Just Another Writer Writing

I want to be a good writer. I want to be good at my job. I want to be a good sister. I want to be a good daughter. I want to be a good friend. I want to be the “good Christian” girl we all aspire to be in the daylight, but convince ourselves we are not in the dark. I want to be the girl who is organized, clean, tidy. Who never comes home to a mess left that morning (or the night before). I want to have a routine that’s set in stone, where I get up at the same time every day. Dedicate this much time to my Bible reading, this much time to prayer, this much time to getting ready, and this much time to writing. I want to appear as though I “have my life together.” I want to feel that way too. Let’s be real, there are a lot of things that we want to be and want to do. In a perfect world, in a perfect environment, with unlimited energy and endless motivation. Yeah, right. That’s not going to happen. So, now what? You prioritize. You take the things that you want to be important and you put t

One year ago today I had one of the scariest panic attacks-no, the scariest panic attack-I have ever had. My arms and legs went almost completely numb, my pulse and blood pressure skyrocketed, I was throwing up, and for the first time the fear for my life was all encompassing. Not just a passing thought, not just something I could tell myself was silly, but legitimate fear that my heart would stop or explode before it could. Five hours away from home and family, Cheryl took me to the ER. The first time I’d been for my panic attacks. Looking back, I should have been mortified, but the fact that I was terrified overruled all other emotion. I knew what was wrong, I knew that I was having a panic attack, but the physical symptoms that had overtaken me were more than I could handle. This picture was taken maybe an hour and a half later, as we were waiting for the medicine they gave me to kick in, and Cheryl was texting my dad to assure him that I was okay. In all honesty, I was sure that it

Okay so, since I failed to upload a short story last month (still working on it) I figured I could at least do something like this! So, here we go. . . 1) I last held hands with Cheryl, my spiritual mother, while praying at a banquet a few days ago 2) I am some self destructive combination of shy and loud. Like, if I don’t know you or I am anxious/tired I’m most likely going to be quiet. However, if I’m comfortable around you, prepare for 13 stories, 7 jokes, and intense laughter 3) Tbh I’m looking forward to seeing Cheryl again on Sunday cuz she’s the best ;) but also my best friend Hayleah (pronounced like Hailey) on Sunday as well!! 4) I feel like I am easy enough to get along with, I am generally polite, but if you harm myself or my loved ones we are gonna have some major issues. (Meaning I will suck behind the counter if my workplace and stay there rather than talk to you if I see you unexpectedly) 5) I have never given up on someone only to turn around and go back to them/let the

Alright y’all, brace yourselves. This will hopefully be short, sweet, and to the point, but you are bout to get a review from perhaps the only 20 year old interested that has just finished actually reading the first Harry Potter book for the first time in her life. (I say actually reading, because technically and physically I have read this book before. But, it was with the intention of reading it so I could say that I had. This time it has been MUCH more enjoyable as I read it at my own leasurely pace) Okay, in all honesty I don’t quite see what all the hype about this series is about. Maybe I just need to keep reading, idk, we shall see. However, I will say that I did genuinely enjoy this book. Why? Well, let me tell you. The pacing. The pacing was PERFECT and that’s not something I say about many books. Most that I read I say are either just slightly too fast or ever so slow. But this one? Something was happening just often enough to keep you interested. JKR managed to take us thoug

*Authors Note* I do not condone underage drinking, in any situation. However, when mixing the prompt that I desired to follow and the characters that I decided to create, I realized what must be done. But just because my characters are doing it, doesn't mean that it's something I agree with. Thank you! Tonight is my last night of freedom-the last night to get out and do what I love to do before the whole world finds out who I am. For the past 6 years I’ve been able to live my life quietly, grow up in relative obscurity. No one has seen my face and therefore no one could come up with a good excuse as to why I shouldn’t live a normal life. Go to school, have friends, have a job, and sneak out to my favorite karaoke bar every Saturday night. Even Theo, the muscle that has managed to discretely follow me everywhere I go, has no idea where I go when I disappear from my palace bedroom. And tonight is the last night that I get to do any of it. It starts raining as I race down t

My reading aspirations for the next year! The Story Keeper✅ The Siren ✅ The Book Theif (sadly, this one is less and less likely to happen as the days go on. Sorry!) Deep Blue Rogue Wave Dark Tide Sea Spell Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone (finished 2-20-2018) Harry Potter and the Chamber ofSecrets  Harry Potter and the Prisioner of Azkaban Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fore Harry Potter and the Order of the Phenox Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows 1984 Brave New World

Okay, so Kiera Cass’s “The Siren” was given to me as a Christmas gift recently. My best friend knows of my love for mermaids and myths, and is unabashedly feeding the obsession with every Birthday and Christmas since it started. I currently own 6 or 7 books featuring mermaids, and I have not bought a single one. That being said, this book is NOT about mermaids-but neither of us fully realized that until I was halfway I tot he book going “wait, this came with the mermaid stuff.” In all honesty, this book was slow starting for me. But, in the stoubornness to finish this book that was a gift, I pressed on. Listening to it was easier, starting out as a way to fill my time as I drove. By the end of the book, I was sitting for hours in my bedroom, letting myself be swept away into the world of the sirens. The ocean does not take mothers and she does not take wives. She takes young women, rescuing them from their watery grave. In return, she requires 100 years of their time. In that time,

Hello all! It's been forever and a day since I've uploaded a post, but in the course of this crazy blessed life I seem to have forgotten my love of reading and writing and sharing my own thoughts (shocker, right?) Anyhoo, this next year my goal will be for two posts a month. One short story, and one book review. This will not only help me keep my creative juices flowing, but keep my nose in books rather than in Netflix! Now, I will admit that time to sit down and read is hard to make, but I have recently been swept away into the world of audio books. That is how I came across this most recent read. Looking through the site, hoping to find a gem, I discovered something slightly out of my normal reading range. The Story Keeper follows Jen Gibbs, i.e. Jennia Beth, as she begins her new job as an editor for a small but thriving publishing company in New York City. This company just so happens to be the only one that still has a physical "slush pile". A pile of manuscri