of rain and words and wanderings
A week has passed and I'm back! Besides having a sore throat and only getting in 61 words the first day, NaNo has been going pretty well! I made up for the slow start the next day and have been keeping up for the most part. I actually started writing this novel before I decided… Continue reading 2019 Camp NaNoWriMo Update // week 1
April is approaching. I can see the light of summer break at the end of the tunnel and the chapters left in my school books are decreasing, but then here comes Camp NaNoWriMo. For those you don't know, Camp NaNoWriMo is the summer version of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) where writers go nuts, trying… Continue reading Camp NaNoWriMo // of goals and projects and lessons learned from the last time
The mountain grows beyond my reach, It jags up, scaling high, It's nature's tower built of stone, And sculptured toward the sky. With moss and trees and fields of green, Where deer and bears do home, With caves and trails and such fun things Through which we long to roam. What secrets lie within its… Continue reading The Mountain {poetry}
I don't normally rant about food. But ranting about it in poetry form? What could possibly be better than that? 😉 Last year during NaNoWriMo, I needed a break and asked a writer-friend for a premise for a poem. This is what she gave me: "Write a comedic poem about someone who’s really hungry and… Continue reading The Ballad of the Hungry Poet
Good morning friends! (: A couple weeks ago, I was brainstorming for a writing project and was stumped on the plot, when the first few lines of this poem formed in my mind. It's a poem of my main character, Arvia who grew up on the edge of the sea with only a small fishing… Continue reading Arvia’s Song // a character poem
You might have heard the tale before. One of Ernest Hemingway's friends once made a bet that he couldn't write a story out of just six words, but Hemingway proved him wrong with his now famous story: "Baby shoes for sale. Never worn." Now this challenge is often used as an exercise for writers. I've… Continue reading The Virtue of Short Stories
Another week of February has passed, and with it came more snow and ice. Our house was shrouded in glorious fogs and silver mists; our trees traced with beautiful white crystals. I commented to my mother how it is on days like these I wish I had a nice camera. So she offered that I… Continue reading Days of Ice and Snow
the rain-drenched writer. 