Wordy Wednesday: Actor on a Stage

Thank you SO MUCH to all the wonderful guest posters this summer. You guys are my favorites. 

I’m (semi) moving back to college today, which means things will be getting back to normal soon, so prepare for lots of posts this semester!

This week’s Wordy Wednesday is song lyrics.


I know no one cares
At least not the way they should
But that’s okay, I’m just a number
Marching on, towards the greater good

It’s okay to be afraid,
It’s the way we were made

My friend you have changed
Since you were a different age
Since the rain came down with rage
And your life became a cage
And you, you, became
An actor on a stage
Built of broken promises
And you, you became an actor on a stage
Built of broken promises

And I want nothing more
Than to tell you you’re beautiful
But your ears stopped working
Miles and miles ago

So I write a letter
And let it blow down the road

[Repeat CHORUS]

And tell me where’s this ship sinking today?
You might find a bank if you lead it that way
But I can’t tell you anything, not when you’ve forgotten how to read
So now it’s just the blind and deaf, leading those who’ve forgotten how to lead

[Repeat CHORUS, 1.5x]

And you, you became
A number on the ledge
As you stepped off the edge
Of the world

Walking in a line with the other numbers


Thanks for reading!




Hey there, USA

I’m back! After two months in Europe, I have returned to the land of white sneakers and deep fat fried Twinkies. (Not that I’ve seen either of those since the plane landed, but that’s primarily because the state of Michigan seems to think its the set of an apocalypse movie right now. SO MUCH STORMING AND FLOODING.)

Tomorrow I begin the move to my first apartment. Sometime in the next few days I need to finish my work for Oxford and start my work for Ch1Con 2015. Fall semester begins a week from tomorrow.

And while I’m excited to see my friends again and for fall semester to start (YA lit class! film classes! choir and creative writing!), I’m also really, really sad. And a big part of me would rather be in England. But that’s just something I’m going to have to deal with, because I love U of M, and Michigan in the fall, and this is where I need to be right now.

Before I left, I stood and made a wish on Point Zero in Paris. I whispered promises to the raindrops as our cab drove out of London. I traced words into the walls of Oxford.

So if I can help it, I will go back. Just not right now.

Right now, I need to reset the hands on my watch. I need to unpack my suitcases and pack my moving boxes. I need to pull off the Oxford sweatshirt I’ve been sleeping in since my programme ended and finally wash the disgusting thing.

Maybe I’ll have to wait one year to go back. Maybe I’ll have to wait fifty.

But I will go back.

And in the meantime, I’m ready to have some adventures on this side of the pond.




Wordy Wednesday: Change

It’s summer!!! I’m done with finals, I’ve moved home, and planning for Ch1Con and study abroad is heading in the direction of Very Intense. (We’re hoping to get the registration forms for Ch1Con up any day now. Cross your fingers.)

Also, The Amazing Spider-Man 2comes out tomorrow night and I am 100% ready to geek out over it.

This week’s Wordy Wednesday is a song I wrote for my medieval literature class this semester. We had an extra credit assignment to make a public tribute to the 1381 rebels, and I figured that while the rebels might not have appreciated my out-of-tune ukelele, they probably would still have liked a song in their honor.



We are a story of
conquered conquerors,
a constellation that burned out
long before the history books gave us a name.
Isn’t that strange?

And they build monuments
to our apparent failures,
but the people building them wouldn’t
if they were still under our jailors,

so maybe the Rising fell,
but we didn’t fail.

And so we stand,
and so we fight.
And we will stand our ground
as the horizon fades to night.

And they will tell us to run away,
but we are done with running from
those who gave us a cage.

They might not remember our names,
but they’ll remember our flames
as we introduce the world
to change.

We are not a lesson of how
not to lead a movement,
because we held our dignity
and watched the upper Estates lose it.

We dumped the gold,
shouting for what was right,
and they clung to what was old
as the people displayed their might.

So maybe one day we decided to go home,
but in the future you have the right to roam.

[Repeat CHORUS]

Call us the losing side,
but time changed tides.
You are where you are because of us.

It takes some losses, to lead to a win;
it takes some conceding to make the other side give in.

So you can listen to the books saying
we deserved to lose,
or you can remember it takes time
to heal a bruise.

If we truly lost,
you would still be paying the cost.

[Repeat CHORUS]






Wordy Wednesday: “The Way Back”


And, of course, you should see Divergent when it comes out this weekend (the trailer’s not as recent, but obviously still worth a watch):

This week’s Wordy Wednesday is a poem I wrote about a year and a half ago, towards the beginning of college. Like for a lot of people, the beginning of my freshman year was a little bit rough, as I transitioned to being away from home and the people I’d known basically since I was born for the first time. However, I was really lucky to have a nice church just a few blocks up the street from me, and although I’m not really a Go to Church Every Sunday kind of person, I did do that until I had found my place at the university. And it was really helpful.

So, this poem is about that.

Heat seeping from the waxed paper cup into my fingers,
warm, warm, warm like the summer
and a smile on my lips, right at the corners, as I shuffle down
the street with my favorite sweater snuggled tight against my shoulders
and the sun blinding me—so bright—over everything.

I found God, this morning, in the little things,
like alarm clocks and cold showers and a biting wind,
trying to keep me away from church but unable to stop
my progression up the street, and now it’s warm, and it’s sunny,
and it’s beautiful. The way back is beautiful, as I shuffle down
the street towards home.

The way back is beautiful.


83Taking a “thanks for reading” picture in public rarely turns out well.



PS. I’ve got another Big News post coming your way sometime in the near future. I can’t specify when, because some things are still up in the air, but SOON.

PPS. I got a 91% on the multiple choice portion of the psych exam. Still waiting to hear back on the short answer portion, but LOOK AT THAT–I DIDN’T FAIL.

Busy, Busy, Busy: A Tale of Excuses

Hey there! I’m sorry I haven’t bee posting as much since this semester began, but things have been crazy. One of my classes is ending in the next couple weeks, because it’s a mini course, so hopefully that’ll free up a little more of my time, but what time it does free up will probably have to go towards school work, because I’ve been falling ridiculously behind (especially in my science classes) (because science).

I’m sorry the blog isn’t seeing as much love as it usually does, but as of now, Wordy Wednesdays should continue as scheduled, and hopefully soon life will magically calm down enough for me to start posting other things again too. Because I really miss talking to you.

Thanks for sticking with me. Love you!




NaNo Day 23: It’s the Final Countdown


I just spent twenty minutes thinking my Twitter had been suspended/deleted somehow, sent a couple emails back and forth with customer support, only for it to come back on its own, perfectly fine. No idea what’s going on, but glad to know it’s back (although now they might just suspend me for being annoying, because I was FREAKING. OUT, because I don’t break rules).

Anyway: I’m currently seven thousand words behind on NaNoWriMo, plus the Tuesday after Thanksgiving I have my final group presentation in Spanish, my genetics term paper, and the final genetics worksheet (aka “major, will-take-me-at-least-twelve-hours-to-complete project”) all due. So I’m kind of halfway to breaking my adrenal glands from overuse.

My plans for this weekend involve writing all day today (plus watching Doctor Whooooooo), working on the Spanish presentation and genetics worksheet tomorrow, and finishing up both of those Monday. Then I have class all day Tuesday, but I get to go home right after that for Thanksgiving. And I have SIX DAYS OFF to somehow magically finish both NaNoWriMo AND write my genetics term paper, then. (Hurray! Maybe I’ll actually get to sleep for a day after December 3rd!)

Upside: Yesterday was actually mildly productive. Despite spending a lot of time hanging out with friends, I did get about 600 words written, which sounds really depressing but is also the most writing I’ve done since the beginning of the week. Plus we watched Aladdin, and I mean: classic Disney is worth it. (Oh, and I got my social science midterm back. 91.67%, what up!)

I’m going to go get started on today’s writing. Hope you’re having a lovely Saturday, and you’re doing better at NaNo than I am!

day 23


NaNo Day 11: Bookshelf Tour

Sooo… after an overall slow writing day yesterday, I finally hit the first big turning point in The End Where I Begin around 9:30 PM, took off running, and FINISHED PART ONE!

I normally don’t write novels in parts, but this one naturally lends itself to it, so I’m just sort of going along with it. And I’m SO EXCITED to be done with the first part, because while stuff obviously happens during it, it is primarily focused on setting up the universe and establishing characters. So now that that’s done, I get to move into the fun part of messing with everything I’ve established, which is, you know, fun.

Plus, although I didn’t reach my weekend goal of 23,000 words last night (only about 22.3k), I do have today set up as a break day in order to do homework, and I ended up with less homework than I was expecting, so: Look who’s finally going to be all caught up by the end of the day! Hopefully I can even get a little ahead and stay that way throughout this week (but that might just be a pipe dream).

As you’ve probably figured out by now if you’re a regular reader of this blog, my novels pretty much always lean towards the action-y side of YA. Nobody’s really sure how it happened, because I’m really girly and almost literally could not hurt a fly if I tried (I passive-aggressively killed some fruit flies this semester by setting up a trap atop my microwave when they invaded my room, and I have felt guilty for it ever since). But I live for car chases and epic-final-battle climaxes, and the books I chose to bring to college reflect that.

Because I’m in a dorm room, I have very limited space for books, and I can only have a small percentage of my actual personal library with me. So: A tour of the books that made the cut for bringing to college.


My Bookcase

bookshelf 1This is the primary place I store my books at school. It’s divided into semi-themed sections. Which are:


Top Left: Ally Carter & Co.

bookshelf 2The top left cubby has my Ally Carter collection (all signed but United We Spy), plus a few random YAs I haven’t had a chance to read yet, and Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher, just because it fit the slot I had left. The random YAs are Scarlet by Marissa Meyer, The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness, and The Eye of Minds by James Dashner (also signed).


Top Right: Lauren Oliver and Friends

bookshelf 3The top right cubby contains my Lauren Oliver collection (including my signed ARC of Requiem), three of the four books from the Young Authors Give Back Tour (What’s Left Of Me by Kat zhang, Taken by Erin Bowman, and Something Strange and Deadly by Susan Dennard–you’ll see where the fourth tour book is later), and some of the thinner contemporary books I have with me (again, because of fitting-into-the-space reasons): The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky, my signed copy of Shiloh by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor, and The School Story by Andrew Clements. (Not pictured: Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins. Because I think the gremlins stole my copy.) (And by that, I mean that I’m pretty sure I loaned it to mi madre and she hasn’t had a chance to finish reading it yet.)


Center: Rick Freakin’ Riordan

bookshelf 4The center section of my bookcase is dedicated to Rick Riordan. Here we have all five books in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, plus two of the books from Heroes of Olympus: The Son of Neptune and The Mark of Athena. I unfortunately only have The Lost Hero as an e-book, and the big hole to the right, there, is waiting for House of Hades, whenever I can afford to purchase it (or someone makes me really, super happy by buying it for me, instead).


Bottom Left: The Best Thing Since Shakespeare

bookshelf 5Bottom left is Harry Potter by JK Rowling (aka The Queen of Modern Literature). We’ve got all seven books, plus the British edition of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, and The Tales of Beedle the Bard.


Bottom Right: Dystopia and More

bookshelf 6

bookshelf 7Bottom right is The Hunger Games Trilogy by Suzanne Collins, the Divergent Trilogy by Veronica Roth (two copies of each book–the two in the bottom picture are my unsigned copies; the stack in the top picture are signed), the Chronicles of Narnia by CS Lewis, and Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein.

All together, that makes up my bookcase, but it’s not the only place I store books in my room. Half the shelf above my dresser is also dedicated to them.


My Bookshelf: Everything that Didn’t Fit Anywhere Else

bookshelf 8

bookshelf 9

Here I have all the books that didn’t fit into either any of the categories or available spots on my bookcase. Some of these are classics and books from when I was little that I love, some are more how-to/guide book oriented, and a lot of them are books that I’ve been meaning to read/finish reading but just haven’t gotten around to yet.

The furthest left are a few of the literary magazines and collections I’ve been published in, followed by Warner Bros. Studio Tour London – The Making of Harry Potter: The Official Guide, James Harriet’s Animal Stories by James Harriet, The Little Book of London by David Long, Self-Editing for Fiction Writers by Renni Browne and David King, The Action Hero’s Handbook by David and Joe Borgenicht, The Handbook of Practical Spying from the International Spy Museum, and Marley y yo por John Grogan (Spanish edition of Marley and Me, obviously).

After this is 1984 by George Orwell, Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, Inheritance and Brisingr by Christopher Paolini, The Fault in Our Stars by John Green, Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank, The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, the Holy Bible, The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown (I know, I’m terrible), Wool by Hugh Howey, and Yonder by Tony Johnston and illustrated by Lloyd Bloom.

Down in front is The Bard’s Guide to Abuses and Affronts by Mr. William Shakespeare, and Merriam-Webster’s Pocket Dictionary and Spanish-English Dictionary.

And then finally, the one other place I store books in my room (outside of my desk, obviously, which only has school-related books):


The Shelf Beside My Pillow: What I’m Currently Reading

bookshelf 10Usually I have several books plus my Nook stacked here, but since it’s NaNoWriMo, I’ve been trying to limit the temptation. Right now I have the fourth book from the Young Authors Give Back tour here (I told you it would show up eventually), Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas.


There you have it: the books I brought to college! (That just took so long to put together.)

What books do you like to keep around?

day 11