**Copy of Waypoint Kangeroo by Curtis C. Chen given by Agent Sam Morgan of Jabberwocky Literary Agency in exchange for an honest review** Anschutz Library, Main Command Center (more commonly known as Service Desk) 30 minutes after smiling at the last page When I start reading a book, naturally, I carry it around with me everywhere: to… Continue reading Waypoint Kangaroo
Month: November 2016
Dun, Dun, Dun: Announcement Time!
Amidst all of the craziness in the past month, a lot of it falling into the negatively charged and emotionally draining realm, there has also been a very positive, inspiring and exciting flame that has been growing; something that started out as a surprise to me, after being an extended an invitation, and now, something… Continue reading Dun, Dun, Dun: Announcement Time!
The Point of Trying
Writing has been hard, lately. Admitting that and looking introspectively at the reasons why has been even harder. There is no doubt that I'm a writer. I still don't doubt that writing is something innate within me, like a predator's instinct or a person's ability to breathe without thinking about it. But in the past… Continue reading The Point of Trying
The Blood Mirror
I have feelings that need to be discussed. *very minor spoilers abound* Now, if you're familiar with my reviews or even my personal blog, you've probably gathered that both The Lightbringer series and Brent Weeks as an author have had a huge impact on my life. Not only did my review of The Broken Eye actually prompt me to… Continue reading The Blood Mirror
Stuck in a Funk
Man, if that title doesn't describe my mindset right now, I dunno what does. I am definitely stuck, caught in the midst of a funk that is fueled through the emotional roller coaster I've been riding for the past month (with this past week being a definite, intense down). From missed love and a bruised… Continue reading Stuck in a Funk
Brevity: Or, My Lack Thereof
This skill is completely lost on me. I always knew this, when it came to writing. My blog posts average 1,500 words a post. My emails are paragraphs. My first book clocked in at 125,000 words--and that was after editing. When I read, some of my favorite books lean closer to 1,000+ pages. I've gotten to the… Continue reading Brevity: Or, My Lack Thereof
Teeter-Tottering
Shit got emotionally real with yesterday's post, The Soft Craving, where I talked about my belief that I'm going to be eternally single, how my desires are the exact opposite of that and I questioned why this juxtaposition is even happening in the first place. Today, I want to talk about why I'm going to be… Continue reading Teeter-Tottering
