27 June 2011
I'm twenty-four years old. I'm still young, but I'm not a kid anymore. If you look at my life in terms of goals met and prizes won, you could say that I've really accomplished very little. 

Deciding to become a writer might have been the most impractical choice I've ever made. So far, it's meant years of hard work without any pay off. While everyone else was starting their careers and making something of themselves, I have been poring over pages and pages of paper.

When you tell someone you want to be a novelist, however kind their response, you can usually see the skepticism in their eyes. Sure, I can explain my passion for storytelling and how I've wanted to do this since I was a little girl. It's still going to sound more like a psychological condition than a smart career move. And that's okay. I'm not doing this to impress anyone... and maybe you do have to be a little crazy to devote your life to something that might never happen.

Time is precious  it cannot be renewed or rewound  and five years is quite a lot of it. But I wouldn't trade what I've written for all the time in the world. Because this isn't just a story I've told. It's an experience I've had. Every sentence holds more meaning to me than anyone will ever know.

I know I'm taking a risk. I know that all of this could come to nothing. But it's a risk that I'm willing to take. I'm doing what I love, what I'm passionate about. I think one could do worse.

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Are you a dreamer like me? What are you passionate about
22 June 2011
Growing up, my role models were Anne Shirley, Pippi Longstocking, and Elizabeth Bennet. I wanted to be like them — bold, ahead of their time, perhaps a bit eccentric, but strong. This image was constantly at odds with the other women I was reading about. I had to wade through a sea of damsels in distress who seemed to just let the world... read more at We Heart YA.
20 June 2011
"When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies." 
— James Matthew Barrie

Welcome to my new blog!

I love beginnings. There's something so refreshing about a blank canvas. Sometimes I'll even go out of my way to start something new or make a change — like rearranging my furniture, or buying a new journal when I don't really need one.

I went through all my old scrapbooks and keepsake boxes this weekend. I sifted through stacks of purple giraffes, hand prints, and bunnies with sticks for legs, searching for the genesis of my creative spark. 

What I found was a collection of beginnings, still sweet with a lingering sense of excitement.

I half expected all those pieces of my past to have faded with my memories, but they're almost perfectly preserved like little windows in time. They bring kindergarten rushing back, and I can still smell the crayons and glue, still hear the other children laughing around me. 

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[what to expect from this blog]

Posts about writing; book reviews; samples of my artwork, poetry, and photography; stories about traveling and adventure; and anything else that happens to spill out of my box of tricks.

You can find out more about me here, or follow me on twitter and tumblr. I'm also a member of We Heart YA.

Here's to a new beginning!


This blog is about everything. It’s a collection of daydreams, fairytales, and hidden treasure. It’s a place for rainy days, stargazing, wonderful nonsense, and impossible things. It’s about passion and faith and nostalgia.
It’s about life.



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