One thing that I do sometimes when I am writing is just write a scene. No character set up, no particular plot line. Nada. The following is one of those pieces of writing. I call them snippets. The good thing about snippets is if I am suffering from Writer’s Block, I can come back to them and expand from what I already have got. I have a ton more saved onto my desktop, but I like this one in particular so I am going to share it with you. I’d love for you to tell me what you think! What do you think the story is about? (If you answered that question it would be especially helpful. Maybe I could figure out what I wanted to do with it if I expand it into a short story. ;-))
Tangerine streaked the sky in wisps of cloud, adorning the crimson canvas beyond. Pensive did not quite seem quite the right way to describe her, though resigned would seem too harsh as well. She was not resigned to her fate. The jade silk that gathered about her collar and cascaded with a wilted sigh down her figure might have stated otherwise, but she was by no means giving up. Taking her watch out once again, she watched the complicated clockwork behind the iridescent mother-of-pearl face. It all seemed a cruel metaphor to her, a fitting gift for the world she had been dragged into.
The musicians had started tuning their instruments in the hollow below by the time she put the watch away. Night had come without so much as a rustle of crows’ wings, but the first stars had already been cautiously painted into the sky.
The girl would brand herself as selfish for what she did next. She turned away from the gravestone one last time and headed back towards the house. The horse she stole was not one of particular regality. It had probably belonged to a messenger, she hoped so, for she had a long way to go before dawn. She traveled light, not yet weighed down with her decisions; she had with her only the hope of acceptance, a path of rose pedals, and the promise that she would not be the one at the end of it.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Waiting on Wednesday

Waiting on Wednesday is hosted by Jill at Breaking the Spine
What I'm waiting for this week...
Release Date: May 3, 2011
In Beatrice Prior’s dystopian Chicago world, society is divided into five factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue—Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). On an appointed day of every year, all sixteen-year-olds must select the faction to which they will devote the rest of their lives. For Beatrice, the decision is between staying with her family and being who she really is—she can’t have both. So she makes a choice that surprises everyone, including herself.
During the highly competitive initiation that follows, Beatrice renames herself Tris and struggles alongside her fellow initiates to live out the choice they have made. Together they must undergo extreme physical tests of endurance and intense psychological simulations, some with devastating consequences. As initiation transforms them all, Tris must determine who her friends really are—and where, exactly, a romance with a sometimes fascinating, sometimes exasperating boy fits into the life she's chosen. But Tris also has a secret, one she's kept hidden from everyone because she's been warned it can mean death. And as she discovers unrest and growing conflict that threaten to unravel her seemingly perfect society, she also learns that her secret might help her save those she loves . . . or it might destroy her.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
New Page
Hi guys! I am excited to tell you that I have a new page up. It contains two excerpts from the novel I am currently working away on. I'd love it if you checked it out and please, please, please comment, ;-) I love hearing from my peers/superiors!
p.s. the new page is called The Legend of Anirrin top right. Someone just inadvertently told me I should clear that up.
p.s. the new page is called The Legend of Anirrin top right. Someone just inadvertently told me I should clear that up.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
A Day at the Beach
When I started, I didn't really know where this poem was going to do. Which is typical for me and poetry, but I liked the way this one came out more than the other poems I have written lately and have deemed it post - worthy.
Charcoal washes down the beach like ink
The blackened logs carried out from their pits to the tide
Prints of animals write fables in the sand
Gulls screech as they pirouette across the sky
Diving between kites
Silhouetted like a shadow show
Of masterful carving
Iridescent kelp lies floating in
The tide’s current
Mermaid hair attached to a sandy scalp
And just adjacent to the rock
With the myriad of anemones and sea stars
A child screams with delight
For she has just found
The perfect sand dollar
Completely round
Not even chipped at the edges
And in a chubby fist she raises it for all to see
Though her parents are the only spectators around
Until the sun peeks out from its cotton curtains
Smiling down at the giggling toddler
And lays a diamond kiss on the dollar
And weaves gold into the girl’s hair
And binds the fables of the shore creature’s prints
Into a charcoal ink volume
In a cover the color of warmth and summer breezes
Just for a moment
Then it slips back like the tide
Receding from the shoreline
Its beaming light playing the water like a harp
Plucking out dolphin song
Charcoal washes down the beach like ink
The blackened logs carried out from their pits to the tide
Prints of animals write fables in the sand
Gulls screech as they pirouette across the sky
Diving between kites
Silhouetted like a shadow show
Of masterful carving
Iridescent kelp lies floating in
The tide’s current
Mermaid hair attached to a sandy scalp
And just adjacent to the rock
With the myriad of anemones and sea stars
A child screams with delight
For she has just found
The perfect sand dollar
Completely round
Not even chipped at the edges
And in a chubby fist she raises it for all to see
Though her parents are the only spectators around
Until the sun peeks out from its cotton curtains
Smiling down at the giggling toddler
And lays a diamond kiss on the dollar
And weaves gold into the girl’s hair
And binds the fables of the shore creature’s prints
Into a charcoal ink volume
In a cover the color of warmth and summer breezes
Just for a moment
Then it slips back like the tide
Receding from the shoreline
Its beaming light playing the water like a harp
Plucking out dolphin song
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Spreading the Word

This is a new piece that I am going to do once in a while called 'Spreading the Word'. I'm not necessarily hosting anything, but if you want to do this too it would be really cool. What it is is when I find a blog that I want more people to check out, I will feature them on Spreading the Word. Some blogs I might feature because they are just getting started and don't have many followers yet, others have a bunch of followers and you probably all follow them but they are so awesome that I feature them anyway.
My first is Rose of the Desert (click on picture above) It is a blog that is pretty much anything, and I am one of its few followers
:'-( - Let's change that!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Stylish Blogger Award

Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award
Share 7 things about yourself
Award 10 recently discovered great bloggers
Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award
A huge thanks to Amanda for this award!
And the winners are...
1. Maya, at Rose of the Desert
2. Nikki, at Nikki's Starbucks Reviews
3. Tiffani, at Cafe of Answers
4. Okie, at cucullus non facit monachum
5. Lolz, at When I can't rant to anyone else, I rant to YOU
6. ComaCalm, at ComaCalm's Book Reviews
7. Moonlight Gleam, at Moonlight Gleam's Bookshelf
8. Aimee, at Getting Your Read On
9. Ariel, at Must Love Books
10. SimplyMe (Book Addict), at Simply me, a Book Addict
Soooo, the 7 things
1. I LOVE reading and writing
2. I have three adorable pooches
3. My favorite color is green
4. Coffee is very high up there on my favorite drinks list
5. Conan O'brien is currently my favorite comedian
6. My twin's nickname for me is 'Rissy Roo' (though few other people can get away with it).
7. I went to the UK once when I was 10, and I really want to go back!
Monday, January 17, 2011
Reading or writing?

Lately, I have been having a dilemma of sorts: I can't decide whether to read or write. As a science fiction/ fantasy geek, I am always lining up the next book, but I am also writing a rough draft of a novel which takes up a lot of my time, especially since my plot planning is not yet where I would like it to be. I know a lot of you are writers yourselves, and so I pose the question- what do you do about it?
Thanks!
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