For The Rare Who Care, A Tiny Update (with pictures) (I heard those make these kinda things more interesting)

Alright, let’s see how far I’l go before the internet goes. This should be fun. *sighs* I kid you not, I spent, legit 30 seconds trying to plug in my USB. 30. seconds. Hello from the land of writing, adrenaline, and algebra. I’m tired, it’s nice to meet you. “Surprisingly, all of these teachers-  fromContinue reading “For The Rare Who Care, A Tiny Update (with pictures) (I heard those make these kinda things more interesting)”

In Which I Write A Blog Post In My Journal (Or a journal entry on my blog…)

Deery,   I has redeemed myself. And it is quite the nice feeling to redeem yourself, lemme tell ya.  Mom cut back my curfew to 9 pm, deery. 9. Stinking. PM. WHY. 😥 she says it’s to make sure my mind is properly rested, but I think it’s unfair, I do.  Although, if I’m gonna beContinue reading “In Which I Write A Blog Post In My Journal (Or a journal entry on my blog…)”

Back Again, An Explanation

I saw Jo stab the ancient 1994 modem with her usb, eyes flashing. She blew the dust off the old keyboard and started typing. I grinned. Jo was back! Doing her whole torturing of my poor sis- ZEKE STOP MESSING AROUND ON MY BLOG. But JOOOOOO I haven’t been on here since like, October! AndContinue reading “Back Again, An Explanation”

It Isn’t The End (Never Is, I’m Just Being Dramatic Per Norm)

  This is where we’re at, people. Mondays are hard, math is brutal, and people can be jerks. It’s not even Monday anymore. smh Today is just one of those days that you want to end as quickly as possible. Work has gotten 10 times stressful, the people who I’m supposed to be collaborating with endedContinue reading “It Isn’t The End (Never Is, I’m Just Being Dramatic Per Norm)”

March Is Tomorrow *panics, flails, and ultimately dies*

Okay, I swear, I only looked at Pinterest for all of two hours! Per week. heh. Where has the time gone? I have zero clue. Swoosh, bye, gone it went and February 2019 has gone to the ages. It’s been a good month, it really has. School has successfully managed to kill me, so there’sContinue reading “March Is Tomorrow *panics, flails, and ultimately dies*”

Flipping Burgers Is A Noble Profession

We were talking about this article, my brother and dad and I, that talked about this lady who had been working on McDonald’s for over like… 20+ years? Don’t really remember- but she was in her late 90s, and she’d been one of McDonalds’ longest workers- which is really impressive. But I’m ashamed to sayContinue reading “Flipping Burgers Is A Noble Profession”

Even The Sky Cries

She couldn’t stop herself, and truth be told, she was glad for it. Even if they looked at the one tear rolling down her cheek with disdain. “You can cry all you want, but it doesn’t really matter,” they said. Her eyes narrowed, and the light from above glinted  like fire. “One tear is allContinue reading “Even The Sky Cries”

January’s Over And I Dunno How

Yup, I’m still trying to figure how that happened too. But 31 days have passed with the blink of an eye and we’re fully stuck in 2019. It’s been an interesting month, that’s for sure. We welcomed the New Year the proper way: getting two big bags of popcorn and watching Lord Of The Rings. IContinue reading “January’s Over And I Dunno How”

*gasp* A Blog Tour! You Don’t Say! The Daily Life Of Hailey Grace blog tour: interview with the author!

 Happy last day of January, everyone! It’s the 31st day of the year. Can you believe that? Cause, no, I can’t. It seriously feels like I was still binging on The Two Towers ridiculously late at night, and now, here we are. Doing a blog post. I’m honored to be one of the last inContinue reading “*gasp* A Blog Tour! You Don’t Say! The Daily Life Of Hailey Grace blog tour: interview with the author!”

I Call Myself A Writer

Today, or at least this month, marks an entire year I started to write seriously. One year of looking at screens and seeing my story come to life. One year of playlists. One year of bacon crumbles. One full year since Gale Darn became Gale Darn. One year of hopelessly wanting to meet characters. OneContinue reading “I Call Myself A Writer”