fandoms,” but I actually didn’t know that when I wrote this post… so I’m sticking with my original plan, to tell you all about my WIP idea Red Raven.

I talk a lot about Remnant (my main WIP) on my blog, but I haven’t really talked about Red Raven at all. Today that changes! Red Raven is a placeholder title for an adult fantasy novel with themes of orthodoxy and doctrine, salvation and forgiveness, and societal norms. It’s a placeholder title — I probably will change it if I ever finish it just because there’s already a published book called Red Rising (and in my first month on Goodreads I must’ve seen fifty books with “raven” in the title 😂). But it’s perfect because Red and Raven are the middle names of two of my main characters and I love the alliteration!

So, I’m pleased to introduce my new-ish (I had the idea in 2019 or 2020) pre-WIP (as in, it’s not exactly in process yet, except for brainstorming and inspiration collecting)… Red Raven.

(That was confusing, sorry xP)

Note: there are a lot of images in this post, and none of them are mine, but I didn’t cite sources due to the sheer amount. If you own an image and want me to credit you or take it down, please let me know ASAP!

the story

This is the part I’m the most shaky on… *laughs nervously* Red Raven is a romance. A story of class and culture. A novel about religion and the things we do to make sure no one challenges our beliefs. About the terrible steps we’ll take to pursue immortality. The outcasts of society who take it down, and the ones who build it up.

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Happy Christmas [ + Know the Novel part 3 ]

Hi friends! This post is going to be my last one until the New Year. I’ve been pretty busy with school, so I’m excited to have the next couple of weeks off to spend time with my family, read a ton of history + plan for my biography paper, organize all my school books, read Brandon Sanderson, write my novel, and catch up on all my letter writing.

Oh, and celebrate Jesus’ birth. *cough* That too.

Unfortunately, with all of the busyness and crazy stuff this year, I keep forgetting the most important part of Christmas. WELL, that stops today, because today I’m talking about Christmas to all of you!

I’m also going to be doing Christine’s Know the Novel linkup, but since I only wrote 10k in November and haven’t gotten back to the story much since then, I don’t have a ton to say and so I decided to combine it with this post.

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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 »

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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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 »

in this tale, there is no hero // a legend

Hello, everyone! Here’s a snippet from my WIP Remnant. I’ve been working on it lately and thought I should give you a taste of it. (And if you wonder later, yes, it’s supposed to start in the middle of the story.) I hope you enjoy it!

Note: this part of the story does get a bit dark and disturbing, so if you don’t like reading about death, then don’t read on. I don’t mind if you need to skip this one (:


Once, long ago, there lived an elf who gloried in darkness. 

His name was Brasnin, and when he betrayed his kind, he was remorseless.

When he was young, he fell in love with a girl named Rene. She was beautiful and powerful, and her eyes were deep and heavy with dread and hope, for she saw the future.

They planned their lives together. She saw the shape their story would take. She saw what he would do. But she could not make herself stop loving him, and so she put her fear away and gave him her love.

One day he stood and said his vows of service. Read More »