It has been MUCH too long (five months, to be exact) since I’ve updated all of you lovelies on my writing and what I’m working on. Now as you may remember from my previous posts, I was struggling with my work in progress. Compared to my first novel (YA Speculative Fiction with elements of Science Fiction), it was difficult transitioning to my WIP (YA Historical Fiction with Fantasy).

This was hard for me, because no matter how hard I tried, the words wouldn’t come. The ones that did felt awkward and robotic. I was terrified I would never be able to write another book.

Looking back, I can say these blocks were a cause of both stress and unnecessary amounts of pressure. I wasn’t allowing myself the time to soak in this world, to truly understand my characters and their stories. I was trying to force myself to write, all while I was caught up in the issues of petty problems and people. I was forgetting how it felt to be alive. To believe in magic.

After going through a few personal problems (including dozens of rejections for my first book), I again realized how important my stories are to me. I thought of my characters, the stories I have and have not yet written. I wondered what they would do, how they would feel in my situation. And I knew they would try again, even if it meant getting hurt and rejected again and again.

Once July rolled in, words began pouring from my fingertips. My characters roamed my daydreams and nighttime thoughts. They became these living beings who I couldn’t get enough of, much like how I felt with my first book. I almost cried with joy when my word count swiftly kept spiking by the thousands.

I was back, and I now know that no matter what struggles I go through, I will always return to my true loves.

So now, as of July 19, I have written about 65k words for my WIP, putting about 1k towards it almost every day. I also edited my first novel, taking it down from 93k to 90k. I’m awaiting feedback from a friend, then I plan to query once again. I’ve been staying up until midnight or one, my eyes wide like a mad scientist. (No but really, I talk to myself in accents and dance to music and scribble random notes and I should maybe be concerned??? Nah.) I feel wild and happy and free.

I cannot even begin to describe what my work in progress has already taught me. It has flooded my heart with emotions both new and old. It has strengthened my soul and given me hope. I love diving into this world and watching these characters blossom. I look forward to completing their story and hopefully one day sharing it with the rest of you.

But in the meantime, I can share a few snippets. A couple of notes about my WIP: it takes place in 16th century Scotland, along with a magical island. Girls supports girls. There are wild children and a boy with very long lashes who will make you SWOON. (But also can be childish and selfish and stupid because #nobodyisperfectinmyworld.) There also might be dragons. *smirks evilly*




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That was quite a lengthy and somewhat emotional update, but I hope it inspired or influenced any of you fellow writers (or artists) out there who may be struggling. Just know that when you are passionate about something, it will always return to you, and you must believe that.

Also, please let me know what you thought of my snippets! I would love to hear your thoughts or feedback. And to all of you artists, I would love to hear what you’re working on and how it’s going. It’s important for us creative people to stay motivated and inspire one another. Don’t be afraid to share your successes and failures. It’s makes us stronger.










where every bloom and bud blush with the rise of the sun, dancing in their dresses of coral and cotton candy. Where every field you pass is overflowing with pink. So much pink that it seems the earth is exposing its heart, and you can watch it beat, beat, beat.

And in the cage of your ribs, your heart flourishes with thousands of new blooms. All spilling over with petals of rouge and rose. Though they may wilt and fade, they will grow once again, and it will be as though you are alive for the first time.



its fingers splaying around the trunk. It crawls up the bark and branches, into the crevasses of wood. The vine splits into twos and threes and fours, wrapping around the bundles of leaves. It twists and pulls, suffocating the tree beneath. It does not stop until all air has left the lungs of the beast. Until it splits and cracks, disintegrating into dust.

The vines fall onto their knees, heaving for breath. But they are not yet finished. They rise back onto their feet and grow over the ash of the tree. And it is as though there was never even a tree there to begin with.


within every petal upon this earth. If you peer closely enough, you can see the great ball of fire at the heart of each flower, shimmering in rays of gold and copper. You must be careful of its beauty, for it may leave a burn on your flesh.

The petals will tumble, the stem will wobble, and the heart of the flower will sink into the soil, waiting to rise once again. Our planet is scattered with pieces of the sun, scorching the lands with each billow of the wind. It is here and there and everywhere, but only if you look close enough. Only if you are burned.



the wind held still. It could not fathom how many lives it had taken. Millions of leaves scattering, crumbling to pieces, littering the lands. With each step and breath, there was only death.

But upon these beds of death, new seedlings form. They spring through the dirt, push through clusters of bones and fallen buildings. Through hundreds of old worlds to a land that is brand new.

So know that with every last leaf, a new world is budding. And it is beautiful.



Well. This was very different from my usual blog posts, but as I’ve said before, I want to break out of my shell and try new things. This is my first photo series (so to speak) and a new way to exude my creative writing.

The lovely Cait @ Paper Fury tagged me to do the #booksandflowers on Instagram. I’ve participated in this tag before on Instagram, but I had the sudden wonder of, what if I make this into a blog post? And so, that idea blossomed into the post here before you. I must say, I am quite happy with how it all turned out.

I hope all of you enjoyed this post, despite it being different from the usual. If you did like this post, do let me know and I may create more in the future. I love receiving feedback and hearing your opinions on my work. It helps me grow into a stronger writer and photographer and most importantly, a better person.

I’m wishing you all a magical week filled with colorful blooms (and good books, too)!





On March 27, 2016 I created my blog. At this point in my life, I was reading (for fun) for about a year and a half with a total of approximately one hundred and twelve books read in total. Along with that, I completed writing my first novel and began sending it out to fellow readers and writers for feedback.

I was becoming absorbed in this literary life of mine. It became my everything: the blood to my heart, the air to my lungs, the smile to my cheeks. I fell in love with the books in my hands and the stories roaming my mind. But I needed a place to pour out all of my thoughts and emotions as both a reader and a writer. Somewhere bigger than Instagram or the one hundred and forty characters in a tweet.

So I created this blog.

Little did I know this literary life of mine would consume my everything. How it would open doors I never expected to be unlocked with my hands. How it would fill me with a passion that only continues to grow every day.

I would never think a year from March 27, 2016 this little website of mine would have over three hundred and sixty followers. I never expected my Instagram to grow from a couple of hundred followers to one thousand and six hundred followers. That’s a lot of people taking the time to stop and read what I have to say.

Not only have social media outlets (and most importantly, the amount of amazing people I’ve met through here) grown immensely, but I have achieved things that still surprise myself. Many great and beautiful things that I don’t appreciate as much as I should.

So here’s a list of things I have accomplished within this one year. The dreams that have come true and the trophies I have won.



  • I finished writing my second novel, which was originally going to be the sequel to my first, but after receiving feedback from both friends and agents, I decided that this was the book. And this morning, before I even realized it was my blogiversary, I began querying for this novel I’m so very proud of.

  • I’ve read a total of one hundred and eighty-two books, all of which have broadened my mind and heart to new things. Whether I liked or dislike a story, it always teaches me something.

  • For my 18th birthday, my sister and a dear friend took me to Redmond, Washington where elements of my novel took place. I walked the same streets my characters did. I stood before the sign they passed by when they would enter the town, the gorgeous trees and scenery they soaked in with each step. I even stood before this treehouse that I used in my novel, and my god, it was surreal.


  • Taking photos of books all day led me to discover my passion for photography. I’m now a freelance photographer and work for a couple of amazing small businesses. I hope to pick up more jobs and continue photographing the world and all the beautiful people in it.

  • I’m writing my second novel (third, if we’re counting my first novel, but I now like to think of that as a practice manuscript). It’s a loose retelling of Mary Queen of Scots with elements from classic fairy tales. This novel has proven difficult to write because it is so different from my first book and I’m still attached to my old story and set of characters. But now that I’ve started querying, I feel like I can finally let go and place all of my attention to these characters who very much deserve it.

  • When I was in Washington, I also got these tattoos to represent my first novel. So now matter where I go, I can look down at my wrists and remember the world and characters I created. To remember how I’ve grown since becoming a writer and how this story has changed me in many (positive) ways. To remember to be brave and free.


  • I have met and connected with so many magical beings. I’ve also met a few rotten ones, but they’ve only made me stronger and braver. Whether someone left a positive or negative footprint upon me, it has only inspired me to be kinder, work harder, and simply maintain my own happiness. Because I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s.



I cannot begin to grasp onto the words to thank all of you enough. No gathering of letters seems strong enough to describe the amount of gratitude I hold towards each and every one of you who have supported my dreams and influenced my being. I suppose all I can say is thank you, and that I feel so lucky to have this abundance of support and love. I had no idea my blogiversary was today, but it couldn’t have come at a better time.

Yesterday was the beginning of a new week and the final touches on my novel. Today was the beginning of query land and my blogiversary. Tomorrow is also a special day for me, the beginning of a newer, broader, and more positive mindset. You’ll just have to wait and see what it is, but it may have something to do with ink. *wink*

You know, it’s easy to get caught up in everyday life and forget how far I’ve come, but it’s moments like these that remind me how much I’ve grown and seen. How there’s so much more to come. And without all of you, I wouldn’t be here. So, with all the love and magic, THANK YOU.