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I'm Back!

Hello any followers/viewers I might still have left! And welcome to any new visitors!

I'm leaving the posts from child-me in case viewers are curious to know what I was like 9 years ago!

I'm revamping this blog into a blog for my readers.

News about my published works, and reviews will be posted here. Additionally, I will post small, lunch-break-sized writings for those of you who might not (at present) have time to read a novel!

Welcome! And hope to enjoy diving into this experience with you!

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Books

Here is a series of books which I enjoy reading which you might like too. 1. The whole of the Warrior Cat series by Erin Hunter 2. The whole of the Redwall series by Brian Jacques 3. The whole of the Elyon series by Patrick Carman 4. The Mistmantle Chronicles by M. I. McAllister 5. Famous Five by Enid Blyton 6. Secret Seven by Enid Blyton 7. The whole of the Narnia series by C. S. Lewis 8. The whole of the Malory Towers series by Enid Blyton 9. The whole of the St. Clares series by Enid Blyton 10. The whole of the Dear America series (Each book has a different author) Here are lists of books that I enjoyed which aren't in a series which you might like. 1. Princess Academy by Shannon Hale 2. Secret Garden by Francis Hudson Burnett 3. A Little Princess by Francis Hudson Burnett 4. Our Only May Amelia by Jennifer L. Holm 5. Caddie Woodland by Carol Ryrie Brink 6. Thunder from the Sea by Joan Hiatt Harlow

Writing Byte #2: A real experience

Today, I flew, and then again… I didn’t. I sped through the air, crossing miles and miles of land and water as if it were nothing, as if it were a mere jaunt to a nearby town. But it wasn’t me . I was simply an observer of a plane, given the view the plane has, and the experience the plane went through, as it did the action of flying through the sky. I simply sat back, and enjoyed the ride… I felt the plane exert its strength, stirring and awakening deep within itself. Then, it moved. It started slow, but soon picked up speed, confident in its course. I gazed in awe as the standing rainwater began to stream past the windows, rippling over the panes in strange, writhing currents. The clouds had formed ranks low in the sky, blocking the path forward, but the plane flew straight, unflinching, determined to take its place in the sky. The night exerted its hold over me, causing me to yawn and lean back in my chair, resting. But a plane never sleeps. The dark pas...

Writing Byte #3: A Carpet

A carpet is a remarkably versatile piece of a house. It’s a comfort to tired feet coming home after a long day. It’s another task for the homeowner, stuck with the work of vacuuming. It’s a cushion for the tumbling children, as they roughhouse their way through childhood. It’s a bed for the pet curled up by the fire. It can have many personalities: a solid color or a patterned design, light or dark, soft or coarse. It may be so familiar that you can pass over it easily in the night, or so new it may surprise your feet as you walk across it. For me, an old carpet is an old friend, and can play an even stranger role: a place for me to position my laptop and my body, and write. But for most, a carpet is so innocuous; they don’t even know it’s there.