a letter to the lonely (feat. me)

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I went to Regionals for my speech competition, and it was good. One of the days, though, I felt really overwhelmed, and I went outside with some music to hide. Someone found me in my hiding spot, and sat down with me. When I first met her last year, we didn’t get along. It wasn’t anything between us — we just were radically different as people. But as I felt alone in my hiding spot, she simply sat with me and gave me company. Sometimes you just need a person to see you and acknowledge you, without talking. And sometimes, that comes from the people you’d least expect.

Perhaps we’re all a bit lonely inside for human empathy. And perhaps no matter how different we all are, we all need it.

I tried writing some creative non-fiction and liked it enough to post it on here. Maybe it will resonate with the other lonely people. (Sorry for the second person narration.) Continue reading

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Don’t Live in a Fantasy (this world is magical too)

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You know, when I was younger, I never once believed that I was going to live a normal life. I had a strong belief that I would find my very own Narnia somewhere, or someday sprout wings and fly to far off lands.

That hasn’t happened. (Yet.)

But that belief has gotten weaker as I’ve grown older. Now, I have less time to race around in the woods from imaginary creatures. My focus is more on physics and history.

I think that’s why I started writing. My eight year old brain realized that me suddenly being able to have conversations with birds was unlikely, so I wrote stories where I could talk to animals instead. (Though, believe me, I tried for hours to talk to birds.) Continue reading

Age, Time, And More Terrible Realizations That Come Along With Growing Up

I was listening to a bunch of songs from musicals, as one does, and absently listened to Sixteen Going on Seventeen, from the Sound of Music.

And it hit me.  

When I was a kid, I was like “Wow, Liesl is basically an adult, she’s so grown up, yeah she can have a boyfriend.”

*cue maniacal, crazy laughter*

I’M SIXTEEN GOING ON SEVENTEEN. ROLF AND LIESL ARE PRACTICALLY BABIES.

You know you’ve grown up when you become your parents. 

Now, I don’t have a boyfriend to sing the song with me, but hey, that means I don’t have to deal with a boyfriend turning me over to the Austrian authorities. (Backstabber.)

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The Importance of Art

art (high res).jpgHello.  I return.  My absence on this little blog can be accounted for by exactly one thing: the NCFCA.  In case you aren’t in the homeschooled Christian community, it stands for National Christian Forensics and Communications Association.  It’s a fancy way of saying national stress and exhaustion association. (Or basically, speech and debate.)

Anyways, I’ve been traveling to across my state and neighboring states delivering speeches for judges at competitions.  

Now, when picking out my topic for a speech, I looked through the blog archives (and promptly realized I need to go back and clean it out), and found a post that looked promising. (Appreciating the Creative Side {the unfinished sketchbook})

So I wrote a speech.  I illustrated boards and props to go along with it.  And I gave it.  And now I’m making it work for me, and making my blog-post-turned-speech back into a blog post. (As you do.)

Enjoy.


When I was a kid, I wanted to be an artist.  Eventually, reality set in, and I realized two things:

  1.  Artists aren’t paid very well.  And there would be a very likely possibility that I could be a starving artist, doomed to eating ramen noodles for all eternity while mice skittered around the floor.  (A Little Princess style.)
  2. I had little natural talent.

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2018

2018 in review

So today is the day that I let myself be honest about myself on here.   It’s really for me, not anyone else.  

It’s been a crazy year.  There’s been good part and bad parts.  I’ve felt happier than I’ve ever felt before, a happiness I didn’t think I could ever feel.  And I’ve felt lonely and scared.  I’ve taken it day by day. Continue reading

You Know You’re A Writer If

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If you’re a writer, I pity you.

The rest of the world has no idea what you’re doing.  And then you have to try and convince them that you’re not a serial killer.

Writers are a unique breed.  Especially fantasy, sci-fi, dystopian, and all the other speculative fiction writers.

We know things.

*The Twilight Zone theme song starts playing*

Anyway, if you’re a writer, you’ll probably relate.  If you’re not, steal up your courage to take a glance.  You might be enlightened. (Or horrified, but that’s a small consequence.) Continue reading

The Get to Know Me Tag

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Greetings and Salutations!

I am back!

And why not start off the school year with a tag!  Infinitely better than having to say three interesting facts about yourself to the class.  (My go-to is that I’ve never drunk coffee.  That normally angers or confuses people.)

Rules:

  • Link back to the person who created the tag ( Savannah)
  • Thank the person who tagged you (thanks, Catwing!)
  • Share the tag graphic *see above…*
  • Tag eleven bloggers (Welllll… maybe not….)

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Goodbyes (poem)

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I am not leaving, contrary to what it might look like from the title.  I just wanted to try my hand at some free verse poetry.  And I thought some art might go well with it. (I’ll let you be the judge of whether it does or not.)  

It’s a bit of a sad post, I suppose.  But goodbyes often are.

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beautifully me

At first writing this post was more of a therapy/outlet for me.  Then I thought: “Maybe I should post this.”  And I went back and forth between posting this and not.  But Tuesday rolled around and I didn’t have anything to post for Wednesday except this.  So here is a dump about me, and sort of about self love.  

I’ll have a normal post for next week.  I can’t keep spilling my soul on the inter-web XD.  I somehow thought it would be a good idea to post the drawings that I put along with each little blurb.  Please be nice to my bad art :P. Continue reading

random thoughts

 

random thoughts

Today we have a collection of my most random thoughts.  A lot of this is a conglomeration of my thoughts, other peoples thoughts, songs, idk, everything all mixed up with each other until I don’t know what is what.  So I don’t claim these as all my own, but I did think of them.

Dirt is made up of a lot of dead things, composed and buried for years and years.  Yet flowers still grow in it. Continue reading