Wordy Wednesday: Right There

So, I’m doing a lot better this week. Still really tired and everything, but stuff has already begun to settle down a little (THANK GOODNESS).

A huge upside of this is that I actually got to do things that weren’t homework/work-related this weekend, like throwing a costume party with my roommates on Friday for Hannah’s birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!) and dancing super awkwardly at the Michigan Quidditch team’s Yule Ball on Saturday. So that was very fun and much needed and it’s kind of nice to be tired from something other than staying up until two AM doing homework, this week.

I went to the party as Super Girl, because why would you ever give up the opportunity to wear a cape.

However, things are about to get crazy again, because I’m going out of town for a family thing soon and, as part of that, I’m of course missing over a day of classes. Sooo here’s to enjoying the calm between the storms. (Upside: the family thing is going to be super fun and is happening in a place much warmer than Michigan currently is?)

ANYWAY. This week’s Wordy Wednesday is a poem.


I am
so close that
it is a word
on my tongue,
in my throat,
clenched between
biting nails and
sweating palms,
right there
right there
right there,
every breath
and heartbeat
and blink
until the entire
world looks like
it is a bated breath, waiting,
searching for
the exact right
second, millisecond
spring from
its cocoon

Maybe if I
run hard enough
I will learn how to

Thanks for reading!


This Is a Book: Chapter Twenty Two

Hey, look–it’s a two-for-one special! Two chapters right in a row for once!

If you haven’t had an opportunity to read Chapter Twenty One of This Is a Book yet, just posted to Mel’s blog earlier today, make sure to go check that out.

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Chapter Twenty Two: Across the Universe

            “You are so ugly.” I stare at Rose’s ex with my mouth hanging wide open, like a mailbox with a broken hinge. “You almost married this guy?” I don’t dare glance at Rose as I ask the question, sure that if I were in her position I would be boiling with fury at the sight of such a horrible ex-almost-husband. I run my eyes up and down Mr. Doom and Gloom’s body and fold my arms. “Uck. Dodged a bullet there.”

            “Oh yes,” says Ghost-man, copying my stance with disturbing ease. “Mary Hart. The arrogant girl with the unfortunate birthmark.”

            My hand instinctively flies to cover the space below my eye. “What, do all dead people dislike heart-shaped moles? I thought it was just Titanic Girl. You people are weird.” I peer at him through my bangs and wrinkle my nose as I realize, “Hey—you’re, like, blind or something. How do you even know about my birthmark.”

            “You’re in an alternate dimension,” the pixie chirps from where it hovers in the air on the other side of Rose, “and you feel the need to ask that?”

            “Of all the sentient beings to ask me that.” I roll my eyes. “What are you, anyway?” I ask Mr. Doom. “Wearing fancy colored contacts? Messing with my mind to simply make me think that you are blind?”

            “Of course not, Mary Hart. I am simply no longer—shall I say human? And because of that, I no longer exactly see the way your species does.” For a creepy dude holding a king and a heart hostage in an enchanted, evil castle, he is the perfect gentleman in his mannerisms and dress. His black hair is combed neatly to the sides, parted down the middle like an uber nerd’s (Randy went through that phase), and he wears a crimson three piece suit that is so dark it nearly looks black under the grey skies of this other-world.

            It’s Rose who pipes up just enough to ask, “Sebastian, what are you?”

            “Is it not obvious, my dear?” he asks with a grand sweep of his arms. The suit jacket sleeves are poorly tailored and flutter as he moves, like wings.

            “Wait, I’ve seen this movie.” I take a step back and manage to trip over my own feet, landing on my butt with a resonant thud that echoes through the barren land. The ghosts up at the top of the gate howl with laughter—Lion King hyenas style. The pixie stifles a snort with the back of its hand but doesn’t offer to help me up. Despite the fact that Rose is still floating, it seems she is rooted in place, and I can see Sebastian’s pale form straight through her. I can feel his attention centered on me, even though his pure white eyes twitch and stare past me, around me, through me.

Then I get it. He can’t actually see me with his white eyes; that’s not how he can tell what I do. And that only leaves one option, for those of us well-versed in pop culture: he must be able to read my mind.

“Please tell me you’re secretly super friendly and attractive like the vampires in the movies?” I ask. I try to keep my voice strong, but I squeak on the last word. Sebastian turns his sightless gaze onto me and his colorless lips lift into a smile.

“Did no one ever tell you how awful the Twilight franchise is?” he asks. His teeth are jagged—not exactly like fangs, but close enough to make me want to vomit all over him.

“Yes.” My voice quivers. “Because it wasn’t scary enough.”

“Brilliant, that means you know the truth.” He does not take a single step towards me, but it’s suddenly like he’s right in my ear, whispering the words straight into my mind, forcing a shuddering shiver down my spine as my fingers clench and my toes curl in my shoes. “And the truth is that you should be very, very frightened of me, Mary Hart.”

“Hey, Pixie Stick?” I ask. “Wouldn’t now be, I don’t know, a good time to get us out of here or something?”

The pixie must be as scared as I am, because it doesn’t move its mouth an inch in response. Rose is so still she might as well be dead, like, for real. The only ones moving are Sebastian’s ghost guards, as they flood down from the top of the gate to surround us.

“Are you there, Pixie Stick?” I try. “It’s me, Ugly. Please get us out of here and I will never ask for anything again. Not that I’ve ever asked for much, outside of getting you to leave me out of the obviously very messed up political situation your country is experiencing right now, but seriously. I won’t even ask for that anymore if you just get us out of here.”

Sebastian lets out a sharp little cackle before taking a step around Rose to face me directly. He says, “Oh, but would you be willing to leave without her?” He beckons with a nod and my gaze turns to one of fiery anger.

Oh no. He did not.

“I amend my prayer to the Great and Powerful Pixie Stick,” I say immediately. “By ‘us’ I meant you, dearest Pixie Stick, me, and most definitely also Rose obviously. Thank you. Amen.” I give Sebastian an I- told-you-so glare. I may be on the ground in obnoxiously small and dirty business attire, but that doesn’t mean some idiot Twilight character can boss me around by finding loopholes in my pleas for help.

“Ahhh, but you must realize, Mary Hart,” he says with another small chuckle, “it is less of a loophole in your plea, as much as a regular hole in your logic. After all, Rose physically cannot leave my world, here, at the moment.”

“Since when has anything physically stopped Rose from doing something? She’s a freaking ghost-zombie, blood-breath.”

Ha! I’ve got him now!

“Of course, I am referring to the fact that any being—dead, alive, or otherwise—missing a piece of themselves cannot leave this realm. My dearest Rose is, as you modern humans would say, stuck here.”

“I can’t leave,” Rose says, finally turning to face me with a vacant expression on her translucent face. “Not without my heart.”

Sebastian claps his hands together in an almost giddy way and turns to face his nearest minion. “Take them,” he commands, and the ghosts descend.


Watch out for Chapter Twenty Three, coming to Mel’s blog soon!



Wordy Wednesday (“Trying to Breathe”)

This week’s Wordy Wednesday is a song called “Trying to Breathe.” My allergies, as usual, are going a little nuts right now, so my throat’s pretty gnarly. But if I can get a decent recording of it sometime today, I’ll update the post with that. I had a lot of fun writing this one. 🙂

Reminder, after reading this post, to go vote in the character creation polling for This Is a Book, if you haven’t already.

And also: watch out for the new option you can vote for in the Wordy Wednesday poll. If that one wins, I’ll do a post on something involving the publishing industry/the writing process/etc. Because how much fun would that be, right? (I guess we’ll find out if it wins.)


[Intro: Bm, G, Bm, A]

VERSE1 [Bm, G, Bm, A]

The door’s there before me

I can see it with my eyes shut

Against the sunshine that’s always streaming down

But the steps are so hard to take

To make it I will have to break

Every bone inside my heart


And it’s not fair

When you don’t know where you’re going

And the map keeps spinning you around and ’round

And I am just

CHORUS [Bm, G, Bm, A]

Trying to breathe

Finding the strength inside of me

To push on ahead

Trying to breathe

Finding the piece of me

That tells me who I am

[Em, G, D, A]

Trying to breathe, breathe, breathe

Trying to breathe

Trying to breathe, breathe, breathe

Trying to breathe

VERSE2 [Bm, G, Bm, A]

The truth is none of us know what we’re doing

Ain’t that grand

And the truth is sometimes things,

They get out of hand

I don’t know what I’m doing now, but

It looks like I did in the past

So I try to be that person

Only the mirage cannot last


And I’m so tired of feeling lost

When people say I’m found

And I am so tired of

Feeling like I’m flying straight into the ground

And I am just

[Repeat CHORUS]

BRIDGE [Em, G, D, A]

And you don’t know how you’re breaking down

’Cause you always cut yourself so low

And you can’t tell true from false anymore,

at the end of the show

Either go up in flames or in the rains you drown

Either give up your name, or become a part of the crowd

Or you can reach above and do what’s never done before

You can write a new song instead of settling the score

[Repeat CHORUS]

ENDING [Em, G, D, A]

Trying to breathe, breathe, breathe

Trying to breathe




Wordy Wednesday (“Cadence, Chapter Five”)

Well, I wasn’t planning on continuing to post Cadence after Camp NaNoWriMo ended last month, but since I haven’t been doing a whole lot of writing lately other than working on it, and revising the novel I finished earlier this year, well… here’s more Cadence.

Links to Previous Chapters:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four



[Sorry this is no longer available–I’m editing Cadence now with the hopes of maybe, possibly publishing it someday. Thanks for the interest, though!]



… Now we’re back to the ever-pressing question of: What next? And just because I’m such a super technical genius (*cough* Word Press is so easy to use), I’m giving you an official poll this time, with options and everything. SHABAM!! Vote away!