talking about everything that comes to mind // i go from general life to audiobooks and then to…language?

Hello world. It’s me.

I’ve decided to pop on for a bit and have some fun with this very stale blog. Except I don’t really know what to talk about and all the post ideas I’m thinking of are not enticing me at all.

So! What we shall do is indulge in a bit of rambling. I have no agenda, no structure, no idea how this post is going to end up, which hopefully means that it might turn out to be something rather interesting.

Or it’s just going to be me stringing a lot of meaningless sentences together.

I don’t know. But let’s see, shall we?

Sharing A Random Story I Wrote At Midnight

Inspiration strikes at the most inopportune moment sometimes.

Perhaps you’re a writer as well, and you’ve had those moments when sleep is forgotten so that you may write the randomest thing that comes to mind at ridiculous hours of the night. It’s absurd and a little frustrating afterwards because I’m 98% confident that I will never finish writing this midnight inspiration, so why should I lose sleep over it?

But alas, sometimes you must succumb to the urge, otherwise you won’t sleep at all as you’ll be thinking about the story all night long. I figured that even if I never finish writing it, it’ll still be perfect for generating blog content, so here we are.

1700 words, just over 4 pages, set in a fantastical city during a fantastical holiday season with the beginnings of court and royal drama.

Personally, I actually like the idea of the story, and I would have loved to read it if it was a finished book, but we’ll see if I ever do move anywhere with it.

In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this look into a new world.

reacting to my old writing (TATMIAU pt. 4)

Welcome back to the blog, friends! Today, I’ll be doing part 4 of my reaction to my old story, Tessa and the Murder in Avon, Utah.

If you haven’t already, check out parts one, two, and three to see the first parts of the story and learn the full history of my so-far-very-short-lived-wannabe writing career.

I started this story when I was about 10 or 11 years old and it’s supposed to be a Nancy Drew kind of mystery. So far, we’ve had a weird creepy guy with a moving black bag, moody teenager issues, and cringe galore, so this will probably be a continuation of all of that.

This might take a while, so let’s get started!

reacting to my old…writing (TATMIAU pt. 3)

It’s been so long since the last installment of this, but I just feel like critiquing myself, so here we are again.

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Good afternoon everyone! I hope you’re all doing well. As the title suggests, today I will be reacting to part 3 of Younger Me’s writing called Tessa and the Murder in Avon, Utah.

If you missed the first and second parts of this series, be sure to check it out because it’s really funny and also includes the previous parts of the story that I’ve already critiqued.

This always ends up being a little embarrassing but still super fun, so sit tight, and let’s see how part 3 of this disaster of a book will go!

note: me being salty or “mean” to my younger self is all in fun, so don’t take it too seriously!

reacting to my old…writing (TATMIAU pt 2)

in this post: Younger Me continues to be a rather cringy writer

honestly, what else did I expect?

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Welcome back to this series, friends!! I hope you’re doing well.

In the first post of this series, I shared the stats of this story that Younger Me wrote and some backstory regarding my love of writing and what I told stories about as a child. I also dissected the first 2 pages and a third of this book that I called Tessa and the Murder in Avon, Utah. I think it was a pretty funny post, so if you missed it, go give it some love!

I’m not going to make this a lengthy intro, so let’s get right into the second part of this disaster!

(in case you didn’t realize, this is all in fun and me being salty or super critical is part of it! don’t worry, i still love and cherish 10 yro Younger Me no matter how embarrassing she was ❤)