Monthly Archives: July 2013


All the masterpieces of art contain both light and shadow. A happy life is not one filled with only sunshine, but one which uses both light and shadow to produce beauty.

(Billy Graham)

My mother posted this on today. I haven’t heard this quote before, but I like it, its true on many levels, so I thought I would share. I have been having a hard time with my health as of late, I wont bore you with details, but in a way this made me feel a little better about it all, as the words ring so true to life.

Happy Writing

Quote by Billy Graham


Reach For The Stars My Son


My oldest son is ten, and when school starts up for the new year he will be going into 5th grade. For the first time he got homework over the summer, a work packet, and to read a book of his choice. He had chosen Journey To The Center Of The Earth, I was so proud. It’s a shame he lost it, we think one of his brothers hid it. He chose a new one he devoured in a rather short time for him, The Last Star Fighter. Now I had watched this movie when I was around his age, I didn’t even know they had mad a book based off the movie, so I decided to read the book because I’m helping him do his diorama. A few pages in I realized “Wow, this sucks!”. Now that may sound harsh, but Its not a very well written book. Its an Omnipotent POV, for those of you who may not know this POV let me explain. The Omnipotent POV is a voice that can be anywhere and in anyone’s head, at any given time. I have been told this is the hardest POV to write, I can’t say for sure that’s true as I have never tried it. Even as a child I felt more comfortable writing in first person. I feel the writer had to use this point of view as they where most likely stipulations as far as do’s and don’ts, but what was the point in making the book if they where not going to improve the story. Needles to say I’m disappointed, someone can simply watch the movie and cheat as my oldest son so eloquently pointed out to me. He has a good point, so now he has me thinking could this be rewritten, and how would someone go about doing that?

I have to applaud my son, he is fallowing in his mothers footsteps, only he is better with instruments then me 🙂 He has started writing his own novel, so I told him he could do a better job if he works hard and keeps at it like everything else he dose. Instead of the same old “The sky is the limit” I tell my son “Reach for the stars, and you can go far”. He may not believe he is ready for school, and these more advanced books and homework, but I know he is. He is smart and determined, and after all my son, if he can realize all of that on his own I know he has nothing to worry about. So reach for the stars my son, I know you are going far in life.

Happy writing all 🙂 and look for my Artist of the week post starting back up on Friday.

Wonderful Advice : What MUST You Do With Your Life?


This advice is grate applied to any passion you may have in live. As I commented, should someone ask me this question I would say “Yes, this is what I must do. I think about writing every day, and feel as though I will go crazy when I can’t.” I hate it when I have days I can’t write at all because I always have some grate idea pop into my head, be it a part for my novel, a little poem or something else, and if I don’t get to write it down I end up loosing it all together. I hate that! Its a good read check it out.

Happy Writing

What MUST You Do With Your Life?.

I am my own worst enemy when it comes to my writing


I can’t possibly tell you why, but I seem to have a bad habit of making things harder for my self. Hence I am my own worst enemy when it comes to my writing. For example I have read more times then I can count in writing post and blogs and articles on writing, one of the worst mistakes a writer can make is to go back and reread what they have written before they finish their first draft. I can’t seem to stop my self, I can’t just sit and write and write until its all done. So I have realized I have caused my self to get stuck and start over on my novels again and agin. However what can I do about it, other than do my best not to go back and read. I feel like I have to go back and make sure I am on track and I haven’t made some huge mistake. Is there any other writers that have had this problem? I could use some ideas, I am so tiered of getting stuck. I even scraped all but my prologue for Helix and started over, completely changed some important parts Of Celestria so that now the story is completely different then when I started. I know this must be common, I can’t possibly be the only one who has had these problems when working on their first few WIPs. I don’t want to sound like I am complaining, I just know a more experienced writer may know how to get past this type of block.

Happy writing to all 🙂

Just read: My Thoughts on How I Wrote My First Person Novel with My Fingers on My Keyboard


I read this post thinking “hay I couldn’t have done to bad on first person POV”, but as a writer I feel I can’t learn to much. By the time I was done reading I realized I had made more mistakes then I thought, good to know and now I can watch my self for those mistakes! Hope you read it, its a grate post to say the least.

My Thoughts on How I Wrote My First Person Novel with My Fingers on My Keyboard.

My computor is calling


For some time now I have been working on a second novel, Celestria A New Home, while I put Helix on Ice. I had gotten frustrated with Helix, so I felt taking a break and working on something else would help. I must be right because the past few days I have had a hard time with Celestria, then this morning I could feel Helix calling me. “Come work on me again.” it said, and the drive to do so is there. I got on to write and found I had some files to sort through first. I had lost some of my work do to my last laptop dying, but I think I found all I need to start again. So today will be a good day to write. This post may be short, but I am off the answer the call of my computer.

Life throws curve balls


well here I am, back where I started, but with a new computer. Many of you don’t know this but my husband and I had moved out of his parents house with our children and into my sisters to try and help her keep the house her and her husband had gotten before they split up. He had the house for a few months before she took it back and asked us for help. Well when we went to make the first payment after moving in the bank told us it was too late. Turns out he hadn’t made any payments so they where starting foreclosure on the house. long story short, I lost a free tattoo apprenticeship in a good shop, and we are now back at my husband’s parents house. In any case at least I am writing again. I have however put my novel Helix on the back burner, I want to get better at writing before I work on it any more. So at the moment I am working on Celestria A New Home. Its been so long sense my last post I thought I’d put my fist chapter on here. I could use some advice, if any are willing. Glade to be writing again either way, but I don’t feel like this novel is off to as good a start as Helix.


A New World (First Person)

Chapter one: Fleeing The City

A city named sanctuary stands alone in a nearly empty landscape, towering high into the sky, just a shadow against the setting sun. Far below the hustle and bustle of late evening hours my companions and I move silently along the dark streets of the city’s underbelly. We made our way through these empty streets to the interior side of the wall that surrounds the city. The wall rapping all around the city standing hundreds of feet tall, the only barrier between the people of this city and the dangers of the outside world, and here I was about to cross it into a dangerous unknown land.

We came to a small service door little know, even to the guards that patrol the giant wall. Jerade was risking his life to help us escape my fate in this city of ruined human life. I won’t miss it; I have often felt alone in my life here. I can’t explain why but I have a sense of honor and duty that no longer existence in this life, except for in a few. Now thanks to my act now think later mindset I am fleeing the only home I have ever known.

Jerade opened the slender door and spoke in a crackling whisper. “This path will take you straight to the outside of the wall. It comes out to a recess in the wall; you will be able to hide there until night fully falls. Wait for the night guard’s first round passes you.”

I looked at my grandmother, who refused to stay behind, she moves slower than I do.  I asked Jerade, “What of the guards at the top of the wall, won’t they see us?”

“No. They are watching for much bigger creatures then you, you won’t be noticed.” He laughed a little, so did I. Perhaps for the same reason, it seemed too easy. “I can not keep them off your trail forever, but I will draw out the hunt for you inside the city as long as possible.”

“Thank you my friend.” I said as I gave him a purse full of all the coin I had in the world. I wouldn’t need it where I was going, I didn’t even think I would live long once I left the safety of the wall. How wrong I was.

We smiled at each other; no more words were needed with one of my oldest friends, we both knew I would never return. I passed through the door into the dark passage. I heard the door shut behind me, and I waited to hear my grandmother’s footsteps.

“Celestria I can’t see a thing.” She groaned. She always hated the dark.

“I’m here grandma. Walk to me and put your hand on my shoulder, I’ll feel our way through. Jerade said it was straight through to the other side, we will get out no problem.” I said trying to comfort her.

Her hand was shaking as she put it on my shoulder; I told her she would be better off staying behind, but she had to have her way. It pains me though; somehow I knew she was going to die out there. I think she knew that too. I didn’t know it then but she was ready to except death. I was not so happy with the idea, But I could never tell that woman “no”.

We reached the outside world, and I heard my grandmother utter a little prayer under her breath. The little recess in the wall was just as Jerade described, it seemed almost hidden to a glancing eye. We checked our packs as we waited for the sun to fully set.

The guards made their round shortly after nightfall; they passed quickly out of sight in the shadows and around the gentle curve of the wall. I waited until the faint hum of there engine faded on the night air.

“The guards have passed its safe for us to go now. Stay close to me; we don’t exactly know what dangers are out here.” I whispered giving her a bright and hopefully reassuring smile.

We walked straight out into the open desert land, the sand rising and falling in soft rolling hills. The lonely and broken moon hung low in its slow ascent into the sky, its jagged crescent shape and floating fragments giving off a soft glow of light. As we walked the stars slowly came out, shining in all their luminescent glory.

It felt almost magical being outside of the wall for the first time. With the open sky above me and the never ending land stretching out in front of me, speckled here and there with large rocks, I felt alive like never before. In the far off distance I could just make out the mountain range peeking up from the landscape, just slightly darker then the sky. I decided to head for this mountain before I even told my grandmother I had to flee the city.

I spent many nights sitting alone on our roof staring out at the mountain, wondering what mysteries it held, feeling some invisible force pulling me to it. My obsession with it started when I was very young. My grandmother and I had been sitting on our roof watching the stars one night when we saw a star fall from the sky in a blaze of light. It raced to the ground with incredible speed landing somewhere in that mountain. It was the first and last time I had seen such a site.

We walked at a steady pace all night; the mountain looked as if it was growing right out of the ground before our eyes, reaching ever higher the closer we got. Before it was this small far off place that never changed from my view, and now it towered before me in all its glory, a shadow with the rising sun shining behind its peaks. The majesty of it made my hart skip a beat, who was the last person to see the brilliance of this site, to roam these lands?

As I stood there taking in the full grandeur of this moment I felt a twinge at the back of my neck, a clawing serge of danger. My instincts never failed to warn me.  I turned around abruptly, making my grandmother stop in her tracks, I was sure my face said it all for her as she glanced over her shoulder and ran to my side. They were coming fast in a cloud of dust rolling into the air, the government soldiers.

“I knew it would only be a matter of time.” I said under my breath with a little growl, half to my self.

“You knew they would come after you, even outside the wall?” my grandmother asked as she pulled out her double short swords.

“I had a good idea they would. They need all the soldiers they can get, and I ran from them when they had seen me, plain as that. I think they suspected and set me up.” I told her as I looked around for another way.

I looked up to the mountain and closed my eyes, I waited for that pulling force I had felt from this place to guide my path. It came to me, like something  speaking to my soul, “Fallow, this way.” I looked at my grandmother ready to fight, and wondered if it was right to run. I have never ignored my feelings, and I wasn’t going to start.

“Grandma, fallow me.” I didn’t give her time to reply, I started running to the right and down the length of the mountain.

She caught up to me, and spoke in pants as she struggled to keep up. “Celestria … what are you … doing? You can’t possibly … have any idea where … you are going.”

“I don’t.” that’s all I said, and kept running.

The feeling called, stop.

    I stopped abruptly, and my grandmother ran into me, almost nocking me off my feet. She had been looking back toward our pursuers, they were catching up to use with alarming speed. I looked at them, then my grandmother, and then the rock wall of the mountain. My path was not clear, but I was certain time was short. I stood stairing at the stone surface intently, deep in thought.

“Do not dwell on it longer child.” My grandmother said calmly. She put a hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes. “Go, keep running into the mountain. I will stay and bye you time.”

“I won’t…” I started to protest but she cut me off.

“You will. You may not want to hear this, but my life has come to its end. This is why I came, to save you if I could, to die a worrier’s death. I don’t want to waste away, a shell of myself in a dying city upon a withering planet. You must be able to except that. You are young, and have a chance to live, no matter how thin a chance it may be you must take it.” She looked at me lovingly, her eyes looked so peaceful.

“As you wish.” Was all I could manage to get out. I felt like someone was squeezing my heart, she was the only true family I had left.

“I love you, my moon and stars.” She hugged me, and I breathed her in deeply. I wanted so much to remember this strong side of her.

“I love you.” I said as I ran to the rock in front of me.

I walked slowly, running my hand along the rough surface until suddenly it dropped away. I looked at the stone, confused I put my hand against the wall a few inches back. I watched as I ran my hand along, and though it looked like there was solid rock there again my hand found that it ended. I inspected it closer and found a narrow path cut through the rock gently sloping up the mountain, and it was completely hidden to the eye. The opening was too small for me to walk through facing forward; I turned my body and tried to force myself and my pack through the slender opening.

My grandmother yelled back to me, “Hurry child, they will see you.”

I swung my pack off and dragged it as I started through the path sideways. Facing the path ahead of me it looked as if it would stop short and leave me trapped in the mountain. Behind me I could hear the start of a one sided fight. My grandmothers battle cry rang through the mountain and the sounds of metal clashing against metal reverberated of the paths walls. The noise was almost more than my ears could take.

The stone scraped and tore at my exposed flesh and clothing as I slowly made my way up the path. As I reached what looked to be the end of the path I found it wound up the mountain gently, and there the path widened. I sat down where it started to widen, my eyes felt heavy and my body aced. The sounds of battle still echoed off the mountain’s peaks, but slowly they were dying down. As hard as I tried I could not stop the flow of tears as the last person I had left passed out of this life.

I stayed there and cried until I had no tears left to shed. I curled up and gave into sleep, a deep dreamless sleep.