A new story idea entered my mind this morning. My mermaid story is still my main project, but this one was definitely too good to pass up.

As I saved the sparkley new document in my ‘books’ folder, I realized how many unfinished books I actually have. I’ve been writing on a computer since I was around 9 or 10, just to give you an idea. Taking that into mind, there were only a couple that were completely lost by those awful computer crashes of my childhood. When I was between the ages of 13 and 15, about all I did was start new books. Fanfictions, novels, daydreams, fake journals, everything. They were all new. Sometimes I would even create two or three new stories a day.

Thinking of it that way, I have a lot of unfinished books.

I’ve determined that starting new stories is the best part. The 1/4 mark to the halfway mark is the worst, and then the downhill slide compares to nothing else.

To be completely honest, I haven’t finished many books. Fairy’s Heart is truly the only one that I would consider finished. At least in the way that I wrote The End at the bottom of the page. It took me 3 years to write though, and by the time I finished it at the age of 17, my writing ability had increased drastically. I was so shocked at how horrible my characters actually were and how bland many of the scenes seemed to be. Fairy’s Heart, though still one of my fondest book memories, sits on the shelf waiting for me to start from scratch again. 

Looking through that folder, I am falling in love with the stories again. But I need to stick to the ones I’m on now. The mermaid one, and now this completely unknown one that I came up with this morning. I hope, pray, and pine for another finished book. I crave the ability to write ‘The End’ on another story. 15,000 words? 75,000 words? 120,000? I don’t care how long the novel is. I want to find the ending one day. I owe it to these beautiful characters.

To the other writers out there, what do you do to get yourself to the ending point? How do you keep the shiny objects of new story ideas in the background for a later date?


Resolutions of 2014

The beginning of 2014 marks many things for me. One of them being that this blog is a year old. I started it as part of a new years resolution (that I really didn’t want to call that) to write an hour a day and find other writer friends on the internet. The first one was a ludicrous goal that I didn’t succeed at. The second one kind of worked.

This year, I’m going to give in and make resolutions. I’m not going to be afraid to call them that, either. Because 2013 sucked and I don’t feel like doing anything the same as last year.

So, without further ado, here are my resolutions. Both insane and feasible. 

1. Smash the insecurities!

    I smash because I despise them. They were the biggest hinderance of 2013 there was. I was hurt by many people I cared about this year and a list of insecurities that would fill up a bucket after being shredded to bits took over me. I can’t live with them. They’re going away. The end.

2. Smile!

    This one falls into place with the last one. I forgot how to smile for a long while this year. There’s not really another way to put it. I was miserable and I had no idea how to get out. Now that a smile is possible again, I never want to lose it. But I’m having problems getting it on my face as often as it was there last year…. I’d like to fix that. I’d love to be the happy person I was only a year ago.

3. Read 30 books this year.

   I’m not a particularly slow reader, but I’m not a speedy one. I want to read more. It’s the best stress relief ever for me. 30 books sounds possible for me, so I’m going to attempt it. I even discovered to help me with this goal. 

4. Finish writing two books. 

   I love to write. This one shouldn’t have to be a resolution. But it is. Because well, I have a problem with things like Netflix. 

5.  Keep room clean…

I like to think of myself as somewhat of a clean person. Then I look at my room and realize that’s a lie.


Those are the things I’d like to accomplish. Most of them seem somewhat dooable. Right? Well, I’m hoping so.

I wanted to thank all of my 50 stalkers for existing. I know there aren’t many who actually read these, and I know many of them don’t actually log in. It still makes me smile and gives me hope for the future. And for that, I wanted to give each and every one of you an internet hug – because hugs freak me out somewhat. Hugs take effort, people!


So, here’s to a much happier blog from me this year. Thank you for sticking with me, even though the insanity I called my life. You guys helped me through a lot. 

Happy 2014!