I made this for my brother as a Christmas gift. He loved it! I was so happy because this was the third pattern, and attempt, at making it. Turns out, not a whole lot of people make obscure SyFy channel movie plushies.

Early Birthday!

So my birthday is officially in about a week! It's on December 17th~ My amazing boyfriend allowed me to pick out my gifts already. I am so excited to try out my new watercolors and read Return To the Big Fancy by Freeman Hall!

In related news, I went to check the mail and the mailman and SHOVED Freeman Hall's lovely sequel into the tiny mail box. That mailman is lucky that I ordered the hard cover! D:

I have so many projects to do for Christmas. (not to mention editing the LAST TIME my novel for Amazon's Breakthrough Novel Award!) I always love making gifts for the holidays, I just hope that I finish them in time!

ABNA here I come!

Amazon's Breakthrough Novel Award is right around the corner! They've changed things up this year, which means there are more chances for winners! That's pretty amazing. Too bad I decided to rewrite my entire first half of my novel! Can she do it!?!?!

Ahhhhhhhh! Plus I have mid-terms and present making to do. Holy crap WHAT HAVE I DONE!?

Rewrites

You know, I kind of love rewrites. It allows me to make my story the best it possibly can be and allows me to discover new parts of the story that I didn't think of before. I'm going to work on rewriting the first part of my Science Fiction Mystery entitled Go Back to Sleep.

Wish me luck and fairy dust!

Why I write

I knew that I wanted to be a writer when I first watched The Wizard of Oz. I don't know what it was about that movie but it sparked my imagination in a way nothing up until that point had. I was around ten years old at the time and it changed my life. I always have had this crazy imagination that allows me to see things in a way no one else sees them. This was extremely hard to deal with growing up because kids pick on the "weird" ones. I thought that having my imagination was a terrible thing for a very, very long time. Because of the way people treated me, I lost my way. I forgot about my passion for creating stories. I forgot about who I was--about who I was BORN to be. I was made with a way to see the world NO ONE else could see it. I had a gift.

Tell that to everyone who picked on me, though; they don't care about that stuff. I even felt ostracized from my family for a time. It seemed to me that nobody "got" me. But then something happened. It felt like I woke up from a nightmare and realized that I needed to tell everyone who didn't believe in me to go die in a fire. I knew who I was and I knew what my passion was. It was everyone else who was lost.

From that day on, I vowed to relearn what made me happy and go full force to that dream. There are times when my old self comes back to haunt me and tell me that I will never have my dreams come true. But now, instead of giving in and letting my negative self take over, I concentrate on something else. I get passionate about my stories and want to make them the best that they can be.

It has been hard for me personally because I felt like I was shunned in a sense for so long. I am lucky to have an amazing boyfriend who encourages me to keep on going. He is truly what helps me keep pushing my dream. It is hard to say that I think I am a great writer because I don't know if that's true. All I know is that I am passionate about it and will continue to hope and dream. I only hope that my stories can be shared with the world one day and that I will finally be understood.

That is why I write. Not because I want to be famous. Not because I want my story to be made into a movie. But because the inspiration of a muse runs through my veins and screams to be let out. It is the least I can do to let that muse scream.

Chardash Adventures

My boyfriend and I like to read comic books together. Because I am a faster reader then he is, I started to make up voices of the characters while I waited for him to finish. The result is this:

Youtube!

Cats

       Got a new fiber optic Christmas tree the other day. The cats decided it looked good enough to eat, so they started chewing on it. The evidence is pretty overwhelming. There was cat puke with tiny, plastic, Christmas tree leaves in it. Yeah, I know you ate the Christmas tree, cat.

       You would think that the whole throwing up thing would deter the cat from attempting to eat the tree again, right? Well, you'd be wrong. Hope you're proud of yourself.