Just A Review: The Rose And The Balloon


Hey everyone! I finally got around to getting that review I promised y’all. I did mention it was about roses, right?

And it is. See?


In a kingdom where fauna and flora are held in higher esteem than breakfast, Dmitri is a prince who yearns for change and plans it in a single daring act that will alter his life forever. However, when his demented mother accidentally causes the destruction of a prized garden of roses, Dmitri is horrified when she proposes his hand in marriage to make up for it. Not only will a wife hamper his glorious plans, he doesn’t even want one. Janelle has spent her whole life on her father’s rose farm, tending the roses and staying simple. But she really yearns for something greater than the flower beds. But now there’s a wrench thrown in the works – the crazy Queen Maeva wants her to marry the prince, and all for ruining her father’s beloved roses. This is Beauty and the Beast with a twist like you’ve never seen it before.


Da Actual Review You Probably Came To Read-

I had no idea crazy queens, hot air balloons, and twins that try to kill each other any chance they get would be such a delightful combination. But it was.

The whole story gets off quite nicely. Queen Maeva is intent on flying a balloon, and everyone in the kingdom is sick of it. But she launches one anyway, and due to unfortunate circumstances, the balloon crashes into Janelle’s father’s rose garden. (Also neat twist, everyone is obsessed with roses. Who knew?) Everyone on both sides of the matter are properly disturbed. It’s going normal.

And then the Queen suggests something absolutely absurd. Marriage??? For her son, to the girl whose father’s livelihood was just destroyed and who doesn’t look keen on being just friends with the prince, let alone *gasp* married to him? Is she absolutely crazy???

Oh wait, she is. Heh. But she’s also the queen. Which means whatever she says goes. Rats. What are they gonna do.

To be honest, I thought Dmitri and Janelle’s obvious tension (helped along with sarcasm, wit, and the fact that they just don’t get along) was kinda funny, and I liked that there was a lot more to their characters than you usually see in re-tellings. Janelle is just as fiery, hot- tempered, and witty as Dmitri, and Dmitri is this cold, proper, aloof prince. (Which makes for the best dialogue!) It takes the twins to tell Janelle that their older brother was once a great person to be around.

Speaking of the twins, Nicolas and Nicoline are two of the wildest charming twins I have ever read. Their very serious goal to out-prank the other had me laughing. And in the end, they really– uh, you’ll have to read the book to find out. 😉

The plot was concise and very well written, and moved just a smidge too fast, but at a pace perfect for a novella. And the plot twist! You could kinda guess what was coming, but when it actually hit you, bam!

When the book description said it was with a twist you’ve never seen before, it wasn’t joking. There is no living china, angry townspeople, or a pompous annoying twit who wears hunter red, and there’s no magic. But there’s a glowing rose, there’s this reluctant love, and there’s hot air balloons. How much better can it get? All in all, I enjoyed this quick and just delightful read, and my only comment is that there should be more of Nicolas and Nicoline. They’re ridiculously sweet.




It’s The End Of September Already???


I was peacefully sleeping in when my alarm rang for the third time. I was about to hit snooze I noticed the screen clearly read September 29. O_O


People of the world, we only have one more day til the end of September. *is mindblown*

I’d say it feels like time’s moving by too fast, but that would be repeating myself. It got colder today- for the first time in a while, I had to wear a wool sweater outside. That, in my opinion, is cold.

How are you guys doing with this realization? I’m guessing it already hit you all, and I’m guessing that you’re making end-of-the-month posts, if you haven’t already. Welp, here’s mine, if I can remember everything that happened.

  • School started. Yay.
  • torture in the form of homework happened as well.
  • I replotted Mirages and Just Come Home.
  • Ever heard of Solid Joys, the devotional John Piper reads on Desiring God? Well, I’ve been listening to it, and also wondering how Christian Hedonism is a thing. *shrugs*
  • I think my charries hacked into my blog once or twice.
  • My charries met Penny Wood’s charries, and now they want to visit Blue Peak. Rats! ( and yes, most of the 98 comments were Penny and I and I’m not sorry in the least. 😛 )
  • A few birthdays happened. (Which means more cake for moi…… *evil laugh*)
  • I had the unique problem where you don’t have writer’s block, but where you just are not writing.
  • I changed up my theme and even added a WIP and Contact page! 😀 GO CHECK IT OUT INSTEAD OF ON THE DRATTED READER.
  •  More tests. Me no like school!
  • A lot of role-play with fellow writer’s and their characters. Very helpful for character developing!
  • I read a bunch of books, two of which I’ll be reviewing. 😀
  • Gracie invited me to join Welcome to Odyssey which means more Odyssey rants for moi!!! YIPPEE!!
  • I stayed somewhat sane by laughing over memes.. also Penny’s memes.
  • I’m so out of it I spelled memes “emems”. Have mercy.
  • I toppled over hearing some shocking plot twists. I have a love/hate relationship with plot twists.
  • For the sake of research only, I watched a court case. Very boring.

And…. yeah, that’s it. Wait, add more AIO, Piano Guys, and Pinterest and you got it right. 😉

*gets distracted looking at different blog posts*

Oh. *stops*

So now that you’ve skipped past the boring aspects of my life, which is my whole life in general, congrats! You just got to the even more boring part of this boring post, the playing favorites part! *cheers*

Favorite Book

Ladies and Gents… this is first time that an alpha read book takes the spotlight here! And that book is…

Casey Newman's Guide To Being Funny by Penny  Wood

Casey Newman’s Guide To Being Funny (Even When Your Life Stinks)!
Casey Newman’s life really does stink. His man-child uncle moved in with his duck breeding business, his dad was shipped off to Iran for his work in the military, and did I mention? Casey just went blind due to a serious medical condition. But Casey is determined to become a stand up comedian, even in the middle of this tragedy. But with Casey’s outrageous sense of humor, his idiot best friend Riley, sassy big sister Jules, and the new friend he may have found in an instructor, things don’t have much time to get dull! Maybe they’ll all learn why laughter is sometimes the best way we can heal.
I’ma just say this now, Penny Wood is an awesome writer. And in my opinion, there’s no reason why it shouldn’t be my favorite book this month, cause it is. I loved the small town feel, the Star Wars references. I died laughing. 😛
Now, unlike other books so far here, you can’t just read it. Sorry. But you can go over to Penny’s blog and pledge your loyalty to the Force and Finnrey. 🙂


Favorite Song

I’d be dead if it weren’t for awesome songs to listen to. So my favorite this month?

“Got no books to speak of, so, it’s a hard knock road we goooo…”

Okay, fooled ya, that’s my second favorite. XD I’ve vowed to learn it on the violin. So my top top favorite?

I’m sure you all know that Andrew Peterson is one of my favorite singer-songwriters. So imagine my reaction when I learned his daughter Skye Peterson’s getting in to the song-writing business too? out of all her songs, Tell Me Again is one of my favorites. Ever.

Favorite Quote

Y’all are gonna hate me for putting yet another AIO reference, but I’m not playing. This quote is my favorite for a very important reason.

Jack Allen's wisdom.❤️ #RIPAlanYoung #AIOquotes
 *looks triumphantly at you*


Thus concludes for this month, the favorites. Goodbye.

What can you be looking forward to in October?

  • Colder weather and fall pictures
  • a serial story or two
  • something special that I won’t say right now


Hope you kinda enjoyed that random weird update and recap on September! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have the secret thing to work. 😉

Have a great Saturday!

Life Update: It’s All Normal, Charlie Brown.



Today is one of those days where everything that’s happened happened exactly the same as it did yesterday, and it’s like it repeats repeats itself and it’s very monotone.

But it’s been good. 😀 So, here’s life lately.


Let’s see, the other week I made some brookies (brownies + cookies).. and got teased for taking professional pictures of it. 😛 Hey, it’s what I do.


       The actual pan of brookies turned out being an epic fail.


 ^ They aren’t round, they’re as square as that formula I had to memorize for my geometry quiz. *fumes* XD It tasted delicious, though, so in the end it was definitely worth it.

  Last week we celebrated a birthday with some chocolate cake (more chocolate! :D) and history homework.


   Speaking of history homework, all I can gather from that was that Louis IV was a cinnamon roll and was a great king that today’s leaders could take a cue from, King John was as much a loser in real life as he was in Robin Hood, and poor kings’ sisters were married off to gain alliances with other countries. Hm. Y’know, this would made a good story, about a princess who DIDN’T get into an arranged marriage… I oughta write that down one day, when I’m not busy.


     The sky is nice and sunny today, which is a nice change from the dreariness of the previous days. If it just rained, it wouldn’t be so bad, but no. No rain. Hmph.


I actually made a WIP page for this here blog! 😀 It’ll take me a while to actually fill it out, you understand. Small Town’s been renamed Just Come Home, and hopefully I can write the next chapter after school.. we’ll see. 😉 I’ve kinda been a bit distracted listening to *cough cough* Something Old, Something New. O_O WAAA- that was unexpected.

As you may guess, yep, I’ve been listening and ranting about AIO again, and with good reason. *nods* Just one more Saturday til Album 65 is out, people! *squeals* *stops squealing* Oh yeah, I may or may not have mentioned that my AIO craziness and I will be showing up regularly on Welcome To Odyssey, Gracie @ Through The Eyes Of Gracie’s fan blog for AIO. So yes, I’m a confirmed fangirl. Beware. But hey, if you’re into AIO, check it out! 😀


Yes, that’s Leo Tolstoy’s War And Peace you see over there… I wonder if I can finish it next year?


I’ve enjoyed a lot of The Piano Guys’ music, because as we all know I am not sane unless I have headphones on or a violin in my hand, and I got the rest of my family to get into it too. Bwhahahaa… Me & My Cello and Rewrite The Stars are quickly becoming favorites.


Snippie Time! Cause y’all like snippies, right?


If you keep walking past the bent elm tree, up the hill, and left of the arrow in the rock (yes, that’s supposedly famous) one way or another, you’ll see the nicest mansion this side of the county line. It’s literally a white house, with giant white columns standing on either side of a sharp black door with what looked like gold handles, black gables, and huge oak trees on the property. It’s beautiful.

Wonderful, keep walking, it’s not my home.


What was the point of this post? To be honest, it was a pointless as Wooton’s Broken Pencil Show, but that my dears, is a recap of my life so far. 😀 Have a great day folks!

I’ve Been Tagged! The Get To Know You Tag

 I guess I better start running faster, hm? xD Hi, y’all, and happy Saturday!

 As you can see, I’ve been tagged.

Link back to the person who created the tag: Savannah
Thank the person that tagged you: Anna & Pearl
Share the tag graphic below: well, above, but hey, it’s there!
Tag 11 other bloggers: *squints at this* Maybe.


Names: Jo
Nicknames: Okay, well guess what? Jo IS my nickname. 😛 I have also been called Jo-Jo, Jin-Jin, Joey, GoJo (*glares at Tess and Madi*) and Jonah. Don’t ask. Oh, and according to a 4 year old, I can’t be Elsa, so I’m Anna. *shrugs*

Hair Color and Length:
Darkish brown hair that glints mahogany and reaches my back. Kinda.

Eye Color: A decidedly brown shade, but I like to think the edges are tinged with grey.

Braces/Piercings/Tattoos: Nope, nada, none.
Righty or Lefty: Both, actually. Mostly lefty, though.
Ethnicity: Primarily Filipino, but there’s more than that, I’m sure. 😀

Novel Written:
My first novel written would be Just Come Home, which has been given so many other names in the past it’s no use to keep track of em all.

Novel Completed: Er, not even close. I’m hoping to finish this year.
Award for Writing: I won tenth place in a poetry contest, but let’s be honest, that’s nothing.

Publication: Nothing so far.
Conference: Nadda, nothing, nope!
Query/Pitch: 😉 Wouldn’t you like to know..


Novel (That You Wrote): How dast you make me choose!! Maybe.. uh…Mirages, probably. 😛
Genre: Hm, I like historical fiction (like Tom Sawyer) and real life (The Mother Daughter Book Club) But I love em all, it’s hard to pick!

Authors: Ahh, okay, the classics. C.S. Lewis, J.R.R Tolkien, Lucy Maude Montgomery, Louisa May Alcott, Mark Twain, Phil Lollar, Kathy Buchanan, and a bunch more. XD

Writing Music:
Most anything The Piano Guys, Simply Three, One Voice Children’s Choir, and movie soundtracks/songs.
Time to Write:
Anytime is a time to write! Like, whenever and where ever. 😛
Writing Snack/Drink:
Bacon crumbles, ice cream, brownies, anything that’s good. XD Ooh, I like slushies while I work.
*rubs hands evilly* The Greatest Showman, Brave, Lord Of The Rings, The Avengers, and Warhorse. MA HEART!! Oh, and Dunkirk. The list can go on and on.
Writing Memory:
I remember first writing a story I have long forgotten the name of about a girl who lives on the streets, tossing the paper away, and my sister finding it, reading it, and telling me for a 7 year old, it was good. 😀
Childhood Books: Abeka Book Readers, Chronicles of Narnia, The Hobbit, and A Series Of Unfortunate Events.


Currently Reading:
Geography 9, Excursions In Literature, North! Or Be Eaten, K.M Weiland’s stuff, and The Rose And The Balloon
XD XD Just Come Home; Donut Trees, a short story I’m hoping to submit to a local magazine, Skirt Girl & The Hockey Rink, and some fanfiction. 😛

Listening to:

   The Piano Guys, Symphony by Clean Bandit, Something Just Like This by Iforgotwhobutthankyou :P, Tell Me Again by Skye Peterson, and Well Done by The Afters (YES THEY RELEASED A NEW SINGLE EEEP!)

my wonderful desk… that I never write on. 😛

Want to be published?
100 % YES! I’m waiting, and praying, and working toward that.

Indie or Traditional?
Er, Indie for the most part, but I’d be totally fine with traditional.

Wildest goal?

Ohhh boy, you wanna go there? Okay then. I want to publish a book, travel North America cross country with all my earthly possessions in a pickup truck, go to California and see of Adventures In Odyssey need a voice actor, then go to Colorado and see if AIO needs a writer, then visit all my blogger friends and go to Bible Bee.



Now… on who shall I bestow the honor of doing this tag?

Tess @ Steeplechase

Emmie @ Write Away

 Yay! Two! Okay, me done. Me go write. Goodbye.

Actually, no I’m not! XD Keep an eye out for some upcoming things… I’d tell you now, but I’ll be mean and keep my fingers from typing more. 😉




Grandpa Dom: A Man With A Heart Of Gold

I had walked into the kitchen to take the brookies (brownies+ cookies= the best thing ever made so far) out of the oven when I noticed the big juicy cherry tomatoes on the sink table, waiting, to be washed.

 “Hey, Mom, where did we get the cherry tomatoes? They’re gorgeous.” (Yes, I can call tomatoes gorgeous. You understand.)

 Mom absentmindedly waved her hands as she grabbed the bowl of tomatoes. “Oh the C’s had a good harvest..” and here I froze.

 “The C’s? They’re still..”


 To understand, let me tell you about a man I’ll call Grandpa Dom.

   I was 9 years old when I first met him, sitting on an old rocking chair out on the front porch of the C’s rental basement, enjoying the bright and sunny weather. He quickly introduced himself; he was Grandpa Dom, he came from the Philippines to be with his family, he was a proud grandpa to a number of kids, and he’d see me at church tomorrow.

 I politely waved and moved on.

  True to his word, Grandpa Dom and Tita Vi came to church, and they quickly became everyone’s grandparents. Grandpa Dom was a quiet, weathered, serious yet joyful man. If Grandpa Dom smiled, you couldn’t help but smile back. We kids soon learned we could talk to him about anything, because if he asked you something, you’d better answer or else. I suppose it had to do with the fact he served in the Philippine military; he knew how to command respect. But never in the harsh general type way. That wasn’t Grandpa Dom.

He loved gardening. I found this out going to the C residence many times for praise and worship practices, VBS, Bible studies, you name it. The windowsill was lined with pots holding tall plants I wish I knew the name of.

“Your Grandpa Dom,” Tita Vi said proudly, “he has such a- what’s the Canadian word? Green palms?” Green thumbs he sure had, growing tomatoes and flowers and lettuce and a bunch more I wasn’t around to eat. He’d said if I ever want to start a garden, he’d have all sorts of tips for me. I stored this away for future use. I shoulda known.

Grandpa Dom was someone you counted on being there. That was who he was. At church he’d sneak his grandkids money to buy chocolate almonds, telling the rest of us to keep quiet and we’d get some. Vacation Bible School he’d offer whoever was inside some ice cream, giddy with trusting us with his secret stash of frozen treats. During the service you just had to look behind you, and he’d be singing with everyone else. He’d make special things for church camps, cheering as everyone dramatically failed at his designs. One of his favorite things to do was gently tug on my ear, then look all innocent as I made a show of looking for the suspect.

His too-wide smile definitely gave it away.

Waiting in line for the church potluck, he’d strike a conversation with anyone who was interested. I wish I overcame my slight fear of him and talked to him more, though. He was friendly. Grandpa Dom could make the toughest of us open up. He applauded at the homemade slingshot I made, and would randomly give me advice on pruning. I always told myself ‘next time’. I was wrong.

He and Tita Vi left back for the Philippines, promising they’d enjoy, and come back, and have plenty of souvenirs. And they did.

But Grandpa Dom didn’t come back the same. Nobody noticed his tired eyes, that he got sick more often, that he would have to stay at home more. I wish we did. Grandpa Dom had heart problems.

He and Tita Vi flew back again to the Philippines to treat his heart, again promising they’d come back.

“Dad, he’s-” I asked once. “Oh, no. Don’t worry.” I knew he’d come back, and when he did I’d ask him about the best way to plant a bell pepper seed.  Life would be normal.

 On a mundane summer day, my mom got a call.

Grandpa Dom went home to heaven.

The days after- they just weren’t the same. The church threw a garage sale to help make ends meet, selling the same rocking chair Grandpa Dom sat in when I met him. His flowers slowly withered, like we all did.

       I grabbed the pan of brookies and set it on the stovetop.

       Like the cherry tomatoes, Grandpa Dom’s memory will always be bittersweet for me. It’s sweet because I’m glad I got to know him. And it’s bitter because I wish I got to know him better.

It’s also sweet because I know I’ll get to see him again, one day, where the Son shines brightly. 




 I debated with myself for the longest time over whether I should write this down or not. Ultimately I knew Grandpa Dom’s legacy of kindness deserved to be told, and you should know that he was a man with a heart of gold.




A Sunday In The Life Of A PK (or a CP PK, at least.)

DISCLAIMER: NOT OUR CAR. Cause if we did do this, it’d be a lot longer. 😛

*CPPK= church planter pastor’s kid

7:00 AM– wake up to an alarm that’s been snoozed twice already, whack the screen and fall back asleep, only to have the door swung wide open and the lights turned on.

“It’s Sunday.” announces Mom. Fall out of the top part of the rickety bunk bed and land on the pile of laundry you swore you’d fold.

“Sa wakas, (at last), it’s finished, now plug in that printer,” is heard from the other room. “Please tell me you do have something ready to wear?” Mom asks. You nod and look at the semi-wrinkled shirts around you, grabbing the closest thing. Nope, no Blue Jays shirts to church. Nice shade of blue though.



8:00 AM– Get a half up, half down thing going on with your hair and gracefully trip over your violin. Poke your head in the guys’ room and ask if they’d just hurry up. Get promptly kicked out and left to print the remaining programs. Sneak some carrot cake that was supposed to be for church. Well, in your defense, you are a part of the church, amirite or amirite?

“Don’t give me that smile,” Mom warns jokingly in the front seat of the car. Settle down and get back to sleep for the 30 minute drive into somewhat open country and somewhat closed city. Wake up as the car turns past M&M Market and Wimpy’s (closed for the day) Diner, and past the basketball court they fixed a month ago.


9:00 AM– Pull into the parking lot and get outta that car and start hauling the heavy stuff from the car to the stairs, from the stairs to the room and don’t forget your Bible. Go back up and wait for the transit bus to pull up. Greet Ms. A and her bus driver and push her wheelchair up the ramp, assuring Ms. A that you are more than capable to push her all the way down. Get her safely with Mom and start practicing violin until everyone else comes in, switching from “Standing On The Promises” to “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” if need be.


10:00 AM– Settle down on the floor as Sunday School starts. You’d sit down if it weren’t for the bright eyed child toddling over, smile widening as your camera shutter clicks. Snatch bits and pieces of The Stranger From Emmaus. Wait for the announcements to be read so the rest of the service can start.

“No, it’s not Jacob who has a birthday this week! I printed it!” Chuckles echo from around the room. Get up and read the Call To Worship, mirth giving way to respect. Rosin your bow and take your place, preparing to lead worship to the One who deserves it all. Resist the urge to say something as the worship leader urges everyone to sing, saying “Heaven hears us when our voices are loud.” Give in.

“Show me that in scripture!” Another round of chuckles.

The piano plays and worship is led. Switch between fiddling and playing classical, and try not to smile as a toddler dashes for her dad singing in the front. The last song is sung and you sit back down.

“You do have the supply bag for the kids this time, right??” Wince and ask your brother to get it from the car.


11:00 AM– Get the all-too-eager group of kids and take them to the spare room. Lay down the rules: No parties in the dark, even if you have light up Skechers; no pretend operating with scissors if you want to stay; and no PJ Masks in church. And under no circumstances, EVER, are you to touch that. EVER.

“I wanna race!” cries a hyper 5 year old. Your brother silently drops off the supply bag and gives you a thumbs-up. He leaves before you can pull off your “halp meh” face.

You pray with your co-worker and friend that maybe this time, just this time, you can capture the kids’ attention and help bring God’s Word to life for them.


12:00 PM– Nobody can say you didn’t try. But an hour of a round of cartwheels, races, piggy backs, one timeout, some shoes missing, fake money, and dancing later, really all you did was mention “Zach the tax collector who climbed the sick tree”. Sigh in frustration as you look for a missing kid.

“Yikes, I think we missed the ending.”  Race to clean up and put shoes on a protesting girl and see if you did.

You did. But you were right on time for the refreshments. Some more carrot cake can’t hurt. Greet Mark a happy birthday. Get convinced into giving another piggy back and get choked. Load the piano into the waiting van and walk back in the heat.


1:00 PM– Wait for Ms. A’s bus to come so you all can go home and rest. It came late. Stare out the window, music blasting in your ears, thanking God for the little blessings that came today. Beg for AC because it is nothing but hot. Fall asleep in the car.

Then jolt awake making a mental note that you must get paper for the kids to draw on or lose complete sanity.


The Rest Of The Day- “Mom, where are the canned peaches??” “We finished them yesterday.” “Aw.”


NECESSARY DISCLAIMER: This doesn’t reflect PKs in general, but rather on one specific one. Not all PKs help with Sunday School or steal carrot cake, so I don’t wanna have y’all thinking that!

Weekend Ramblings & Random Photography

I’m right on track on my nonexistent schedule! 😀 Hiya, everybody! How has the world been?

*gets distracted by Pinterest and Carrie Underwood’s Temporary Home*

Anyway, school has kinda slowed down for the weekend, thank goodness, because another day of studying the Khans and I’da completely lost my mind. Oh wait, I have already.

Before I begin though,  I’d also like to ask y’all to pray for the Carolinas, and for those of us who are in those states. Right now they’re being slammed by Hurricane Florence, and the damage is serious. Please keep em in your prayers! 

‘Kay, here’s some random photography.


Today I did a lot of what Jay Smouse would call, “my sweet nothing”. While I wish I did some more productive things today, sometimes it’s good to just rest.. and maybe not spend too much time on Pinterest… But I did take some pictures of guitars!

*whispers* Pathetic. Just pathetic.


And of hands…


And of a watch..


I am kinda ashamed of this next picture. My focus is completely off, rats! 😛 Oh well. More practice.



Let me ramble about this next picture okay? So, once at a Christmas party there was a game that got a group of people and made them say “hooray!” after someone said “hip hip!” It was pretty intense, and there were all sorts of variations. My brother somehow managed to win the hour long game and took home this as a prize.



Pure randomness up ahead. –>


Yep. That’s an ancient artifact of Adventures In Odyssey, which you all knew I was gonna bring up one way or another. XD It’s pretty obvious that this is my main fandom, and… I’d link you the guest post Gracie let me do on Welcome to Odyssey, but *gulp* That could mean revealing deep dark secrets.. so go look it for yourself. 😛 Odyssey’s really made things a lot cheerier at the end of a hard day, and one days like today, I do on AIOWiki what normal people do on Netflix: binge.  *quickly deletes The Labyrinth pt. 1, 2, 3, Mistaken For Good, and Fathers And Sons tabs*

Okay, wait though. Father’s and Sons is one of the best episodes I’ve heard in a while. MA HEART MA HEART I NEEDED THIS. AHH

Wait! Don’t leave yet! I promise I’ll stop geeking out about AIO for this post!

Um. I think this is it.

Ooh, I did do some outlining for Mirages, actual outlining. 😀 I feel super proud. Just tell me to write sometime.

Okay, this is actually it. XD Have a great night and a great Sunday! And as Whit told Monty, “rest!” 🙂

(Yeah, but Monty fell out of a falling plane, escaped from the hospti- okay, okay I’m gone!)

The Day After 9/11

On this day 17 years ago, America- and the world- was still getting over the shock of what happened just one day ago.

Just one day ago, people were breathing. They went to work, they were going places. And now, just like that, they were gone.

The majority of the people reading this are kids. We don’t know what it was like, we can’t remember how terrible it was. All we have are stories.

Like how people raced home to be with their families, even if it wasn’t their country that was being hit. Like how one little boy would watch the aftermath, live, and for weeks stare out of the window, waiting for planes to come. Like how despite all the rubble there was a cross standing, made from wreckage.

For many of us, it’s just another day.

Maybe take a moment to remember the brave firefighters and first responders that came in when people were dying and fought when all was lost. Maybe remember that people fought for the safety and freedom we enjoy now. Maybe realize that everywhere, from everything that’s happened, people are hurting. Maybe know that God was there, and in ways we can’t understand, is here for us.

Then today won’t just be the day after 9/11.

P.S. I know this video was clearly geared for little kids, but take a look anyway?

Life Update: Tell Me It’s Saturday Already.

Dear life,

What on earth have I done to you that you have to move so quickly?? 

 Slow down a little, let me catch my breath, why dontcha? 




If anyone knows life’s address, please send it to me.

In the meanwhile, I’ll be doing my best to keep up.

Anyhoo, *pulls chair up* how is everyone doing? Other than trying to survive in school. Everybody is dying, amirite or amirite? Here, I have memes for that.



I’m actually doing…. great.

It’s sunny today. Yesterday it was raining. That’s a good thing.

Schoolwise? I FOUND MY TWO FOLDERS YIPPEE! And I’m learning, it’s great. I’m getting homework done. Not much to complain. *ignores two big tests tomorrow and the assignment due today*

Photographywise? Uh, not much to report here. There’s nothing. Nada. Zilch. Nothing new under the sun! Nothing.

Writingwise? In all honesty, it is pitiful. I haven’t touched any of my WIPs in weeks. No new stuff. At all. Nothing. Blame school. And blame the fact that I have homework. What’s the point, I’m already in my home. *shrugs*

But, I did get some worldbuilding and character arcing done, so as petty as that is, I did it.

How am I gonna survive NaNo??


Let’s just admit that this is me.

Fandomwise? Ooh, that’s doing very very well. *grins evilly*  It would be too long to talk about it, but let’s just say it has a bunch to do with stars and Labryinths and ultimate cliffhangers, and if anybody gets my references COME GEEK OUT WITH ME!

So overall, I’m okay.

I have to be holding a violin bow all the time. If not a bow, a guitar. If not a guitar, a pen. If not a pen, all sanity is chucked out the window, and that’s a looooong drop. XD


I’m very okay.

How are you guys dying? I’d love to know. In the meantime, I’ma be strumming on my tiny guitar. See ya.





Labor Day (What I did, where I went, and why the name is deceptive)


It’s 11:01 pm. I should be asleep. I could use more sleep. In fact, I am dead. From school of course. Why am I writing a blog post?

*glares* Cause I can. Don’t judge.

Labor Day is deceptive.  YOU DON’T DO LABOR ON LABOR DAY. Why. It should be renamed. ‘Appreciation Of Labor Day’, how does that sound?

Anyway, regardless, it was a break. Yay! For me and my folks, we got to do cool stuff like driving to Toronto and seeing the sights.


Yeah, ignore the graffiti. Toronto ain’t all neat and dandy. We’ve got a lot of things going on here.

(I say we, 😛 The traffic on our already long way to get here is tiring.)

Anyhoo, I’m a photographer. I capture what I see. So.. uh… here you go.


That motorcycle looks so cool, I wanted to ride it. *nods*


Toronto is BIG. Huge. You could spend a week here and still not see everything. The types of houses vary from street to street. This street, called Beaches, has really colorful matchbox houses. Some even looked like log cabins. Whaddya know.


The sign on the last door is a sentiment shared by many Canadians far and wide, if you were wondering. 😉

Most of this was taken from a car window. There is zero parking space in Toronto, guys. If you wanted to tour the place, be prepared to walk. It’s crowded here.


For this somewhat suburban kid, this was fascinating. There was so much little things to see. It was really narrow. The streets, the buildings, the bikes.


Hi, random motorbike person. Thanks for letting me photograph ya.

Okay, peeps. Downtown is going down.


This is Toronto. And that is the CN tower. I gotta figure out a way to get into the restaurant up there. It’s tall. It’s very tall. Oh, and that’s the Rogers Center. We have a thing for baseball. (Go, Jays!!! Please actually win or something.)

It was also very much traffic so go early if you wanna stop and take it all in.


Ooh! Okay, so there’s a cool story behind this.

Those planes are the Canadian Snowbirds. That is an airshow they were putting at the CNE. Ever been? Neither have I, but I heard it’s a cool place. It’s one big fair or something. Anyway, while it cost money to get in the CNE, it doesn’t cost a penny to see the airshow. (I mean, they couldn’t charge us for it if they wanted to, it was an airshow after all.) It was spectacular. The planes did all sorts of loops and turns, and two planes even formed a heart with their contrails.

Was it awesome? Oh yeah. Made being stuck in the car absolutely worth it. Just made me wish I had a zoom lens.

The funny thing is if I wasn’t listening to the radio as I watched I would never have guessed that was an airshow. XD


^ A rare glimpse of the CNE.

Then it was lake photography, which was really relaxing.


There’s something about the lake. You can stare at it for a good half-hour and still not be bored. There’s this calming thing about the blue, the waves. And there’s this want to see what’s on the other side of the horizon. The adventure and looking for the unknown thing kicks in.

Deep musing thoughts over. XD


Toronto’s interesting. It’s extremely diverse, and it’s as city as city goes, but I woulda never expected to be able to go fishing. How cool is that? Fishing. In a city. I’m trying that next time I come here. Some kids did try catching some fish and I was tempted to yell out, “Hope you catch something!” but didn’t want to look weirder than I already was.

If you need to know, I was walking around with a giant camera in hand. Need I say more?

But I quickly gave that up to swing on the monkey bars.

It was a great Labor Day.

I miss it.

The labor started after Labor Day.

And now I’m sleepy. Glad you stuck through it til the end!