Little writer, why do you write?

Making fake stories out of all in sight.

That piece of paper is not what it seems–

That ink is really blood and broken dreams.

You’ve been rejected, can’t count no more.

Your writings are all that which you tore.

You keep on going, you’re on a high,

You can’t see fire; You don’t know why

But stories live in you and that’s all you know.

It’s what you’ve breathed, it’s how you grow.

These people aren’t just words on a white page,

They’re souls you’ve made, freed from a cage.

They’ve breathed the breath of given life

And they’re never leaving, but giving strife.

Have you ever loved what you should hate

That which ruled your shady fate?

This is how it is for us,

Crave that which can make us puss,

Want that which chokes from behind,

Toss the fruit, keep the rind.

It hurts to love but keeps us real

If we do that which makes us feel.

This is the fate of those who write;

This is our lovely, desolate plight.




I never wanted to grow up–

While my friends dreamed of

Cars and

Boys and


I was content with my dolls

And my daydreams

And Elmo.

I wore pigtails with pride

And romped the world,

Gathering dandelions,

Riding bikes,

Shying away from boys.

But we all age

Regardless of

Whether we want to or not.

Six became seven and eight and nine …

I found my spot at twelve, grew a few inches at thirteen.

I had my first foolish crush at fourteen

And by fifteen I had tossed him away and

Declared myself a spinster.

Then sixteen came around

And I met him.

The quiet boy, good looking, but not flashy.

I didn’t know what to think of him at first

But then I thought

Gah–he could never like me.

And that’s when I grew up.

Sixteen stretched on for a mighty while.

I thrived then because there was

No tension,

No possibility.

But then …

Could it be possible?

Oh, why must we grow up?

Why do we trade our

Trees for dreams of brick houses;

Our ponies for minivans;

Our baby dolls for real, live babies that have “our eyes” and “his nose.”

Why must the princes become

A single boy–

A silly, oblivious boy

Who dreams of wrangling clouds?

He dreams not of

Children and

Houses and


Oh yes, he knows it’s in the future.

But he’s content.

Why can’t I be content?

Why do things become so


When we age?

We thought maturity brought


But it doesn’t.

It brings shackles–

The shackles of uncontrollable love,

Of tears that wet pillows behind closed doors,

Of memories from silly things thrown at us from day to day.

We are in


Bondage to our age, to our stupid fantasies,

To the boy who thinks less of us

Than we do of him.


I will not age any further.

Give me my baby dolls,

My tree houses,

My fantasies;

I want my ponies,

And my pigtails,

The scraped knees

And the splinters.

I want the prince

That never came

And that never will.


My Latest Book } A Little Intro

I wrote my first full-length novel about two years ago. You may ask yourself, “Well what has she been doing since then?”

And that, my friend, is an excellent question.

You see, I only realized the other day (no joke) that if I want to be an author, I need to keep writing. Therefore, I took the latest idea I had scrambling around my head and I just wrote. I wrote and wrote and wrote. And now I am up to 52 glorious pages.

Only two-hundred-something to go. *cowers under chair*

I just wanted to introduce you guys to my novel. He’s a shy little guy, kinda small, but he has great potential.


1. Which came first: characters or plot idea? Are you a plotter or a pantser?

The plot idea definitely came first. I’ve always loved reading fairytale retellings so I wanted to take a stab at one myself. To Follow Him is a snazzy jazzy retelling of The Pied Piper. Furthermore, I AM A PANTSER. All the way. I tried to write with a plotline once and it did not work. I felt absolutely lost and deprived of my creativity.

2. Do you have a title and/or a “back-cover-blurb?”

I do not yet have a back cover blurb since I am only fifty pages in, a pantser, and therefore have no idea what in the world is going to happen in this book. I do have a title though: To Follow Him. I’ll probably change it.

 3. What wordcount are you aiming for when your novel is finished?

Well, my last book was nearly 73,000 so I’d like to challenge myself to get to 80 or even 90k. Of course, if I don’t need the extra twenty thousand words I can do without it.

4. Sum up your novel in 3 sentences.

A boy controlled by magic. A girl controlled by circumstances. The end of Hamelin as we know it.

5. Sum up your characters in one word each.

Emeline (main character): Broken

Quarter: Sarcastic

Mrs. Pfenning: Bookworm

Mrs. Huber: Maternal

Aloisa: Innocent

Stefan: Optimistic

6. Which character are you most excited to write? Tell us about them!

Quarter is super fun to write because he has this amazing sarcasm. And actually, his sense of humor kinda belongs to me you know so I’m the genius with the amazing humor. But that’s beside the point.

7. What about your villain? Who is he, what is his goal?

This book is man vs. himself conflict so, in essence, there is no villain.

8. What is your protagonist’s goal? And what stands in the way?

Ultimately, all Emeline wants is freedom from lies and deceit. In her mind, she just wants Aloisa safe. But her main goal goes hand and hand with this. The mayor of Hamelin stands in the way. He’s an oaf, but no one wants to cross him.

9. What inciting incident begins your protagonist’s journey?

When Emeline summons the piper, everything begins.

10. Where is your novel set.

Germany in the 1700s. Yeah, that’s gonna take some research.

11. What are three big scenes in your novel that change the game completely?

I haven’t gotten that far enough to be able to decide on that.

12. What is the most dynamic relationship your character has? Who else do they come in contact with or become close to during the story?

Emeline and Quarter have this amazing chemistry that just pops off of the page. There are many other characters with which Emeline shares a special bond but MAN her and Quarter are like WHOA!

13. How does your protagonist change by the end of the novel?

By the end of the novel, I hope that Emeline is free and realizes that things in life do not, and should not, control you. You should be balanced in every aspect of your life, not obsessive over books or statuettes or whatnot (although I say a hardy amen to all those bookworms out there ’cause I’m one of ’em).

14. Do you have an ending in mind, or do you plan to see what happens?

I do have an ending in mind but I don’t know if it will fit. It’s rather depressing, so I’ll just have to see if I feel ruthless the day I type THE END.

15. What are your hopes and dreams for your book? What impressions are you hoping this novel will leave on your readers and yourself?

I hope that my book will make people realize what Emeline realized–that balance can set you free. There are also undercurrents of other threads of thought that I hope a savvy reader will catch. I’ve dropped all kinds of valuable nuggets in there. And no one will probably ever understand them.

Questions from Paper Fury.