Friday, October 6, 2017

Friday in Review: A Goodbye to Teen Wolf

Ahh Teen Wolf... it's been a wild ride. This hurts me almost as much when TVD ended because just like TVD, Teen Wolf, Scott and Stiles, helped me through a pretty not great time in my life. I was suffering from severe anxiety and depression when I started Teen Wolf. TVD gave me hope and a world to escape from. It gave me Stefan and Elena and Damon, three people who have been through hell and back and gave me hope and a release. But Teen Wolf gave me more than TVD ever could.
Their theme sequence puts a smile on my face every time!

The writers crafted characters that were so human. Living in a house with two asthmatics I warmed up and related to Scott when he pulled out that inhaler as he ran through the woods, saying how it wasn't a good idea to drag a severe asthmatic out into the woods for a run. I could be completely wrong and this is just my own personal interpretation, but I feel like, as the show went on they dealt with a lot abstract mental illnesses, not unlike Legion. It was an undercurrent thing.

Stiles suffered from panic attacks. The first time he had a panic attack on screen it touched me in a really deep way and I related to him on such a deeper level. I think that's why he will forever be my favorite character on that show, not only because he's funny, but because throughout the whole show he's had several panic attacks, suffered for anxiety, takes medicine to help with his hyperactivity. I saw those severe panic attacks and the anxiety and saw something that I used to go through on a daily basis. Lydia took a little longer to develop, but by mid-season 2 she was characterized as a banshee or someone who saw things and saw death. She often drifted off into her own little world and saw horrible things or just... images and visions in general. I don't know a ton about schizophrenia and I don't have any friends or anyone that I know how has it, but I feel like if an outside person who didn't know about the supernatural world met Lydia and saw her go through one of her visions, would probably think she was schizophrenic.

 Even the great True Alpha Scott McCall had panic attacks and that just made him even more real and human to me.

Sorry, I just kind of dove into the deep stuff without easing into it. But I just felt that, that was the first, most relevant thing to me to talk about because the anxiety and the panic attacks was what stood out to me. Not a lot of shows get panic attacks right. Not a lot of shows let their characters have anxiety disorders or any sort of mental illness. Writers don't want to touch on that subject because they can be hard to understand unless you've been through it yourself and because it can be a touchy subject in general, so I really commend the writers for writing realistic panic attacks and anxiety. And I, of course, commend the incredible actors of Teen Wolf for acting all of those scenes out so perfectly. It meant and means a lot to me. The only other show I can say that I see my insecurities and mental illness, my anxiety and depression in is Legion and I think both shows did them so well, even though I'm sure to the Teen Wolf writers they were minor scenes. So, thank you for that, for letting me know that I was not alone in the struggle.

Now, deep breath, Ok! Onto the fun stuff. I think I'll do what I did for my TVD post and just go through one character a time.

Scott McCall. The ultimate good guy. He really is the True Alpha, the hero. Scott is, just, the true essence of what a hero is. He's kind and sweet and adorable and brave
Tell me that isn't adorable

 and becomes a very strong and wise and powerful leader to his pack. I mean, the fact that he's called the True Alpha says it all. I for real cheered him on during those epic lacrosse games. I cheered him on when he beat up or fought other werewolves or the bad guys. I cheered him on all the way because Scott has never done a single bad thing. He's never really made a decision that has erked me or upset me. Even when Allison and him broke up, I was upset, but... it felt OK. Scott has just always been pretty mature. He's always been alpha material from season one and there aren't a lot of characters that I can say has never bothered me with any of their decisions, but Scott is one of them. I think I like him so much because true protagonist/hero type characters are hard to come by. Characters that strive to do their best, to make good choices and not hurt, but save and forgive are rare to come by. Scott's really something special and he'll forever just be this adorable werewolf alpha to me.

The true alpha!

Thank you Allison Argent for not turning into the one thing I dread. The sweet good girl turns strong and powerful warrior woman. It happens more often than naught on TV shows. Allison wasn't like that at all and I loved it. At the beginning I fell in love with her. I can't really pin point an exact reason why... but I just liked her in general. She was a really good female character/protagonist. As the seasons went on she grew and changed, but never felt out of character or had left behind the girl she was in season 1. I loved her even more, when she realized the family legacy and became a hunter and an awesome archer. She still wore floral pattern and dresses and looked beautiful and still acted girly and fun,

 but she also carried around a bow and arrow and fought along side her pack, her Scott and her friends. She didn't really change, she shifted into someone who could fight and was seriously awesome with her bow and arrow, but never left turned into one of those annoyingly selfish strong and powerful female protagonists and I am so thankful for that!

I already talked some about Lydia, but she's just so awesome. She isn't as physically involved and "powerful" so to speak as Scott or Allison or the others. She's a lot like Stiles in that way. They sort of do the behind the scenes stuff (most of the time) and without her and Stiles there wouldn't be Teen Wolf because between the two of them, they have introduced so many antagonists and plot points and character development for the rest of the cast. At first I was iffy about her but she grew on me. I honestly liked her sort of stuck up, queen bee bravado.

 I also really liked how she instantly attached herself to Allison and just sort of declared they were going to be best friends without having to say a word.

 Jackson and her were a little weird together, but I think they complimented each other and attempted to bring out the best in one another. By the end of their relationship they were sweet together. I think the scene that has stuck out the most of me throughout all the seasons is in season one after Jackson and her were confronted with the alpha Peter and she had had waaay too much stress relief medication and is just a complete mess. And then, I'm not sure if this was in the same episode or not, but when she was crying and her makeup ran down her face. She took a deep breath and wiped it all away and put on her brave face. I do that too and I used to do it more often. After crying I would say Ok, I'm done. I got it out and then I would wipe it away and redo my makeup and put it behind me like Lydia did in that one scene.
Plus I mean, she's one epic banshee!

Stiles Stilinski! Everyone's favorite guy. The blue Jeep, the hair, the hyperactive crazy behavior. His obsession with Lydia, his bromance and brotherhood with Scott. His relationship with his dad. All of it. I love it all. There is no one word, no way I could possibly explain how awesome Stiles is.
Best. Line. Ever.

 He's hilarious and Derrick and him played off each other so well! I loved them to death when they were together!

Scott and him made me cry at times at how much they loved each other like brothers.
How they never leave each other.

Stiles is strong with his baseball bat and I love how more or less (besides the nogistune storyline) Stiles is kind of like the Matt Donovan of the team. He's just... Stiles. The human. The sheriff's son who is ridiculously good at solving crimes. He has a crime board in his room and is a crazy person about researching. Without Stiles, there would be no Teen Wolf. Without Stiles, Scott wouldn't have become a werewolf and the show would have never happened.
I love how he's always had that baseball bat.

I love Derrick. He's just... wonderful. I love how gruff and brutally honest he is.
One of my most favorite episodes haha

He's so funny with Stiles, but his character plays off everyone else too. He's funny with everyone and he has some of the best fighting scenes.
Another one of the best scenes of the whole show

The only reason Scott was such a good alpha, werewolf and pack leader, is because he had Derrick as an example.

I liked his tragic backstory and almost every scene he's in is just epic. In last week's episode when he showed up kicking butt and beating people up and then zooming out in an awesome car, it was just the best thing ever. And so Hale. The Hales are such drama queens. They like their fancy stuff, they like their money and they make a big deal out of most things.
And he makes a pretty awesome werewolf

Speaking of Hales, Peter. He's the antagonist you love to hate, and sometimes you just love him to love him. Again, he plays off Stiles and Derrick in the best possible way. Those three characters are just hilarious together.

 He was just so stylish and a real hardcore werewolf. He never died. Seriously. Never. Died! He just kept coming back for more

 and I honestly really like how the writers never tried to change him. They didn't try and make Peter the Damon of the group. Peter was selfish and cruel and sarcastic and season 1 and he is still selfish and cruel (maybe a little less cruel) and sarcastic in season 6.

I really loved Sheriff Stilinski's relationship with Stiles. They were so close and he loved his son and accepted his son for the sometimes crazy person he was

 and when he found out about the supernatural he didn't turn away from Scott or Stiles.
 He helped them. He's always been on their side, not unlike Sheriff Forbes on TVD. Only Stilinski is still alive and well. Thank goodness! Even to the end, if he had to pick sides between the supernatural and the human he would pick the supernatural. His son and Scott, who I think he feels is like his son.

One more! I'm sorry if I've skipped so many characters. I'm just shooting for the core characters that have been here since the beginning. Plus Malia. Who again, is so funny and adorable!
I love how she adopted Stile's method of studying haha

I've always loved her straightforwardness.

 I was just saying the other day to my mom, (who is a huge Teen Wolf fan too) after last week's two episodes how at least Malia knows what she wants. If she wants something she just comes out and says it. She doesn't mince words. She just comes out and says it without any regard for hurting someone's feelings. Her and Stiles were perfect and adorable together and I honestly really liked them together. (Not as much as Stydia though). And now... I am growing fond of her and Scott.

Liam bothered me at first, he wasn't my favorite, but he's grown on me. He's part of the pack now and I like him.
Plus he's just adorable haha

 Theo. Hate him. Always have, always will. But I guess it's an interesting twist that he's sort of become part of the pack.

 Melissa McCall. She's just the best, most awesome mom ever!
She put up with so much

 Argent (I can't remember his first name... everyone just calls him Argent so I just call him Argent) is pure awesomeness too. He is and forever will be the ultimate hunter to me.

Jackson. I... didn't like him at first. He was never my favorite character. He still isn't. Jackson never really grew on me like some of the other characters did... he just wasn't my favorite.
Another one of the best lines in the show haha

And to all the epic antagonists they've had all the years: they rock! Especially the nogistune and Ducalean storylines.

Ah, and of course, to my favorite werewolf he didn't last forever on the show: Isaac. I love him and I loved his romance and relationship with Allison. I felt like it was more real and more... passionate then her's and Scott's. Isaac just brought out something different in Allison and I really liked it. I just thought Isaac was so funny and straightforward and quirky in the best way possible. Don't get me wrong, Allison and Scott's relationship will always go down as one of the greats, but I really did like her with Isaac a lot. And when she died? I cried... I cried hard. That was horrible and painful and I really didn't want her to leave!! And I mean, I liked Kira and all, but after what Scott had with Allison even in a friendship, nothing could really compare. Kira felt more like the in-between girl. Between Allison and Malia. But there really has been some epic couples and ships throughout the years. Scott and Allison. Scott and Kira. Scott and Malia. All of them good in their own way. Stiles and Malia, which I loved so much! Stiles and Lydia, which I love even more!! Lydia and Jackson. I feel like Lydia had a thing with one of Ducalean's twins? But I'm not exactly sure. Derrick and well... there wasn't really anyone for him, which I commend. It was kind of refreshing to have a single character that has stayed single throughout an entire show! I'm sure it takes quite a bit of restraint from some writers to keep that up.

Then there's the familial bonds. Teen Wolf has so many kinds. Scott's sweet and endearing relationship with his mom. I loved when Scott was lying in that library after Theo beat him half to death and Melissa just screamed and shouted for him to get up. That was he was powerful and an alpha and he couldn't be dead. She wouldn't let him be dead. I think, she really has been his rock and his biggest supporter, just like every mom should be. Stiles and his dad. They are just so quirky and great together. I love how stern Stilinski is with Stiles and how Stiles just goes at him with sarcasm. Their mutual disdain for Scott's dad was pretty great too. And when Stiles was being forgotten this season and went to his dad and Stilinski didn't recognize him? That was brutal! Stiles and Scott? I don't know if there are words to describe the love and brotherhood between them. Much like Stefan and Damon. How can you describe a relationship like that? Where they both stick together no matter what. Forgive no matter what. And when they don't forgive and go through a rough patch they always end up back together. And then there's Malia and Peter. Daughter and father... I can't say it's sweet or loving or kind. I think it's built more upon mutual respect (some of the time) and willing to acknowledge that they are blood and therefore they have to put up with one another. Or at least that's how Malia sees it. I think Peter honestly wants to try and be a good father to her, but he's still so wrapped up in himself that it's hard to pull away. Though, it was very nice to see how they showcased his selflessness when he protected Malia time and again this season.

This gif is the first thing I thought of when I thought of family and Teen wolf.

I have to say, it's pretty amazing to get to have watched that pack form. Really amazing. It started out small. Just Scott and Stiles and Lydia and Allison. Derrick came and went. Back then Scott wasn't even an alpha. He was just a beta. They went through sort of an awkward phase. I feel like the pack was kind of finding their footing and their place within this team, this family, of people in the middle seasons and now it has grown and become a real pack.

A pack like Ducalean had, which is pretty cool and interesting to think about. To think that Scott is the alpha of a massively powerful pack, much like Ducalean was.

It's been a wild ride. Full of laughter and crying and screams. Scares and creepiness and goriness. But also smiles and fun times. Thanks for the epic lacrosse matches that have made me a fan of the game. It's one of the few sports now that I actually know quite a bit about. The upbeat music that went with those games... it just made it epic.

 And how can I forget Coach?! I almost forgot!!
His distain for Greenberg throughout the whole series was one of the greatest things haha

Thank you for Coach cuz he's just the best and hilarious and after these past few episodes I have a sneaking suspicion that he's known about Liam and Scott being werewolves or at least something more from the get-go. And when he shut down the massive beat-down Liam was getting, said how he was disgusted to look at them for cheering it on and helped Scott get Liam up, I was just like yep, Coach is the best. Thanks for the epic dance scenes. For the raves and the high school parties and the club scenes full of wild music and dancing and funniness and romance. Thank you for those romances and for introducing me to the supernatural world of werewolves.

For being my werewolf equivalent of The Vampire Diaries. And for being original and not putting vampires in a show with werewolves. Just goes to show that there can be one without the other and they can still succeed. For giving werewolves their own show and their own spotlight without having the vampire heartthrob take it over.

So, thanks Teen Wolf. For being awesome and epic and dark and funny. For all of it. The ending was perfect and it was all wrapped up. It was so satisfying and I am so happy that it ended well and got a ending that the show deserved.

Monday, October 2, 2017

September Monthly Wrap-Up

Hey! So it's finally October! I am so happy... even though its sort of still warm out. This whole week is going to be in the 70's and 80's but next week it's supposed to go back to the 60's and hopefully, stay that way. I can't wait for it to stay cold and for all the leaves to fall and for Fall to really come. I'm also so excited for Halloween! Anyways, so September has felt sort of busy. There's been quite a few things that's happened that has made September memorable.

September Writing: I am still writing Silver. I think the reason this book is taking so long is because classes and work have really slowed me down. That or I'm tired and my brain is too tired to write. Also, I've gone down several different plot rabbit holes with this book. I've written more than a few chapters that I've cut and redone because the plot just wasn't working. Now I think that since I'm finally past the hard part, the big mid-point scene where the story shifts gears and we head toward the climax it's starting to go a lot faster. The middles are always the hardest for me! Golden... was a complete fluke in the fact that the middle was insanely easy for me. Plus, sequels are never easy. So, yeah, since when I don't have much time as when I don't have classes I mainly just write Silver and haven't really had time to write anything else. That includes Project Khione.

I feel kind of bad because all year I've been writing on here that I am going to work on it. I think did a little at the beginning of the year, but it was just driving me crazy and putting me in a bad writing place, so I needed to shift gears. And then Of Magic and Mayhem took me by surprise and I was busy with that and now Golden and Silver and possibly a third book in the series has taken me by complete surprise again. I wanted Project Khione to be ready to come out in December... but if I'm being realistic, that's not going to happen. It'll come out next year. Either at the beginning of the year or the middle of the year, kind of like with Of Magic and Mayhem. Plus, for Project Khione I'm going to try and find a new editor... which means I need to save up some money, so I guess that's good I have a job now. But, so yeah, Silver has been my main priority. I don't want to say I'm rushing... but I am getting very excited and impatient to finish this book. I'm even more impatient to have some free time, which isn't going to happen probably until December.

September Reading: I am very surprised with myself for managing to read two whole books in September. I read These Broken Stars and the Beastkeeper. Both were very good. I've heard and seen a lot about These Broken Stars and I saw it at the library and decided to give it a try. Midway through I picked up the next two books in the series, but realized that the other two are focused on completely different characters. The only series that I liked and could get into and actually really loved that did that was The Lunar Chronicles. Besides The Lunar Chronicles it is very hard for me to get into a series where the main character changes with every book. Once I'm committed to characters, I stick by them and I want an entire series about them. Not about other characters in the same world. The only way you can pull that off is if you have a big enough, masterfully done world that compels people to know more.

Beastkeeper snuck up on me. I had a huge pile of books from the library and I was craving a smaller read. This book is only a hundred and something pages. I just wanted something quick and really good and satisfying. Beastkeeper did not disappoint. It reminded me of the Winterling series amongst others that I can't remember, full of whimsy and unexplained magic. I love a good, huge, masterful world with rules for magic and systems and all that. But I think I love the unexplained books even more. I love books that have magic in it and girls that turn into beasts and curses and a mysterious boy who turns into a deer and pops up out of nowhere without any explanations. There are no rules, no history of how this magic came to be. It just is and I love that, because then I don't have to remember rules or histories. I can just get lost in the book and enjoy the magic and the whimsy of the story and the characters. So, I enjoyed that book thoroughly and recommend it 100%.

Also, I started the Odd Thomas series in September. I'm on the second book and loving it so far. Another one of those books where there really aren't many rules or explanations. Odd can see dead people and has psychic magnetism and you have no idea why and you're fine with that.

September Music: The first thing that comes to mind for this category is Fall Out Boy's latest song, Last of the Real Ones. It is one of my favorite songs now. I bought it as soon as I could and I've listened to it enough times that you would think I would be sick of it by now. I'm not. I love it! Not only are the lyrics and the beat so good, but it perfectly describes a relationship in Silver. So, that's the biggest thing I've been listening to. Plus, I was listening to a lot of Skillet and Colton Dixon in preparation for the concert, which was epic by the way!

September TV Shows: I'm still rewatching TVD. I'm on season 5 now... only three seasons left to go! Teen Wolf ended. I have yet to put a post about it on here. I feel really bad but it's just been busy and the post was really long and now that I've seen the finale I want to talk about the finale, so it'll come up... eventually. But anyways, I was really worried about how it would end, but I guess I should have trusted the writers because it ended perfectly. It was so satisfying and wonderful and I loved it. It was the ending that Scott and Stiles and the whole pack deserved. Also Scorpion and the Inhumans started at the very end of September. Scorpion is... sort of going down hill for me, but Inhumans? I love it! I was so worried because I looked really cheesy and like it wouldn't turn out great, but I watched the pilot and I am hooked! It's so unique and I think they chose the perfect actors to portray the Inhumans! I can't wait to watch the next one!

September Life Stuff: So, I got a job. It's childcare at a church on Wednesdays and Thursdays. It's been good... a little tiring and I've been a little stressed out, but it's good. That's the biggest thing. Classes are on their way... I had a paper to do and an exam, which was no fun and I'm really hoping I did good on my paper to balance out my not so great grade on the exam haha. I only have two classes, but I am ready for them to be done. I say this every time in the middle of the semester, but it's true. I'm ready for them to be done. But one of the best things about September was the concert! It was so epic! My mom, my brother and I headed out Saturday evening. We had dinner at McAllister's and got some coffee an then headed to the concert. Gawvi and Tauren Wells (I think that's his name) played first and they were good. Colton Dixon played and that was epic! I loved that he played Down, from his latest album since that's one of my favorites. Brit Nicole played and that was good, but Skillet totally beat them all in terms of epic entertainment. I have never rocked out so much in my life! Skillet just pulls it out of you and you can't help but let go and just have an awesome time. By the last song though my ears and feet (I wore heeled boots) were killing me. It was one of the best nights ever though. We had a blast!

Anyways, so yeah, that was September more or less. Work and class and an epic concert and writing and some reading. I am honestly so happy that it's October. Cold weather and Halloween and going to more parks and leaves falling and buying pumpkins and costumes and pumpkin donuts and muffins and jeans and jackets. October is my favorite month of the year (besides March) so it'll be a good month.

Have a great October everyone!!

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Goodreads Giveaway!!

Hey guys!! So today I'm giving away a free, signed copy of Of Magic and Mayhem on Goodreads!! The giveaway is open from today (September 28) to October 13th!

You can enter to win HERE

Of Magic and Mayhem is a collection of ten short stories. These stories have everything from vampires, to magic, to goblins, to ghosts. All of them tales of magic and love and danger and even a little darkness.

This collection will take you from the colorful, vibrant world of Avalon in Magic and Mayhem to a contemporary city where magic and mythic creature are the norm in Infinity, The Invisible Thief, and Knox. You get to know the undying love of two brothers in Of Moonlight and Tombstones, learn that sometimes love can be dangerous in the Pool of the Lost, and that love isn't always peaceful in Peace at Last. The Rain Boy and Sky-Crossed Lovers will break your heart and make you soar above the clouds with tales of grief, and monsters, and thunderstorms. Enter a valley of magic and darkness in The Lonely Child and meet a thief and a ghostly princess in The Wolf's Blessing.

Delve into the bite sized worlds in Of Magic and Mayhem and let these tales whisk you away to dangerous and enchanting places of the imagination.

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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Growing as a Writer and an Update

First of all, sorry for no gifs or graphics of any kind. Our wifi is being very sketchy and I'm surprised it's even allowed me to be on Blogger. It won't let me on Google or my email or even my own pictures to pull gifs or anything from there, so I hope you still enjoy this post... even if it doesn't have any gifs or anything in it.

So, it's nearing the end of September and I've barely written anything on this blog! The Teen Wolf season finale was on Sunday night and I was honestly kind of worried that it wouldn't end well, but it surpassed my expectations. It was really amazing and ended perfectly. There were some pretty epic scenes. Some heart-wrenching scenes and plenty of laughs. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the last two seasons that have progressed from dark to pitch black. There will be a Goodbye Teen Wolf post on Friday... it'll be a bit rushed, but I hope it conveys how much Teen Wolf means to me and how much I'll miss it.

A few things have happened since I last wrote on here. First of all, I got a job... I may have written about that already, but it's official now since I'm on my second week. It's major part time, but that's OK with me. I don't think I could handle any more than that in this season of my life. A signed copy of Of Magic and Mayhem will be given away by the middle of October. Check back here tomorrow for the post about the Goodreads giveaway! This is my first ever giveaway, so I am pretty excited. I'm also figuring out a way to give away more e-book copies and have joined a Facebook group of authors and readers for ARCS, so that's exciting.

Ummm... let's see... what else has been going on... I am still writing Silver, but I feel like I'm finally in the middle. Like middle, middle. In the middle of the Big Middle Scene as I call it. So that's exciting. It's so different than how I thought it would be! I've delved so much deeper into the world and culture and religion of the Celests than I thought it would, but it's honestly been a lot of fun. I've never made my own alien race before, so it's exciting. Nanowrimo is in a month and I'm stressing a little, not because of Nanowrimo, but because at the beginning of this year I had really planned for Project Khione to be out by December! And... it just doesn't look like that's going to happen. This year has felt like it's one by way too quickly. I'm still trying to catch my breath. But my plan is to finish Silver by the end/beginning of October and work on Project Khone throughout October and Nanowrimo and then, if it doesn't happen in December, than hopefully publish it by January. My head feels like it's going to explode, thinking that far ahead... Plus Project Khione has been so difficult! I mean, for real difficult. When I wrote Weapon Icean, I had a whole, giant series planned. Now I feel like I might just write the sequel and wrap it up then and maybe leave a few loose ends or something for potential other books in the series.

Don't get me wrong, I love Delphi and the world of Weapon Icean. It was the first book that I felt was worthy of being published. But, to be honest, I feel like my writing has grown so much in the past year. I feel like I've sort of outgrown Delphi, if that makes sense? And I'm ready to move on to other ideas that I have more passion for and that will allow me to grow my writing even more and grow as a writer. But don't worry, there will be a sequel to Weapon Icean either December or January.

I was just messaging and a seasoned self-published author from the group I recently joined and she was saying how there's always something to learn. As a writer, we are always learning. You can't be a writer and not learn and grow in your writing. Yes, you will always have that same, distinctive voice, but you will also grow and become better and better with plot and characters and worldbuilding and sentence structure and just writing in general. I think that's why I have a hard time with authors who just live their entire careers in the same genre and in the same world. J.K. Rowling, Rick Riordan (don't kill me! I adore Percy and his world, but there comes a time when things need to end before it crashes and burns into the ground), Cassandra Clare (I couldn't get into her books to begin with. They... aren't good. Her writing isn't good at all), and even Stephanie Meyer even though I adore the Twilight series. She hasn't really... done anything else. And I feel like none of these writers have grown in their writing. If anything the Heroes of Olympus series was a little shaky to me. Rick really picked himself back up and redeemed himself in the Trials of Apollo series, but I feel like I've outgrown his writing. I think that's the real test to you're series and writing. If you're readers don't feel like they've outgrown you writing and is unashamed to walk into the middle grade section of Barnes and Nobles at 19 or 20 years old to pick up your book, then you're doing something right (which is one of the many reasons I love Shannon Messenger). I started her Keep of the Lost Cities series at fourteen. I'm nineteen now and pre-ordered her next book in the series. I joke sometimes that I'll be twenty-five and still head to the middle grade section to get her next book in the series.

As a writer I want to grow. I want to strengthen my writing, make it better. I cringe now at Weapon Icean even though I know, that at that time in my life that was the best writing I could do. Now though? I am insanely proud of my Of Magic and Mayhem stories. I feel like those are some of my best writing. Next year around this time I'll probably look back and cringe at Of Magic and Mayhem. I'm still in love with both books and I don't regret publishing either of them, but I acknowledge that my writing has grown and become better and that it will continue to grow and strengthen as the years go on. I feel like my job as a writer is to outdo myself with each book and I think every author should feel that way. Don't put pressure on yourself, but let yourself grow organically and strive with each book to do better than the last.

So, I guess that's just a really long excuse as to why I sort of want to cut the Weapon Icean series short. I'm working on Golden and Silver and I feel like Golden especially is some of my best writing. It's still messy and especially after all of the components I've added into Silver I'll have to go back and change some stuff in Golden, but I'm really in love with these books and these characters. I can see myself going across the galaxy with them (get it... cuz it's sci-fi??;)) and sticking with them for a while. Of course, I could be completely wrong, but I'm willing to take that chance with Golden. That's why, even though self-publishing is a hard, long road to be on, I'm sticking to it because I give myself creative license to go with my gut instinct and follow where my muse leads me. Even those who are striving for traditional publishing should keep that in mind. Follow your writerly instincts because more often than not that is where the gold is.

But, so yeah, that's what's been going on in my life and my brain. Also, I'm going to a Skillet/Colton Dixon concert with my mom and brother on Saturday night and I am psyched!!! Plus, I can't wait for October and cold weather and Halloween. I'm excited for Halloween!! :D Hopefully, there will be a Teen Wolf post on Friday and hopefully more to come once I get into a stable routine with work and class and stuff.

Have a great rest of the week everyone! 

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Being Tired and My Five Favorite Supernatural Shows

So, this post is kind of slacking... I'm ridiculously tired. I got up at 6 and started my first job at Grace Church from 8:30-almost 12. So... I am really tired and I didn't write a post last weekend or yesterday or Monday, but I'm still determined to not let this blog slide off my List of Things To Do. Just like I refuse to let my writing slip off that list too. Just today I was texting an artist friend, Alyssa or better known as Dove from The Deducing Dove, who now has her own store and you should totally check it out HERE. She just started college classes and was saying how she was looking for a job, but also doesn't want to stop drawing and creating just because she was busy. I was like amen to that! Other people don't understand what it's like to be an artist. You're expected to do every-day, mundane life stuff like college classes that you aren't passionate about and that eats up time you could be using to create or going to a mind-numbing job. Not to mention attempting to make time for friends and God and sleep and take some down-time to rest.

Now, I only work two days a week and in the mornings. It's extremely part time, but still... it's work and it's still time, even though once I get my first pay check I'm sure I will be a very happy person for having this job. But still, for you artists and creators who are beyond amazing and much more talented than I am at doing life by having a full time job and doing full time college, that has to be so hard! How do you find time to create and do art? Not to mention build a career for yourself as an artist, get yourself out there, make contacts and other creator friends and build a platform for yourself? I don't know... maybe it's easy for others, but it is very hard for me because I'm easily overwhelmed. I have two classes (that I feel like I'm drowning in, because again, I am easily overwhelmed) a two mornings a week job, papers to do and quizzes and discussion boards and exams to study for and have time to workout for a good 65 minutes like I have been for the past while... Which is something I feel bad about. The past few weeks I've really been slacking on my working out. There's this frustrating cycle that I go through. I'll have several months of really awesome, hardcore, full 4 mile workout on the Elliptical and I'll feel really good about myself, and then something will happen and it'll go significantly down. Usually my body rebels against me. I get my foggy brain again, my body feels exhausted the instant I step foot on the Elliptical and I can barely push myself to three miles at the lowest resistance setting. To some of you, that might be like a wow, oh my gosh I really wish I could do that! Three miles is a lot! But to me, it doesn't feel like it. Not after several months of steady progress of higher resistance and four miles and being able to workout without feeling like crap.

Plus, two books out now that I would really like to try and get out there more... Nanowrimo is also coming up and I feel so overwhelmingly unprepared! I still have a month, but it still doesn't feel like enough time. Maybe by then I'll have more of my act together, but right now I feel like I don't. Or maybe it's just because I'm writing this post while being exhausted for being up since 6 in the morning and not going to bed earlier (and if I'm being completely honest, will not go to bed any earlier tonight because I like to torture myself) and when you're really tired and have just experienced something for the first time there's a learning curb and you're brain is just mush.

But I haven't written in... well, all week so far. It's grating on me. I don't know if anyone else has this or feels like this, but when I don't write I get anxious and agitated. Writing is the thing that makes me feel better and lets me collect myself and just take a break from the world. Also, unlike some, I can't write when I'm tired or when my head is muddled and foggy or when I feel overwhelmed. The writing part of my brain is very picky about the conditions my mental and physical health must be to write which is so annoying! But, so, I haven't written anything besides class papers and it's just seriously bugging me and I'm just trying to get to Friday or more likely Saturday so I can have some free time to write. Also, I don't think it helps that the job came up kind of unexpectedly. My employer emailed me on Tuesday evening saying that I start today and that I should be there early and, my brain takes time to process things. I like to be prepared and be able to prepare a few days in advance, not just schedule-wise but mentally-wise, so that came as sort of a shock of trying to mentally rearrange the classwork and just stuff I had planned on those specific days so that I can still have a free weekend to write.

Anyways! This post got way off track! I will probably re-do this whole post or something or just write an entire post about Being Human (which I finished a few weeks ago) at some point when things are less busy. But for now I decided to cheat and, but also give you guys some really good advice and tell you to watch these five shows!! Because they are amazing!! So go watch them and enjoy the awesomeness!!

  1. The Vampire Diaries: Well, duh, of course it's on the top of my list. TVD will forever be at the top of all of my lists. Stefan... Damon... Elena... Jeremy, Bonnie, Caroline, Tyler, Matt, the entire Original family. All of them. They are my absolute favorites of everything and anything! They mean so much to me and are truly amazing and this TV show is really something special. It's a masterpiece.
    Elena is wonderful!
  2. The Originals: The spin-off of TVD about the Original family (obviously). Featuring our favorite murderous hybrid Klaus. There's Elijah and Hailey and Rebecca and Kohl 😍. My favorites!! The Originals is a bit darker than TVD. A bit more mature with more magical elements in it, but who can resist a whole show surrounding Klaus and the drama of his crazy family?
    Epic-est family ever!
  3. Teen Wolf: Teen Wolf ends this Sunday!! I am crying!! :'( I'll miss my pack, Scott and Stiles and Malia and Lydia and all of them and I'm really hoping that the show ends well. That the writers can give us the ending that we and the characters deserve. But, honestly, this show is fantastic. Hilarious and epic and dark in places (several places actually) and did I mention hilarious? Derrick and Peter and Stiles make (and made) this show! Without them I don't think I would have stuck to it. Plus... werewolves and high school. Would could be better?
    They are the heart and soul of this show
  4. Being Human: This is a recent watch for me. I just finished it a week or so ago. This is also one of my dad's favorite shows and he's been telling me to watch it for a long time. This summer I finally caved and I am so glad I did! Aidan...? Josh...? They are so wonderful! 😍😍 I really loved their characters. I thought Aidan was the perfect type of vampire. He had so many different sides to himself. The angsty vampire with self-hatred and blood addiction issues. But often times he was honestly so funny. He really surprised me because I was expecting a Stefan or Edward Cullen vampire. But instead I got Aidan, who is much smoother and better with the ladies than Josh, but is also sort of awkward and oblivious in an adorably awkward kind of way. He also had this comical, funny, awkward side that I just loved, especially in the last season. Josh is just adorably awkward. There's no other way to explain him. He's the bestest werewolf I've seen and that's saying something. And Sally? At first I thought she was kind of whiny, but I turned out to really like her. Together, they are just adorable and awkward and a wonderful supernatural family just trying to be human.
    Aww they're perfect together!
  5. Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel: How could I not put these on the list? Angel... *sigh* and Buffy. So good. I have to say, it's not my favorite. It's on the bottom of my list for a reason, but it's iconic and a cult classic and I really do love Buffy and Angel and Spike and Willow and Xandar and everyone else on that show. Despite having some major issues keeping couples together and keeping them alive, Joss Whedon is a very genius writer and he did a fantastic job on this show.

    I love Buffy and her violent ways lol
So, yeah, there you go. Me venting about today mostly because of my tired brain and my five favorite shows in my favoritest genre ever! The supernatural (AKA vampires, werewolves, hybrids, witches, dopplegangers *yeah I know how to spell that word, I'm just that cool* and of course, epic love amongst said creatures and humans). Now I'm so going to make a post about the vampires and the formula of how to make a truly epic love interest male vampire character (it will probably, most likely be making fun of their leather jackets and brooding and hero-hair).

Thanks for sticking around and reading to the end of this post. You're fantastic!

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Chapter Three: The Forest Prince

Hey everyone! So, there was no post on Wednesday. It's been a busy week with classes and I'm trying a new Bible study/class at my church on Tuesday nights, which is usually when I wrote my blog posts or am finishing them up so I'm going to have to figure out a new day and time to write my posts. I did guest post on Kara Swanson's blog this week and you can find it Here, about self-care for writers so go check that out!

Anyways, here's the final installment of The Lost Wildling. I had so much fun writing this short story and have had the characters of Robin and Naomi in my head for quite some time, but never got around to writing them down. I hope you've enjoyed their little story as much as I have!
Naomi Sky first veered off the beaten path of the forest when she was eight. She had been a tiny slip of a thing with a bushel of brown hair and curious blue eyes and a wild, manic personality. Her parents could never get her to sit still. She had been (and still was) the bane of her teachers’ existences. Even when she was sitting still she was still moving. Tapping her foot on the floor, rapping her pencil on paper, humming, braiding and unbraiding and rebraiding her hair down her shoulders.
Art class was her favorite class. Most people would think P.E. would be her favorite because she had free reign to run around crazy, but what was the fun in running around crazy if you're allowed to? No, art class was the best. The teacher spilled pencils and pastels and paints onto her desk, gave her a big canvas of paper and let her loose like a wild animal released from a cage. For the whole of Naomi Sky’s eighth year, she experimented in her art class, trying to find the most expressive, energetic medium to create art with. She thought painting would work, splatter it across the page, but it didn’t mix well with her. She tried finger painting, still nothing. Pastels were fun, but they didn’t feel good on her fingers. No, she found the tamest of mediums to be the most wonderful and lively. Colored pencils. She adored them.
So, it was with this new discovery of colored pencils and sketchpads in mind that Naomi Sky roamed off the path. Her mom had packed a picnic and her dad was home from work early so they decided to eat dinner on the banks of the Blue Lagoon where nixies giggled and swam about beneath the surface with their webbed feet and hands and sparkly fins. Naomi had a big new box of colored pencils in her Adventure Backpack, never used and a sketchpad that was untainted by old works and her fingers were itching for a muse to draw.
Her parents were so busy chatting and talking about something that had happened during her dad’s work when Naomi Sky caught sight of something orange flickering in the corner of her eyes. She thought an orange something would be marvelous to draw and color so she glanced up at her parents and then slipped away. She ran through the woods, following the flicker of orange until she came to a stop in front of a particularly gigantic tree, her mouth falling open. In front of her was a boy about her age with green eyes that twinkled with mischief and a devil’s grin on his lips. He had pale orange skin and a crown of berries and leaves and twigs tangled in his bright orange hair and he wore clothes made of leaves and moss and grass and twigs all jumbled and stitched together.
The boy folded his arms and stared at her, cocking his head as if she confused him. “What are you?” Naomi asked, running forward, her giant backpack swinging behind her.
“I’m the Forest Prince. What are you?”
“I’m Naomi Sky. You have pretty skin,” she said.
His eyebrows shot up and he glanced down at himself as if he just now noticed that he had orange skin. When he looked back up laughter danced in his eyes. “I do, don’t I? You do too. You’re a pretty little thing. Pretty enough to be a princess.”
Naomi blushed and giggled at being complimented by a boy and shrugged off her backpack, letting it hit the ground. “Can I draw you?”
“Draw me?” he asked, stepping forward and staring down at her backpack as she unzipped it.
Naomi nodded, blowing a strand of hair that had fallen out of her braid out of her face. “Yeah! I got new pencils and new paper and I want to draw you and color you in.” She pulled out her pack of pencils and showed it to him with pride, then grabbed her sketchpad and sat down crisscross, her floral dress falling around her.
The Forest Prince sat down in front of her, watching as she took out her plane gray pencil and began to sketch him out. He sat there the whole time, not even moving with an astonished look on his face as little eight-year-old Naomi Sky captured his eyes and his nose and his hair and his crown and his clothes. She even captured the things that were hard to catch on a page. The way his eyes always danced whether with amusement or laughter or mischief or spunk. How his lips smiled in a promising way, the way that Naomi had seen a few boys in her class smile before they did something naughty. She captured his essence on the page, the essence of a Forest Boy.
When she held it out to him, unfinished, still needing to be colored in, he snatched it from her and stared down at it in awe. “You are a magic worker Naomi Sky. Your fingers possess magic.”
Naomi blushed and giggled again, taking her sketchbook from him again. “It’s not magic. It’s called drawing and being an artist. Do you like it?”
“I do, very much. So much so, that I declare you Naomi Sky,” he leapt to his feet and stuck his hand out to her. “An honorary part of my court. You are my drawer now. My magic girl.”
Naomi stared at his hand, excited at the possibility to join his court. She’d never joined a group or a club before. None of the girls in her class were very nice to her. Naomi talked too much for them and moved too much and would rather climb trees and sketch and laugh and scream, then play with dolls and hide away in a corner to giggle and whisper to each other. And she’d especially never been a part of a court. With her eyes alight with excitement, she grabbed his hand and let him help her up. “It is sealed then. You are part of my court now. The first - and only girl - to be part of my royal court,” he said with as much excitement as Naomi felt in his voice.
Naomi shrieked and jumped up and down, hopping from foot to foot. “Yay!! I’m so excited!! Thank you for letting me be part of your court,” she shrieked, grabbing him, and hugging him. He was stiff in her grip, but Naomi didn’t notice. She let him go just as quickly and hurriedly stuffed her sketchbook and pencils away in her Adventure Backpack, zipping it shut and throwing it over her tiny shoulders. “I have to go find my parents, but I’ll come back and I’ll finish the drawing and bring it to you, OK?”
He nodded, looking sort of dumbfounded at her reaction. Naomi waved as she ran off back toward the path. She was part of a court now and she had a prince for a friend. That was every little girl’s dream. And that was how Naomi Sky became the first human and girl to fall into favor with the Forest Prince. They became fast friends and now Naomi hoped desperately that that friendship meant something as the troll and Changeling and Forest Boy led them toward the Forest Prince’s palace. His palace had been carved out of a hollowed gigantic tree smack-dab in the middle of the protected meadow. None of his minions could be seen, but Naomi knew they were watching from the trees’ tops and the shadows as they walked across the meadow, exposed, and toward the door into the huge tree.
Naomi had no idea how the Forest Prince did it, probably using some sort of magic, but despite the huge size of the tree on the outside, it was still a normal tree. But the instant they stepped inside the tree’s inside stretched and grew, becoming a giant circular room made completely of wood and full of all sorts of things. Gold and treasures and diamonds and jewels and jewelry and treasure chests and all sorts of stolen goodies and in the center of it all was a big bedecked throne. Lounging on that throne was the Forest Prince. He was now Naomi’s age. Eleven years old and had perfected the art of the wicked grin.
His eyes lit up and danced like they always did when Naomi walked into the room. He didn’t get up or move an inch though. As he’d gotten older his wardrobe had improved and grown more lavish. He was still barefoot, but now he wore a pair of green pants and a brown vest and was draped in a thick green robe made of leaves that changed in the passing seasons. During the Spring and Summer, it was alive and green, during the Fall it was gold and red and brown and during the winter it was pure white.
“Naomi Sky! My favorite human! Have you come with more sketches?” he asked, eagerly. He flicked his wrist and his creatures bowed and stood at the door, keeping keen eyes on Robin and Naomi.
Naomi grinned and walked all the way up to his throne, stepping over and around his treasures and shrugged off her Adventure Backpack. “I do. But, I want a trade.”
His brown eyebrows shot up and in one swift move he straightened in his seat, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “What sort of trade? You’ve never traded with me before, how thrilling,” he said, shooting her a teasing grin.
Naomi made a face at him and stuck her tongue out at his teasing and unzipped her backpack. “I need to know where the Wildlings go.”
She didn’t look at him as she said it, just kept her fingers busy by pulling out her sketchbook and zipping the backpack back up. But when she did dare a glance at him, his eyes had narrowed and they were focused on Robin who was still in the middle of the room, his arms folded.
“And who is that and why have you allowed him to enter my meadow?” he asked, his lips twisting in disgust.
Naomi held up her hand as if to stop him from hopping off his throne and killing Robin right there and then. “You never tell me everything, so why should I? If you want your sketches, then you have to tell me where the Wildlings go when they enter these woods.”
The Forest Prince didn’t like her response and his eyes darted from Robin and focused on her, daring her to look away. Naomi lifted her chin and stood her ground. She wouldn’t let him scare her away. Robin needed her help and it was her fault he was here in front of the Forest Prince to begin with. “You never keep things from me,” the Forest Prince mused.
“Well, I’m getting older and cleverer. I’ve learned from the best, have I not?” she asked, challenging him to deny it. The seconds ticked by as they locked in a battle of the wills, neither of them willing to back down and look away. Naomi’s eyes narrowed, daring him to refuse her. He needed her. She didn’t know why but he’d kept her around for this long, which meant he needed her for one purpose or another. Finally, a slow smile spread across his lips and he broke their staring contest, looking over her shoulder at Robin once more. “Very well. I’ll tell you. But I don’t want your sketches. Not today. I want to know his name.”
“Absolutely not,” Robin snapped, glaring at him.
Naomi nervously hopped in front of the Forest Prince’s line of sight, clutching her sketchbook to her chest. “His name is Robin.”
“Is it so?” the Forest Prince asked, smirking as he looked away from Robin and focused on Naomi.
Naomi nodded. “Yes. Happy now? Can I have my answer now?”
The Forest Prince thought about it for a second, making Naomi squirm. She knew he enjoyed watching her nervously wait for his response, he knew that he made her nervous to begin with. That he was unpredictable and that she didn’t like that and he used that unliking of his unpredictable personality to his advantage. Then he nodded and waved his hand, lazily going back to lounging in his throne. “Yes. The Wildling go to the Blue Lagoon. The waters and the nixies only accept Wildlings and the waters lead to another world. To their Autumn Palace. That is where you need to get to, isn’t it Prince of the Wildlings?” He grinned at Naomi’s shock and then smirked arrogantly over her shoulder. Naomi spun around and found Robin sneering at him. He took a step forward but Naomi hurriedly shoved her sketchbook into her backpack, zipped it shut and grabbed it and rushed over to him, grabbing his hand before he did something he would regret.
“Don’t. He has an army and that Changeling over there won’t mind eating you and taking your shape,” she whispered in his ear, giving his hand a squeeze. She could practically see the anger bubbling to his surface, wanting to overflow and challenge the Forest Prince, but her presence near him kept him from going for it. Instead, he grudging glared at the Forest Prince and turned around. “He’s not worth my time anyways,” he snapped.
“Nice to meet you. One of these days I’m going to find out what sort of pretty face is under that mask Your Majesty and when I do, well, you’d better sleep with one eye open,” the Forest Prince taunted.
Robin yanked at her hand, trying to spin around but Naomi kept a firm grip, tugging him toward the door. “Don’t. He’s baiting you. It’s not worth dying, is it?”
“I’d rather put that imp in his place and die than let him lounge on that throne like he owns the place,” he growled back.
“Well, right now he does own this place. Just leave it and let’s get out of here before he changes his mind and lets his Changelings loose on us,” Naomi said, as they passed their three guards on the way out. The Changeling licked its lips with its yellow tongue, its bulbous eyes watching them leave with hunger. She shuttered and hurried out and practically ran out of the meadow and back into the woods. She didn’t stop or let Robin stop running until they were so far away that she was sure none of the Forest Prince’s ears were listening to them as they slowed to a walk. Naomi stopped to catch her breath, her Adventure Backpack had slapped so hard while she ran full speed that her now back ached. Robin didn’t even look out of breath. “How are you not tired?” she gasped, looking up at him.
He had a stoic look about his eyes and turned away. “Wildlings do not get tired.”
“I doubt that,” Naomi said smiling as she straightened and fixed the straps of her backpack which had started to slip.
“Well it is the truth. So, where is this Blue Lagoon? I think it would be best if we get there as fast as possible seeing how the Forest Prince knows who I am and isn’t exactly… welcoming.”
“He’s not welcoming to anyone except when he wants something from them,” Naomi said as she pointed straight ahead and started walking. She knew the way to the Blue Lagoon like the back of her hand.
“Then what does he want from you?”
Naomi shrugged. “He likes my drawings…”
“Yes, but what does he want with you?” Robin insisted.
“I don’t know… I never figured it out or gave it much thought,” Naomi said with another shrug.
Robin gave her a pointed look. “Well you should. When a creature like the Forest Prince wants something from you, it can’t be a good thing.” He said the Forest Prince like it was a nasty word.
“I will. Once you’re gone. He’ll be on high alert until you leave…”
They fell into silence and Naomi led him the rest of the way to the Blue Lagoon. It was one of the most gorgeous spots in all of Hylan Hills. During the summer teenagers in their bikinis and swim trunks grabbed hold of the vine that hung from one of the trees and threw themselves into the deep end. The nixies often grabbed hold of their ankles out of fun and dragged them down then released them and let them swim back to the surface. There had also been quite a few nixie/human boy love affairs. Naomi only knew about them because her mom liked to sit and talk and talk with other moms and the teens of Hylan Hills who liked to live on the edge and touch the dangerous magic of the town often were brought up. Specifically, Brodie Jones and Jayden Corbin. They were always getting into trouble. Kissing nixies and Forest Boys and running around like crazy people and stepping off the forest path and getting into dangerous situations. Naomi strived to be like them when she grew up.
The Blue Lagoon was a few miles long and deeper than most lakes, going so deep that some said that it stretched all the way to the core of the Earth. Its waters were an unnatural and beautiful aquamarine blue with grass that gave way to white sand surrounding it. There were a few hills and knolls and that’s where the teens jumped off and into the deep ends.
Naomi had that on her Bucket List of Important Things To Do When She Grew Up. Jump off and into the deepest part of the Blue Lagoon. Right next to dancing with the dewdrop fairies during the Spring solstice and meeting a Wildling. She could check that last one off her list. Robin glanced around, finding the lake completely empty. School had just started a few weeks ago, and no one came around here until later during school nights. They had the place to themselves for now. “It’s beautiful,” he said.
Naomi beamed. She couldn’t help but feel pride for her town’s beautiful Blue Lagoon. It really was beautiful. “So… what do you do now? Just jump in?”
Robin shrugged. “I think that would be the best option. The nixies will lead me once I’m down there, I think.”
“Oh… ok,” Naomi said. As she followed him up onto one of the small hills a sinking feeling filled her stomach. The sort of feeling she’d once gotten when she was ten and at summer camp. A hollow sort of homesickness, at the thought of Robin leaving. Her first Wildling friend and he was leaving so soon.
Naomi bounced on the balls of her feet as he gripped a vine hanging from the tree on top of the hill, the one that the teens used to swing into the lake with. He gripped it with both hands and looked like he was going to leave without saying a word to them, but then he seemed to think about it and turned around. His dead leaf brown eyes looked sincere as he nodded at her. “Thank you for helping me Naomi Sky. May the Winds bless you and lead you. And… be careful around that Forest Prince. He looks as sweet as honey, but he tastes like poison. Watch yourself.”
Naomi nodded, tapping her fingers against the strap of her backpack. “I will. I hope you there. Stay safe! And come back and visit me because I would really like to see you again and I’ve never talked to a Wildling before. You’re my first one so… I would really like to see you again, you know, just to make sure your safe and stuff,” she said all in a rush.
She could imagine him smiling under that mask by the way his eyes crinkled. “I will. And… I will try to return. I am not sure if that is possible, but I will most certainly try. Goodbye Naomi Sky.”
Naomi’s heart fluttered in an unfamiliar way and she clasped her chest, trying to calm its excitement. She took a step back and waved like a crazy person. “Bye!” she shouted.
Then she watched as Robin got a running start and then jumped into the air. Naomi ran forward to the edge of the hill and watched as he fell into the water with a giant SPLASH. He disappeared for a second and then his head bobbed to the surface. With his black hair plastered to his mask’s forehead, he faced her and waved Naomi grinned and jumped up and down waving back. Then he took a deep breath and dove under. Naomi sat down on the hill and waited for him to resurface and say that it hadn’t worked. That the opening to the Autumn Palace wasn’t there and that the Forest Prince had lied, but he never came up. Naomi wasn’t sure how long she sat there, transfixed by the blue waters of the lake, but when she finally snapped out of her daze and looked up the sun was beginning to set. She gasped, remembering that she had told her mom that she would be back by dinner and jumped to her feet.
Naomi didn’t want to leave the lake, leave her chance to see Robin again, but she had to get home. Her parents wouldn’t be happy with her if she stayed out after dark. She ran all the way home, her converse smacking the ground and her eyes darting this way and that, half expecting Changelings to jump out of the shadows and grab her with their spindly fingers and drag her to the Forest Prince. They never did though and she made it all the way back to her backyard without an incident. She stopped on the back porch before throwing the door open and turned, smiling sadly at the spot where she’d first spotted Robin and promised herself that she would see him again. He wouldn’t leave her hanging. He would come back to visit.
And with that thought, the hope and promise that Robin would come back and maybe next time Naomi would get to see his real face, she smiled and opened the back door and walked inside, a sketch forming in her head. A sketch of a boy with a mask of autumn leaves and brown eyes the color of dead leaves and forest clothes on scaring away a little bunny from the backyard garden.
The End
Have a great week everyone!!