Guest Post by June

Hello! I'm June from A Curious Pisces and thank you Rose for letting me share a wonderful book on a wonderful blog. :) Today I'm going to share a book that I just read. so I guess... a book review.

Mr. terupt falls again.
{ This book is the companion to because of Mr. terupt
We are back with Mr. terupt. 6th class and changes are happening. Peter's parents want is to be Peter's last year. Alexia jumps in with some high school kids. Danielle finds out some farm secrets. Jeffrey makes a new friend and brings the family back. Jessica and Anna find out some of Mr. terupt secrets. While Luke plays detective. Find out in Mr. terupt falls again.

So I hope you enjoy and check out the book. I hope to write to you guys again.


{ the photo is not mine please share with care }

Guest Post by Bethan

Hey there! It's Bethan from Think. Read. Write. Dream.

The beautiful Rose was kind enough to let me guest post on her amazing blog - which is such an honour! I'll start with a little about myself. :)

I'm 14 years old, with curly brown hair, eyes that don't really have a specific colour and very pale skin. I'm also really small... I'm right-handed, a bit socially awkward, a perfectionist and a tiny bit crazy. I am a Christian that loves reading, writing, blogging and drawing. I've wanted to be a writer since I was really young and am always daydreaming. I love to play the piano, and have just passed my Grade 4 exam.

If you enjoy this guest post, you can head over to my blog where I post book hauls, occasional tags and awards, quite a few of my writings and a little bit of randomness (okay.. a lot of randomness.)

Here's a little taste of my writings. I hope you enjoy. :)

The sky is dark with grey clouds and I hear a faint rumbling coming from above. The rain will start soon. I need to get under cover. I re-adjust the bag strap on my shoulder, causing the satchel to bump against my thigh. It's heavy, filled with boxes of hair dye, different pairs of glasses, several sets of clothes and shoes, a variety of makeup and contact lenses for each eye colour. Everything in the bag is different. Different colours, different shapes and sizes, different styles.

The wind is cold today. It's harsh and cruel, unlike yesterday's light summer breeze that cooled my hot cheeks and brushed my hair away from my face in a gentle caress.

Yesterday, I was a petite girl, with straight blonde hair and blue eyes. I wore a colourful dress and shoes with bows. I had pink lips, rosy cheeks and gold eye shadow to bring out my eyes. My nails were long and fake, painted a pastel blue.

Today, I am tall, the heels inside my black trainers hidden. I have wavy brown hair and grey eyes, hidden behind huge glasses. I wear a minimal amount of makeup, a deep red lipstick and a smudge of eyeliner all that is noticeable. My nails are short and bitten, drumming a fast beat against my leg. I wear ripped jeans, a plain t-shirt and a dark jacket. I blend in to the grey setting, invisible, just like the girl I was yesterday - the same as every other girl walking on the beach.

The ruthless wind presses an escaped curl across my neck like a noose and pushes my hood down. I yank it back up and hold it around my face. I don't think anybody saw me. I quickly glance around before prying the strand of hair off my neck and pushing the fake glasses up my nose. They're a bit too big, but they'll do for now. I just need something to make me look different until I get to the train station. The glasses, plus the dark lipstick, plus the brown hair, are all I need to blend in, to become someone else.

As long as I look nothing like the girl in the posters.

Well, I really hope you liked that. It's just something that came to my head. I'm not sure if I'll use it in anything. But who knows? XD

I really hope you decide to check out my blog! You can also find me on social media. :)

Blog - Think. Read. Write. Dream.

Thanks for reading <3

Guest Post by Elisabeth

im elisabeth, 13 year old girl who lives in the rocky mountains. i am a photographer, dancer and a lover of God. He is the reason that i love photographing the beauty of this earth and the reason i dance.  i try to glorify Him through everything i do. i love sunrises, but am often too sleepy to get up and watch them. i have an obsession with shoes and clothes and editing my photos. i am in love with brownies and tumblr and mint green and coral are some of my favorite colors, along with light grey. i dislike donuts and plain black coffee, but really like sweet coffees from starbucks ;) if you like this guest post then you can follow along with my blog and tumblr too :*  feel free to email me as well if you have any comments!

xx, elisabeth 


photo by my best friend mika 

sunrise in the east 

it was dark, one of those rare occasions when i did get up early enough to see the sun wake up.
we were getting up at five am to hike up a nearby mountain and watch the dawn.
as we drove off i could see venus shining bright in the early morning sky; i could watch the the light of the stars for hours on end and never get tired. as we got to the base of the mountain we saw a big black bear walking right in front of us. I've always kinda liked bears for some reason, but i don't think i would want one following us up the mountain! so we all decided to do a different hike, and one that was a little shorter since we still wanted to catch the first rays of sun. 
i always find it interesting how quiet it is at that time; everything seems to be waiting.
as the clouds started turning from light grey to pink, then lavender, the sun slowly started touching the highest mountains and reaching for the farthest clouds. since you all now know I'm a photographer, then you can probably guess i was taking photos this whole time, but it's also important to put down the camera for a little while and just watch, think, and listen. it feels like you're the only ones awake, and that if you're too loud or too hurried, then it will all fade away.

 pc: mikayla 
 pc: becca 
 pc: mikayla 

i think that God may make sunrises beautiful and so early so that those who care the most, and are willing to lose time in bed, will see the most incredible and glorious thing that they will ever experience. the most incredible experience, that is, until the day when God comes and takes us home: to our real home.

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Psalm 19:1

xx, elisabeth 

Guest post, anyone?

Things have been busy busy busy here for me lately, and because I'm running low on time (and ideas), I was wondering if any of my lovely readers would like to guest post on my blog? If so just comment below, email me, or contact me via contact form.

I can't wait to hear from you! :)

What do you see in the white space?

All white space


(a prompt from my writing camp)

   Nothingness in its prime state.
   Blank, white space, asking to be filled.
   A square of whispering, craving absentness.
   I see something I want to fill in with words and doodles and inspirational nothings. I want to scribble quotes or attempt to draw pictures in that space. I can’t stand that it’s naked and bare, as it is now.
   I see nothing that has the potential to turn and transform into something: bigger, better, bolder.
   And full.

The Beach


I have never been to the beach, so I don't know if I could give you an accurate description of it. I assume it's warm--unless you think going to the beach in the wintertime would be a pleasant event. I also assume it's sandy, and damp. The ocean crashes onto the shore every so often, lulling the tanners to sleep. If you're lucky, I'm sure you'll be able to find a shell that has "captured" that sound, and take it home with you, as token of remembrance.

But is this a cliche description? Is that how all beaches are?

I wish I knew. Perhaps I'll stumble upon the knowledge as I swim through life.

You know, I think I'll add "beach explorer" to my growing collection of creative dreams. I'll explore every beach, travel the world, collecting bits of sand from each one I visit in tiny, separate jars. I'll collect shells too, and different techniques on how to deal with sunburn.\


I shall discover and explore the beach.


The Good & The Bad Of Journaling ~ "Just about every self-help book & expert appearing on daytime talk shows urges some form of journaling as an aid to self-discovery & personal growth. There’s a lot of advice out there about how to journal - some of it good, much of it bad. Outcome research on the benefits of journaling shows mixed results. Sometimes keeping a journal of your thoughts, feelings, & experiences helps, but often it makes things worse." ~ read article in Psychology Today #journal
Feelings are confusing, tangled webs of uncertainty. Because of feelings I feel as though I am limited in action and (verbal) word. Because of feelings I stop myself from doing things, or propel myself into something I know I'll regret.

Feelings regarding others are dangerous. Scary. They can build walls or towers, just as easily as they can knock them down. I never know what someone else might be feeling--I cannot read emotions--and this terrifies me. Because what if I'm reading into it wrong? What if it's a mistake?

What if it blossoms into something unique and exquisite?

(An emotional journal entry. Written on July 21st, 2014.)

The Past

My past is like a dirty window. On the dawning of every new day, I must wipe it clean to remove the staining memories of what has happened to me. It's a ritual I perform so that I may move forward.

Sometimes, though, I run out of Windex, and I'm not able to clean it as well as I wish. The dirt that remains smeared across the glass haunts me. It paralyzes me. The miserable memory that comes with the dirty foregoing plays within me, overtaken head, causing me to relive the pain over and over and over again.

My advice? Stock up on Windex, or form the ability to gratefully forget what has been done to you, and the petty mistakes you have made, so that your soul may become uplifted and free.

Don't tie yourself to your windowsill.

(And always remember to buy Windex in bulk.)

I don't think any of us realize how blessed we are.

Open For Business!

Guess who's finally opened their design shop back up? This girl has! :) When you visit it, you can see it has changed quite a bit. I have made many additions to the site, such as adding a FAQ page, updating my portfolio, AND...charging for my custom orders. Yes, yes, my free designing days are about gone, but that's okay. It's time for me to grow. It's time for this once amateur blog to become a professional business. And it was either start charging, or get a real job (thanks, mom). Since I can sit here and design from the comfort of my home, instead of going through with a complicated and nerve wracking interview or whatever, this option seemed like it would be better for me.

If you are interested in ordering a free template, or custom design, click on over to the new and improved Nicole Rose Designs. I can't wait to hear from you! :)

Six Word Stories [#21] | Psst...

Sketch and doodle! /\|-|

Grab your sketchpad and create something.

+ + +

Psssssst... Check this out (please?).

Tutorial: Accordion Button

Hello there. :) As requested, today I am going to help all you lovely bloggers out with making an accordion button.

An accordion button is when you have a series of titles or links and when you click one, it opens to reveal hidden content. o.o If you need a better example, just check out the bottom of my sidebar, and click on "Copyright", "Search", or "Sponsors". :)

Now to make this lovely little gadget, you'll need to:

1. Log into your blogger account.
2. Select the blog you'd like to add this button to.
3. Go to your blog's Layout, and click "Add a Gadget".
4. Select the "HTML/JavaScript" gadget, and paste the following code into it:

<center><style type="text/css">

#wrapper {
width: 250px;
margin-left: 50;
margin-right: 50;
border-top: 0;
border-bottom: 0;
padding: 5px;
background: #bbb;

.accordionButton {
width: 250px;
float: none;
cursor: pointer;
color: #000000;
padding: 5px;

.accordionContent {
width: 250px;
float: none;
display: none;
background: #fff;
color: #000;
padding: 5px;

<!doctype html public "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Transitional//EN" "">
<script type="text/javascript" src=""> </script>
<script type="text/javascript" src=""> </script>
<div id="wrapper">
<a href=BLOG LINK><div class="accordionButton">Home</div></a>
<div class="accordionButton">
<div class="accordionContent"><p align="center">
Put a little bio or something here. Just tell us about yourself. Customize to your pleasure.</p></div>
<div class="accordionButton">
<div class="accordionContent">
Contact information or links can go here. :)</div>

5. Save and view.

Tada! :) Now if you'd like to customize it:

#wrapper - Changing the CSS in here will change the overall accordion button.

.accordionButton - Changing this CSS will customize the title as well as the outer appearances of the buttons.

.accordionContent - Changing this CSS will control how the innards of the button will look. If you want your bio and contact information to have a red background when opened, you change "#fff" to "red".

BLOG LINK - This is just a simple home link. When someone clicks this, they'll be redirected to the home of your blog.

Button Titles - The text in the light blue tint are the titles of the button. Change these to change the titles.

Content - The text in the magenta is the content of the buttons. When the title is clicked, the button will open up to reveal these words.

I hope I didn't just confuse you further. If you need help, or have any questions, just ask me down below, in the comments. :)

Have a blessed day, and thank you for reading. <3

What are you afraid of?

'Untitled' by Ellie Niemeyer
via pinterest

People scare me. Social situations give me anxiety. Success frightens me. The thought of having everlasting happiness makes me shiver with doubt.

I am afraid of these things. Why? Because they are good. Because they will make things easier. But--if I allow them to, they'll change things. Everything. They'll change me, and my life.

They'll change how I think.

For the longest time, change scared me. I thought I needed to stay the same. I thought I needed to stay afraid. But I can tell you now, as I continue on with my self-discovering journey, that there's nothing to be afraid of. Yes, change is change. Change is new. Change brings experiences. But change is healthy. Change is good.

Spill your fears to me. Tell me, what frightens you?

Liebster Award

Today I am going to participate in a tag. I always feel so honored when someone (A) loves me/my blog enough to tag me and (B) compliments me on the random, outlandish-type compilation that is well, this blog.

Thank you to the lovely Christina from fairy skeletons (wicked awesome blog name by the way) for tagging me. You're a sweet soul whom I haven't talked to much (this will surely change), but from your words I can tell you are simply magnificent, darling. I applaud your existence. :)

This award is a chance for every one who reads it to learn more about me. I hope I don't scare any of you off, because I can be quite...intense...

The rules to this tag are as follows:

+ Post eleven facts about yourself.
+ Answer the eleven questions provided by the person who nominated you and then create an eleven-question set for the next group of nominees.
+ Choose eleven people to nominate and link them in the post.
+ Let your nominees know they've been tagged - and no tag-backs!

First, for some fun facts about moi.

1). I am left-handed. *makes karate chopping action with hand which causes lamp to fall over* Whoopsie. >.<

2). I tend to overwork myself by ordering three stacks of books from the library, accepting twenty blog design orders, giving myself written word goals of 1000 words a day, and then giving myself a deadline such as: Rose you have two weeks to complete all these tasks. Good luck, and don't forget to eat.

3). I don't have a favorite food, but my sister asks me all the time "What's your favorite food?" so I change it everyday, depending on what I'm craving (wow that's random).

4). I am sixteen and a half, and I'm just learning to drive. I could've got my permit a year ago but... I was scared. o.o

5). I love doing these tags because I feel so weird and awkward but I'm expressing myself through these long and annoying and so not purposeful run on sentences. :}

6). I am wait, (almost) patiently, for Mackenzie to come back. *taps foot*

7). I just finished the first draft of my current WIP. That's the third book I've written, guys. Gosh. Oh goodness. Can we have a party, please? (I shared this information with my family at lunch and all I got was "You're such an overachiever." Well, I guess it's better than nothing. :})

8). Sometimes I tend to overlook all the blessings I have. I have a working computer, and private bedroom, wifi, a phone, clothing, food, a loving family. I have you guys, my readers, who are so gosh darn supportive that guilt trips me to think I'm not being as supportive as I could be... Shame on my soul.

9). I just finished Looking for Alaska and I need some help getting my brain to work again. I can't feel my nerve endings. I think I'm in shock.

10). I really, really love dried apricots. <3

11). I love love love love love albinos. Like, insanely love. Just ask me a question in the comments about them so I can recite and proclaim to you my love for them as if I were reading from a thick and educational textbook.

Wow... Those were random and weird. And I don't even see how they really count as being facts. *clears throat* Now, here are my answers to Christina's questions. :)

1). What's your favorite breakfast?

Oh goodness, it's the first question and I'm already stuck. Hmm... I enjoy, oh so immensely, pancake breakfasts. Not the measly kind, but the outdone kind. Like, your whole family is home and your mom puts blueberries into the pancakes and there's bacon and orange juice, and everything just tastes really good because your family is nearby--but not so close as to spill syrup in your hair.

2). What "unattainable" person (i.e., celebrity, fictional character, etc.) do you have a crush on?

Micheal Clifford | Connor Franta | Josh Hutcherson | Justin | Peeta Mellark | Tobias Eaton | Gene | Ethan Wate | Augustus Waters (*quietly sobs*) | Jared | Ian | Zarek | Maxon | Aspen | Erik | Jost | James | David | Zane | Levi | Jace | Broom Boy | Spider | Ford | Park | *gasps for breath* ...and to my biggest and latest love, whom my sister assumes I am to marry, Niall Horan. <3

3). What's a movie (an adaptation, an original movie, whatever!) that you really want to see made, and who would be in the cast?

Erm... Well, I really wanted The Hunger Games to be made into a move, and it was... But now I really want to see The Program + The Treatment, Eleanor & Park, or practically any other book I've ever read, turned into movies. I have no idea who I'd cast for what. But I do know there probably isn't anyone out there who could perfectly, all around portray how I see the characters in my head... Does that make any sense?

4). If you could collaborate on a book with any author, who would it be?

Oh goodness. I don't know. John Green, perhaps? He's awesome and sounds fun to work with and like, if our book collaboration became big I would get to know how it feels to kill a fangirls heart. o_o may be best if I work alone.

5). If you could live in any time in history, where would you go? (Or would you stay in the twenty-first century?)

Thank you so much for asking this question, because I have a great answer to it. Dear readers, I want to go back in time to the 70's, so I can be a hippie with unshaved legs under my spunky bellbottoms (I'm not even kidding).

6).  Do you have a nickname? If you don't, is there a nickname you wish people would call you by?

Yes. My nickname (rather, the name I prefer) is Rose, or Rosie, whichever you prefer. :)

7). Describe yourself in a haiku.

She has many dreams,
Pursuing in abundance,
The numerous goals.

8). Do you have any strange skills that not many people know about?

Oh yes. I have the awesome ability to get stressed out about everything (shhhhh, don't tell anyone).

9). How good are you at keeping secrets?

Amazingly good. I can keep secrets even from myself. o.O

10). What's the most valuable thing you've ever learned from a book?

So many--dare I say, everyone--wants to leave a mark on the world. Something for the future people to gawk at and recognize as something someone so long ago did. This desire gets fueled through us in ripples and tides and cycles. The people of our past made history, so we can do the same.

The reality is, it's not quite like that, and we can't all make an impression because it's overwhelming and things get drowned out by the other things people do. I think we have to learn, or at least acknowledge that what we do may not make a lasting impression on the world, but will surely make an impression on those around you, those whom you spend your days with. The ones you get close to.

It's unsatisfying to make choices and do things based on who what you think other people will see it as. I've learned, ultimately, that you have to do things for you. You have to make choice for yourself, regarding yourself, and not have to worry about the insight of others. Because when you do something for you, you end up happier than you would if you would have made that choice regarding someone else.

This lesson was taught to me through a great magnitude of books, and I hope I've summed it up in a proper and understanding way.

11). Who is your favorite fictional villain?

*attempts to draw self out of philosophical mode* Oh, um... The first thing that comes to mind is President Snow. He likes (white) roses and my name is Rose... (OH MY GOODNESS I AM CONNECTING WITH THE EVILNESS OF PANEM SOMEONE HELP ME.)

That was fun. :P Okay, here are my nominations.

+ Bethan
+ MahnoorApple 
+ Les
+ Tane
+ Eve
+ Celia
+ Madeline
+ Noelle
+ Kayla
+ Rachel
+ And whoever else would like to do this! :)

Questions for my nominees: 

1). If a man in a sombrero walked up to you and stated his poncho was missing, would you help him look for it?
2). Would you rather write without editing (you have the ability to conjure of up the right words in the right order) or edit without writing (you don't have to think of any words, you just have to fix the ones that are already written)?
3). What color is your hair?
4). If you could take six bloggers out to dinner, who would you choose and where would you go?
5). Do you prefer typing on electronics or writing on paper?
6). How many kidneys do you have?
7). Do you like warmer weather or cooler weather better?
8). Do you have a favorite author?
9). Would you consider yourself graceful?
10). Are you left-handed or right-handed?
11). What's your opinion on cheese?

Alright, that's all for now! Thanks for reading this wacky post. :)

xx Nicole Rose

I have so many ideas, and so little time...


I've created a writers group, so I can check that off my list of dream tasks (huzzah!) but now that I've completed one task, I've come to reveal that I have a whole other bunch of ideas to set upon making real, as well.

I want to--oh so badly want to--create a writers support group, in the form of a collaboration blog. Mackenzie and I had considered doing this, but since we haven't talked much lately, I guess... Well, maybe there are some volunteers out there who would like to help me make this idea come to life? Hm? If not, it's alright, I may have to postpone this dream for a (small) while anyway because I am very busy grooming other dreams. Like...

+ My writers group. As mentioned previously, this group is to help me prepare my manuscript for publication, but is very much still in the "forming phase".

+ (The research of) Getting my book(s) published. Gosh guys, this is going to be a lot harder than I thought (did you know an author must do most of the book publication themselves? Talk about scary...), but I am going to pull through! I'll have bestsellers flying off the shelves in no time. ;)

+ My other writing projects. Pft. Did you really think I could only focus on one WIP at a time? Eh, no. That's now how Rosie rolls. ;) I live to overburden and stretch myself by forcing words to transport from thoughts in my brain, to typed words on a screen. (Hey, did you know that first drafts are allowed to be bad? Talk about a time saver.) I have book two to my currently "getting edited" manuscript on the way to the cut-clip-reword process, and I have a stand alone book that I'm very close to wrapping up on as well (I'm so close to the end, I can taste the tears of happy-sadness...).

+ Learning how to drive. My mom says I'm not that bad, but she's not the one who drove the car onto the sidewalk. (Hehe, okay, this is an exaggeration, I promise, so don't freak out on me.)

+ My design blog/business. Wow. Just, wow. Who knew that designing blogs could be a such a time taker? (Uh, you did, Rose.)

+ A TOP SECRET PROJECT I AM SUPER EXCITED ABOUT AND GOSH I SURE HOPE IT WORKS OUT. All I can say is: Those who want to grow in this, will surely thank me. Hopefully.

What about you, m'dears? What are you doing to grow yourselves? What are you doing to bide your time? What are you working on? :)

Thanks or reading. <3

Nicole Rose

PS. I'm pretty sure that
(A) I have a "new found but it's always been there" love for lists, and
(B) a "new found almost turning into a habit" love for parentheses
(oh no! [help me {it's getting worse...}]).

YAWP 2014

Hello! Today's post is dedicated to telling you about the first week of my writing camp. :)

Note: I was going to tell you about each day to day activity, but seeing as how I am referring back to my memory, and not written notes, I've decided just to pour my discombobulated words into this post. Hopefully you will be able to decipher them as you read on.

The first day I was the complete definition of a nervous wreck. I was excited and anxious, because I didn't know anyone and I was so, so ready to learn something new (and so, so ready to write).

The room was buzzing with activity when I stepped in. I was asked to "sign in", make a name tag, then find a seat. The noise of the room was overbearing and I feel as though I stood stupidly in the middle of everything, still trying to figure out what I was supposed to be doing. Eventually, I migrated over to sit down on some random empty seat at a quiet table.

The room slowly settled down, and the camp leaders gave us some information about what was going to happen as the camp went on. It was only three hours long, each weekday, so we could sign up for two "sessions" a day, decided on what we personally wanted to do. I remember on the first day I did free write, because I was so excited to work on a story I shared with you guys a while back. I had gotten an inspiration and couldn't stop typing.

That's when I met Maya. We kinda drifted toward each other, and I said awkward things to her as we borrowed laptops, and settled down on a wobbly table together (all the chairs we very, very small, and there weren't many, in this section of the building).

After free write, we snacked and I had quiet conversations about random things with the girl sitting next to me, Lolly, my other new writing friend.

A conversation I and a few others had with a camp leader sparked the idea of putting up a book suggestion board. It was swarmed immediately, with people smacking the titles of their favorite books onto it. The first book suggested? The Fault In Our Stars, by John Green. Whoever put that there... I love them.

At the end of each day we did this thing called "read around" where people would break off into smaller groups, and read something they had written to the group they were in. I was mainly grouped with ninth, tenth, and eleventh graders, and let me say there were some very talented souls in that group. They were so talented, I'm afraid, that I didn't have the courage to spill any of my words to them--though I knew I was going to keep my mouth shut no matter what.

As the week progressed I got more comfortable being in a large room full of kids I didn't know. I got a lot of writing done, and learned many things about genre, character development, and even just people. On the third day--Wednesday--we walked to the nearby library, and sat in the grass, writing to a prompt we were given. At most times I find prompts limiting, so I didn't stay on course. I veered off, scribbling about summer breezes and how great things smell.

The process of the whole camp was so immensely beautiful--and I can't wait to tell you guys more about it. :)

If you have any questions, or just want to say something random, comment below. I love hearing from you guys. :)

Six Word Stories [#20]

lyshaeskro: Appreciating the gift that I have. Love being able to express myself this way.


Marissa's fingers skipped across the keys.

Susan Cain: The Power of Introverts

Please, please watch this.

And let's start a discussion in the comments; are you an introvert, or an extrovert?

Wake Me Up + A note to my writers critique group participants.

Wake Me Up - Ed Sheeran

"I should ink my skin with your name
And take my passport out again
And just replace it
See I could do without a tan
On my left hand,
Where my fourth finger meets my knuckle
And I should run you a hot bath
And fill it up with bubbles."

I swear, Ed Sheeran is an angel sent from our God above to properly vocalize my feelings and thoughts...

+ + +

Thank you to those who signed themselves up for my writers critique group. I can't wait to work with you guys. Expect an introductory email from me soon. :)

Hey, would you like to help me out?

Alright, so I've been thinking (these words should flash like a warning sign) and I believe it's time to test my edited manuscript on some of my readers. I want to know if it's done--or if it needs to improve. So with that, I'd like to ask you; would you like to help me?

You may sign yourself up in the comments or ask questions about this "business" as well.

Really, all I'm looking for is a group of nice writers who won't hold back on me--a writing critique group. I want to share my writing and, help is grow. I need to weed out all the rough patches and then gently spray it with a power hose.

Would you like to help me do this?

If so, I very much encourage you to comment. I think I'm going to limit my number of editorial readers to five--though, I'm sure not a lot of you will be interested in doing this, which is understandable, so I may not have to worry about that.

Some Guidelines To Consider:

+ You must be thirteen years or older (unless you can persuade me you are mature enough to read my material).

+ You must have an email account by which I can contact you, so that I can share my writing with you (it would be preferable if you had gmail, so I could just share with you in google docs).

+ You must be willing to help me untangle complicated plot points, exploit character actions, and give me advice on what you think would make my story better.

I believe that's all for now. I can't wait to hear from you. :)

Note: I am now no longer accepting participants. Sorry. :}

Dear Paper Book,

simple luxuries


I enjoy adding to your blank pages, and scribbling the words my brain conjured up, just to get rid of the white space. You know I can't stand it when you're bare and blank. It's hard for me to look at you when you're this way. So I fill you up. I change you. To make myself feel better.

When I add to you--when I change you--do you know how wonderful that makes me feel? To have my thoughts flow out of my brain, through my pen, and onto your wonderful white skin. It's a beautiful, extravagant progress.

And sometimes I can't help but think you enjoy it too.

Did you know?

Did you know, due to certain happenings, our dear Mackenzie Rae has no contact to Internet, social media, email, blogger, and--me?

Did you know that she probably won't come back for a long, long time?

Did you know that I thought she was going to come back--I waited for her, for the whole month of June, and even now--but now she probably won't?

Did you know we were supposed to see The Fault In Our Stars movie together, and that didn't happen either?

Did you know I am sad because of these happenings?

Did you know it's been very hard for me to move on?

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I am being tested.

Every day, there is something I must overcome. Little by little I am conquering these things, straightening my shoulders and holding my chin high. God has chosen this time of absence and loss to open me up to things I didn't know existed--things I didn't know I wanted.

I am discovering myself, like one would discover the whole-embodied inner earth. I'm peeling back the layers and minerals of what makes me, me, and I am discovering this core of purely imaginative curiosity and creativity.

Did you know I needed this disconnection, that led to self-discovery?

Neither did I.

Six Word Stories [#19]

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Welcome back to Truly. Madly. Deeply.

I hope you take the time to look around, and perhaps marvel at the new look this blog has taken on.

It is now July first, and with the changing of the month along with the new developments of life around me, I've decided that I need a fresh start.

I've done some thinking, and along with this fresh start will come a new set of eyes, ways of thinking, and array of words. I will be writing long, short, subtle, awkward, inspiring passages. And most importantly, I will be expressing myself without restraint.

Welcome back old readers, and hello new readers. I hope you have fun reading the swirling words that make up Truly. Madly. Deeply. :)

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