I wish I was a real artist; I suck at putting things in a way that stirs heavy emotions in people. I’ve tried time and time again, but what comes out of me is complete gumbo. AdvertisementsRead More
Hello friends! So, I realize I went completely AWOL. I also realize I wrote in one of my last posts that I would catch up to my one-post-a-day entries. Something tells me that I won’t be able to catch up at this point.Read More
Most of us grow up with someone look up to: someone we admire for all the things they do for us, or the things they’ve done for others, or for accomplishing things that we want for ourselves. I just happen to be so lucky to have that someone be a person that has not only been in and around my life forever, but also help raise me.Read More
I started writing at a really young age. I remember my teachers from elementary school submitting my assignments for contests that were held throughout the school year, and finding my work on the walls, in different halls. I always had a vivid imagination, consumed with the ideas of magic and grandeur, life always moving on and throwing you around. I started out as a little girl with a lot of things to think about and say, and paper just seemed to be the perfect place to do that.Read More
In reality, my ideal space to write is anywhere that has a flat surface, and allows me to clear my head. I don’t even really need much to be able to write anywhere; I just need some peace and quiet. You know, so I can hear the little voice in my head telling me what to write.Read More
I remember when the first Kindle was released. It was in 2007, around the beginning of my bookworm stage. I thought that the idea of being able to have all your books in this one little device was so cool—but I never asked my parents for it, because I liked getting books from my school library.Read More
1. My family
2. Spending quality time with the family.
3. Watching my siblings make accomplishments and do the things they love.