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reading list // 2016

Hey there!

This year one of my goals is to read 35 books, something I didn’t accomplish in 2015, and I’m hoping to make more time for reading now than i did last year. So, I have chosen some books to start off with, and if you have any suggestions, I’d love to hear them!


  1. Here There Be Dragons // James A. Owen // Mikaela got me this, plus a ton of others, for Christmas, and so far I’m really enjoying it.
  2. Persuasion // Jane Austen // I have read two of Miss Austen’s works thus far in my life, and now I’m trying to add this one to my list.
  3. Snoop // Sam Gosling // this is a book I started to read at my brother’s house during our Christmas visit last year.
  4. The Four Loves // C.S. Lewis
  5. All of Grace // Charles Spurgeon
  6. Les Miserables // Victor Hugo // I’m not sure I’m going to get through this one this year…
  7. The Last Dickens // Matthew Pearl //another gift from Mikaela
  8. Fool’s War // Sarah Zettel
  9. Freefall to Fly // Rebekah Lyons
  10. Resistance // Jaye L. Knight
  11. The House I Loved // Tatiana de Rosnay // another gift 🙂
  12. The Great Divorce // C.S. Lewis
  13. The Moorchild // Eloise McGraw
  14. Hearts Awakening // Delia Pair
  15. I, Coriander // Sally Gardiner

I still need 19 books, so again, I’d love more suggestions! Thank you for reading!



w a n d e r l u s t

I think I’ve settled in too well. I’m too used to being lukewarm, and too used to being safe, and I ache to be aflame, even though it’s sure to be painful, but grace is a healing power.

My soul is pulling me away, tugging me away from this place, and while I’m willing, at times my body stiffens at the thought of poverty and squalor, and I’m scared that I won’t cope well, cause I’m a girl with big dreams and a soft heart and a willing spirit but a sinful nature inclined to holding back and being fearful of change and uncomfortableness.

I need to go. To wrench my heart away from the comfort of every day life, and to leave the people I care about most. To tramp into an unknown place and feel out of place  and way out of my comfort zone because really that’s how you grow and live, by overcoming those certainly-coming lapses of faith and leaps of fear, lifting your spirit by bringing to mind what you’re living for and especially who you’re living for because His grace is sufficient.

Maybe I’ll learn to never settle for less and to dream bigger and to pray constantly and to never forget that it’s His will not mine and that the reason I’m alive is to bring glory to His name not mine and maybe to be a light for others is all I’ve ever been meant for, if it’s by speaking or hugging or traveling to the other side of the world and living apart from everything familiar  and giving my life for His sake because even though it’s not much, it’s all I have to give, and it’s not even mine anymore, if it ever was, because it’s been His for a while now.

~ from my journal

making time for writing


Is writing sometimes a love-hate relationship for you?

It is for me.

At times I’m drawn into the thrill of creating worlds, forming people who play out the stories in my mind. I love writing heart-touching words, but often my writing seems flat to me. Sometimes I yearn to write poetry that speaks to people, and touches them in some way. How do I find the words?
Some days I can write a thousand or two words, and others I can barely manage a sentence or two.


Making Time for Writing

I always need to spend time writing, but somehow things get away from me. Here are some ideas that may help us both!

1. Get up early.

I have to admit, I’m a night owl. I’d much rather write on into the night than get up early.

If you are a morning person, or like getting up early, utilize that fact! Set your alarm an hour, or ten minutes, before you usually get up, and write.  Your mind is freshest and the most rested in the morning, so try to dedicate as much time as you can to writing then.

2.Write every day.

Trying to write everyday can be a hassle. Stuff comes up, life gets in the way, and we slow down.

Try setting an appointment on your phone. Use your calendar, or your reminders. Set a time every day, and no matter what, sit down and write. That is the most important thing in writing, and finishing. Just make sure you do it.

3. Retreat from distractions.

I get distracted easily, and often get pulled into social media instead of actually writing. Usually Pinterest. But hey, that’s researching right? It is for me, anyway, but I still need to have a certain time for that, and not while I’m supposed to be writing.

If you have a bedroom with a door that locks, take advantage of it’s abilities. Grab a pad of paper and a pen, or a laptop, whatever you use to write, lock your door, and just write. Try to ignore minor things that come up, but if your mom is calling you to get downstairs since you forgot to empty the trash, or a client is insistently trying to get your attention by calling your phone repeatedly, you should probably go downstairs, and/or answer your phone.

If you don’t like writing in your bedroom, ask your family to leave you alone while you write elsewhere. Or drive to a coffee shop and write there.

4. Schedule .

How important is writing to you? How many words a day are you hoping to produce? Do you want to make a living out of writing?
Figure out the answers to these questions, and plan accordingly. If you’re hoping to write three thousand words today, it’s going to take you longer than ten short minutes. Probably more like seven hours, if you’re like me.

5. Be accountable

If you have a writing buddy, utilize them, too! If you live near them, ask them to come ovKer, and if they agree, find somewhere to work that is fairly distractionless, and just start writing. You guys can keep each other accountable, and help each other with little issues that need to be worked out. This could also work over Skype, FaceTime, the phone, or just over the internet, if you’d like.

There are my five tips for making time for writing. What are yours?



NaNoWriMo 2014

This November I wanted to write 50,000 words, start and finish my new novel, Amylunyn, and be super proud of myself.
To me it seemed that it would be an ordinary month, just with a lot of extra writing. I decided a few weeks before hand that I wanted to use a method called Reverse NaNoWriMo, where you begin with writing 3,000+ words the first while, gradually decreasing the amount each day.
I was so excited; I created a secret Pinterest board, wrote out tens of thousands (ok, fine. not quite that many.) of plot ideas, even wrote up a list of extra names.

It was 11:30 pm on October 31. I had decided to wait until the next morning to start writing, but, alas, ideas kept popping up in my head. I tossed and turned, keeping an eye on the clock, until midnight came around. NaNoWriMo had begun!

I sighed, and climbed out of my warm bed, while trying not to disturb my sister who slept across the room from me.
I turned on my computer, which I had just shut down forty five minutes earlier, and wrote the first thousand words of my story. I don’t think that first part flows very well, or makes much sense, but at least I got off to a pretty good start, right?
Then I wen back to bed. Ten minutes later, a good idea hit me, so, with another good natured(for the most part) sigh, I got out of bed again, and I turned on my computer again, and wrote another five hundred words. I fell back into bed, and slept soundly until seven am. On November 1 I wrote more then 4,000 words, which pasted a smile on my face for the rest of that day. By the time I hit 20,000 words on the twelfth, I was a little less excited, but still going strong.

Then our cousins were coming, and I spent all day getting ready for them, and stayed up until four am to see them. I suppose I could have written, but whatever I would have gotten down would be gibberish. After that, I wrote barely anything. School was taking up a lot of time, and singing in a choir, and and I was hanging out with my cousins.
Total, I think I wrote about 21,000 words in November.
About 29,000 less than what I had wanted, but I’m ok with it. It’s only 6,000 words less than Elira, which took me about seven months to write, so that made me pretty happy. And anyway, I had promised a friend of mine not to be mad at myself for not completing my daily goals, so I’m not upset. I’ll tackle the rest of Amylunyn slower, and got it done soon enough.

Now, though, it will be Christmas soon, and I’ll most likely not be doing much writing then, but who knows? Maybe God wants me to publish Elira by Christmas! And you know, if that is His will, nothing can stop Him.



meet gora

Hey there!

Today I would like to introduce you to Gora, the main character in Elira, my novella.

She’s pretty awesome, and I really love her. I hope you will, too!



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My name is Gorawen Gale, though most people just call me Gora. I prefer Gora, too.

If you saw me passing by, you wouldn’t think much of me. I’m not beautiful, or striking, or elegant. More like strange, odd, and sometimes scarily clumsy. But even though I am clumsy and awkward, I’m still not as clumsy and awkward as my older brother Col was. Thank heaven for that! Col managed to break something every other day, it seemed like. I try to limit myself to once a week.

With my red hair, you might think me Krean, but you would be wrong. Both Durinth Gale, my father, and Malle Gale, my mother, were born in here, in Travaila, Dren, whoch, obviously, makes me Drenian.  My father is most wonderful the captain of the guard, and my mother is a beautiful, strong, and courageous woman who has given birth to seventeen children, though two of them died before reaching adulthood. Col was killed when he was twelve, and Janica died when she was three. Janica was born between My older sister, Gwen, and me; she would be sixteen were she still alive. I don’t remember her much, being only two myself when she died.

Col I do remember.

He was my favorite brother. Not that I didn’t love all my brothers; I did, dearly. And do still.

But Col, well, he was only four years older than me, whereas Hadrian and Merek were five and seven years older. Col was more willing to spend time with us younger children. He and I would have fun in the forest for hours, playing make believe games of dragons and knights, and fairies, and wars. Gwen and Gavin would sometimes join us, but most often it was just Col and me. I remember when he died. I remember every last detail. Even his hand, clutching a little doll that he had picked up. The doll was mine. I had left it in the street, and Col wanted to get it back for me. But as he did so, a wagon, pulled by two panicked horses, barrelled around the corner, and seconds later, he was gone.

I don’t think I have ever forgiven myself for that. Why on Edreayth did I leave the stupid doll in the middle of the road? Why did he have to go get it? Why did he have to die?


I have only three older brothers, now. Merek, Hadrian, and Gavin, in that order. I’ve mentioned each of them already, but that doesn’t matter. I loved all three, but never grew as close to any of them as I did Col. Jarrick, my best friend, was a different story.

After Gavin comes Gwen, then me, then Rosa, Brynn, Glory, Elissa, Sybby, Cedany, Alys, Issa, Maria, and Aleida.

Jarrick is the son of Maerwyn, the healer. I’ve lived with them for six years, ever since I was apprenticed to Maerwyn when I was nine.

I love learning that art, the art of healing. I have ever since I was little. Perhaps that is why my favorite book is A History of Herbs.

Soon, in a few months, I will complete my training and become a full-fledged healer. I cannot wait, though it will be bittersweet. I will most likely have to leave Maerwyn’s home, and establish my own. If I was married, it would be different. But most girls here get married when they are seventeen or eighteen. I’m only fifteen. Of course, I will be turning sixteen fairly soon. I was born on December 12, 143 NT.

Growing up, I spent most of my time at Maerwyn’s which I eventually learned to call home.I was able to spend time with my family as well. I would read with the twins Brynn and Rosa,and climb trees with the other twins Elissa and Sybby. I would help Mother and Gwen with the cleaning and cooking, and read to Cedany, sometimes carry her outside so she could enjoy the peaceful days, with the birds singing in the trees, and the brook rippling, and a breeze kissing her skin. As our family grew, I would take care of the younger children. I suppose I do get on well with all my siblings, though some days were hardly peaceful. We were not perfect, and had squabbles and spats just like any other family, but we always made it up again.

If a stranger surveyed me acting as I normally do, he might describe me as silly, flighty, and immature. Gwen tells me I am these, but more, too. In her eyes, I am loving, and brave, and bold. I like it when she tells me these things, for I can never tell myself them.

Somehow, I am not afraid of much. I used to be frightened of everything when I was younger. The dark, spiders, drowning, falling out of a tree and killing myself, being kidnapped, being hurt, dying, being alone, omens, and not being loved.

Now I’m only afraid of losing the ones I hold dear. That, undoubtedly, would be my biggest fear. What on Edreayth would I do without my family? Without Jarrick? Without my father?