Happy Holidays!

As Christmas and other holidays approach I wanted to wish everyone Merry Christmas! I hope all holidays are celebrated with love and care. I thought I would share some pictures of the way my tree is decorated just for fun.

Happy Holidays! :)

Holiday Season

Since fall semester has ended I have dived myself back into nothing else except writing and spending quality time with my dear friends and family. While working on my next novel I realized I have to mention the holiday season in this particular story or else the plot gets a bit messy. This is how I came to the realization today that writing about holidays or elaborate celebrations are difficult! Imagery isn't the issue in this situation for me, but what has become an issue is trying to determine whether or not I've written far too much about the kinds of ornaments hanging from a tree or if I was too vague about the arrangement of presents. After reading over the same five pages and editing, I finally deleted about three pages and let out a sigh of frustration. Even though the next week or two are about to be filled with family visiting and friends hanging out, I'm still going to try to make fun updated post on here. I'm even considering sharing a few holiday pictures. I like to hope that through it all I finally make that one holiday scene in the new story just right.

Day Seven: Thankful for Writing

To end the lovely week of openly expressing my gratitude, it is time to acknowledge the one thing that has saved me the most, writing. For a number of years of my life there has been no greater joy for me than what I have found in written words. In the moments I feel weak I pick up a pen and my journal, curl up in a comfortable area, and in a few hours my mood isn't as foul as when I started. Writing has also given me a chance to express my happiness in so many words, sometimes I feel such enthusiasm that my words don't seem to do me justice so I edit and edit my sentences until they get as close to the accurate emotions in me. Above anything else, writing has given me purpose. There's been a lot of moments where I doubt myself and wonder about the direction my life is actually going. I worry that I may not be good enough to achieve all the dreams I keep in my mind and I often run away from some of my fears because it's too scary to think about the possibility of failure trying to fight them off. However, I think about the fact that I've managed to become a self-published author at such a young age and I feel...blessed. I'm not anywhere near being considered famous or well-known, but I do feel within me that writing is what I'm meant to do. I know I'm capable of being a writer that gives people a safe space to escape into their own imagination and hopefully finish my novels with inspiration in their minds and an ounce more of kindness in their hearts. If I weren't writing I think I would be in a depression far worse than what I occasionally deal with now. I'm thankful for the art of writing and I hope I never have to experience a world without it.