~my aesthetic~


I saw this on a few other blogs, and was inspired to create an aesthetic post of my own because I’m running out of ideas. because I liked it.

image one: astronaut with plants.  I like plants.  I have two in my room, but I want more.  Plants make everything happy it seems.  I seem to kill everything I touch.  I had one of those terrarium plants that live in a sealed jar.  Its lived for three years.  Then, last month, I saw that the leaves had shriveled.  I don’t know why, maybe a contaminant got in.  moral: living in an isolated environment seems to protect you, but it kills you in the end. Continue reading


Appreciating the Creative Side {the unfinished sketchbook}

appreciating the creative side

Hello people of the internet who read this tiny little blog.  (Glad you’re here.  Salutations.)

Recently I’ve been moving this blog in the direction of a more personal/lifestyle/idk themed blog.  I originally started this as a writing blog, and there will still be a lot of those posts.  But now there’s a lifestyle vibe to it.  (Does anyone still use the word vibe?  I like it.)

A little while ago, I published a post on perfectionism.  This is kind of a follow-up, but not really post.  (I actually had this idea before the perfectionism one, but haven’t written it.)

I have a lot of unfinished sketchbooks.

Some are filled half way, some only have a few pages filled, and some are missing pages.

The reason is this:  I get upset at myself for not creating quality art, and cannot stand to look at it anymore.  So after I get a decent way into a sketchbook, I get frustrated at the old, bad drawings, and have to start a new one.

I have this idea of a perfect sketchbook.  Each page is filled with sketches, but they’re actually good sketches.  Faces have the correct proportions, hands look like hands, and each piece makes you feel something.  (Besides apathy and this-is-terribleness.)

I’ve always been a little upset that I am not great at the math/science side of things.  I can do it, but it doesn’t come naturally, and I procrastinate. Continue reading

Babysitting the Hacker 2!

Adobe Spark babysit

Nothing says love like spies, crime, prison, and death.

My type of Valentine’s day.

Babysitting the Hacker remains one of my most popular short stories.  It’s one of the few times I’ve attempted humor, and I’m frankly surprised that it even worked.  It’s been a year, and since then I’ve gotten requests to continue it.  I never did because I liked the way it ended, and sequels are rarely as good as the first.

But here we are.

With a sequel.

For those of you who are new, babysitting the hacker’s premise is:

We have all these crime-fighting kids in books and movies, but really, how many eight year olds are going to be on the streets by themselves while working?  It’s crazy.  Someone has to babysit.

Lavender, a child genius, ended up on our doorstep.  She was one of the best, even before training.  But she was eight.  Therefore, I, Chase, was tasked with the job of babysitting a scary-smart, little ninja of a girl.  Things got a little crazy sometimes.  Actually, a lot of times.

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Adventures in Perfectionism

adventures in perfectionism

Anyone who knows me could tell you that I am a perfectionist.  Not an obsessive perfectionist, but you know, an obsessive perfectionist.

Most of the perfectionist thoughts are aimed at making me a perfect human.  This can be very damaging.

But it can also be good.

If there’s something I’m bad at, I’ll often throw myself into the thing until it’s better.  

I have a few fears, like everyone does.  But instead of avoiding them, I say to myself, “Wouldn’t it be a great idea to conquer the fears, so you’re not a weak human?  You need to be strong and perfect.”

This has gotten me into some unpleasant situations. Continue reading


Allegiance Blog Tour!


I have the pleasure to take a part in the blog tour for Disowned, book one in the Allegiance series by Sarah Addison-Fox today!

I’ve been in a reading slump lately, and wasn’t expecting too much from the book, to be honest.  I started reading this book, and read. all. night.  Seriously, I was up way past midnight reading this. 

So I’m super excited to give you my review of the book 😀

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Quirky Character Quirks

It snowed here.  It only snows a few times here, and the snow isn’t that great typically.  But we got a several inches, and I went out for a while.

Small thoughts:

  • snow covered trees change the whole landscape
  • fog on snow is really pretty (not if you’re skiing, then it’s terrifying)
  • my dog could be a model for a hallmark Christmas card.  he likes to sit and stare up at the falling snow.
  • that crunch when you step on dry snow
  • it’s so quiet outdoors (unless you’re one of those people who like to scream to break the silence)

While I was outside, I was thinking about characters.  I half expected to find a lamp post in the middle of my woods, but that sadly didn’t happen.  I wondered if I’d be able survive if I did find Narnia, considering that a lot of the food there (turkish delight for example) would not be good.  On one hand, the evil White Witch wouldn’t bother me because I don’t eat sweets, but on the other, could I survive? Continue reading


Liebster Award (again)

Hello all, I’ve been nominated for the Liebster award. (twice it seems.)

So I’m doing both nominations now.  

The Rules:

1. Acknowledge the blog(s) that gave it to you and display the award.  headintheclouds913.wordpress.com and reflectionsonglasssite.wordpress.com

2. Answer the 11 questions that the blogger gives you.

3. Give 11 random facts about yourself.

4. Nominate 11 blogs.

5. Notify those blogs of their nomination.

6. Give them 11 questions to answer. Continue reading


an end

an end 2
Now the night is coming to an end
The sun will rise and we will try again
Stay alive, stay alive for me
You will die, but now your life is free
Take pride in what is sure to die
I will fear the night again
I hope I’m not my only friend
Stay alive, stay alive for me
You will die, but now your life is free
Take pride in what is sure to die
-truce, twenty øne piløts
End (noun): a point that marks the extent of something, the point where something ceases to exist, an outcome worked toward, cessation of a course of action, pursuit, or activity.
2017 has come to an end.

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Animals + Fantasy

I thought this day would never come.  I actually posted an art post.  *cue applause*  I had the wonderful idea to combine fantasy elements like wings and horns to normal animals.  I started this last year, with the cat/dragon, and then never continued.  

Then a few days ago, I did all at once.  This is, by far, the longest amount of time I have spent working on a post. 

(Note:  I’m calling these concept art.  Not final products by any means.) Continue reading


the witch’s children- part two

witch's children

Hello!  If you somehow didn’t realize that I posted a part one, this could be confusing.  So please read part one before part two. 

But here’s where we left off last time, in case you forgot:

“Well, one thing’s for certain: they won’t take you away while I’m still alive.”  I wondered why the villagers cared so much about rescuing the children from me, a “monster,” when they did nothing to rescue the children from the real monsters in the village.

“Gather the children and have them get inside the cottage,” I directed Tara, putting the stuffed toy to the side.  

“What about you?”  Ash asked.

“I’m going out to meet them.” Continue reading