Growth

I started blogging when I was thirteen. Something inside of me craved a blog, craved to take my words and put them inlace on the internet. I wanted to find people like me, people who would read my words and understand. Understand the emotions that filtered through my mind. And when I started blogging, there was one thing I swore to myself.

I would never stop blogging.

It’s been years on WordPress now. It’s been about four different designs for my blog, four different ways to present myself. And part of me isn’t disappointed. I haven’t been disappointed with the people I’ve met, with the stories I’ve told. I’ve found myself through poetry, I’ve found who I am as I’ve grown and changed. But this year, I entered a new season of life.

I’ve been working full time, while being a part of a writing conservatory, and trying business ventures. Overall, I’ve just worn myself out. Each moment I have is taken up with some kind of work, whether it’s art, writing, or actual work at the coffee shop. My soul finds itself growing exhausted, my mind doesn’t have enough brain cells to split with everything.

But thankfully, I have five days off work. Five days with nothing to do except heal. Because I’ve had wisdom teeth surgery. Needless to say, surgery is NOT fun, lol. But I’m surviving. I look like a a chipmunk and feel like I’ve been in a fight, but on the positive side, it’s giving me time to write. Time to come back to my blog, the place where I belong.

This past week has been full of amazing things. First off, I started drafting a novella, which I’m so excited about.

Astoria’s existence revolved around her scientific discoveries — no, really. If she didn’t make scientific discoveries, the rulers of the merrealms would euthanize her and her family, turning them into the sea foam that capped each wave. And even though she was a mermaid, she had no experience with humans or luring them into the depths. . . that is, until a siren brought in a half drowned man with the perfect genetic makeup to save their world — and her life — once and for all. 

Weapon of the Deep, concept

I started it on Friday, because besides watch movies, that was about all I could do. I’m afraid reading has had no attraction for me, and sleep has been hard to obtain. So being productive is the only other option. I’m so excited to see how this project turns out.

And talking about writing, I finished writing my last project on Wednesday. It was a fairytale mashup high-concept fantasy story that I had been writing since May. Which means it was the longest it’s ever taken me to write a book, but I don’t think I regret it. Different seasons of life mean that things take different amounts of time. And I’m proud of this book, it definitely caused me to grow as a writer, and that’s what’s important.

Growth.

I’ve been doing a lot of that, growth. And I don’t know if it’s been fun or if it’s been miserable. Probably a good amount of both, if I’m being truly honest. It’s not fun to have to grow, but it’s what it is.

I also started a new business, called Painted Prose Designs.

It’s a business where I hand paint hardcover books, and I’m so excited about it. The first launch was on Wednesday, so if you’d like to take a look at it, click the button right up there ^

I had so much painting these books, and I hope that you can purchase your favorite book with it’s unique cover. I also have some Christmasy ideas that’ll be launching soon, so make sure to follow the store, or follow Painted Prose Desgin’s Instagram @paintedprosedesigns.

So yeah, to say the least, I’ve been a bit busy this week, lol.

Back in 2017, when I first joined the blogosphere, one of the main questions was why do you blog? And I always struggled with that answer, but I think I know now.

I blogged because I needed it. Now I blog because I know others need it. And I’m so glad to be ale to blog. So thankful to be able to impact other’s lives. It’s something that carries such weight, but also such honor.

Why do you read blogs?

~~Amie~~

Snowball’s Opinion

Greetings, all you humans!  It is I, Snowball Rabbit.  I am Crazy A’s official mascot (look on side bar) and I was asked to write this post, since Amie seems to be rather busy at the moment.  Amie is a peculiar human being that decides to take on a lot of stuff, and then realizes some of them she can’t continue doing.  Of course, blogging is not something she will stop.  She just needs a break, and so she begged me to stand in for her today.

To explain a bit about me, you can go to my page here, or I can tell you some about me.  I am a rather handsome specimen of a rabbit, with the nicest ears you have ever seen.  I am an English Spot, and I have only five grey spots, making me a bad show bunny.  If only those judges knew what real English Spots are supposed to look like.  *humph*

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Oh, right.  We have to get back on topic.  Well, well, well.  The notes that Amie gave me say that I’m supposed to make you hyper about her book, because a lot of you don’t remember the teasers she gave in November.  Hey, I don’t remember that either.  Oh, yeah, I was only a few weeks old.  That makes sense.

*cough*  Amie’s first book, Operation: Green Serpent is in the middle of hopefully the last extreme edit.  She thinks she is smoothing out all of the hiccups, and is deep in considering different publishing methods.  When she talks to me of it, she sometimes gets really stressed out.  (She says I help reduce stress.  Whatever does that mean?)

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Well, she gave me some sneak-peaks to get you hooked.  She also said you can learn more about the characters here.

“Benji, what did you do now?” Cam laughed as she walked over to help Benji.  He was being pecked by three or four chickens, including the one he held in his hand.  Benji grinned sheepishly at his sister.

“Uh, nothing.  I was just trying to do what Dad told me.”

“I don’t think Dad told you to cause mayhem,” Cam responded, picking the birds up and stroking their white feathers.  “Are you labeling them?”  The Adamses bred chickens. Once the chicks were big enough to transport, they would go all over the neighboring states.

“Yes, I was trying to,” Benji sighed.

Uh, disgusting chickens.  Why can’t we have some civilized animals in this book?  Like perhaps a few rabbits?

 

The girls rode to the graveyard and let their ATV’s idle.  Cassy leaned down to the earth and saw horse prints.

“He’s here somewhere,” she said, brushing the dirt with her fingers.

“Yeah, right behind you,” Cam said as a loud whoosh of air went onto Cassy’s neck.

“What?” she gasped, turning around and grasping Ruther’s halter.  “You naughty boy!  I thought I told you to stay in your pasture,” Cassy remonstrated.  Ruther placidly continued to chew grass.

“Cassy, do you see those lights?” Cam’s voice was suddenly strained and scared.

“Where?” Cassy turned to look.  Cassy wasn’t easily scared.

“Right there,” Cam gasped, pointing toward a bright light.

Why does it always have to be horses?  Over grown lumps of muscle, I say!  Why not small fluffy things with cute ears?  Like me?

“Guys, I’m glad you all came,” Cassy began the meeting.  Jonathan, Cam, Benji, and Lily all sat watching her.  “We have a terrible problem right now, and you are all sitting there relaxed!  We should be facing it head on!  Keep going!  Don’t grow faint hearted.  We must be heroes!  Every one of us, strong and courageous with fortitude and careful thought. 

“We have someone threatening our freedom!  Someone trespassing and doing harm!  They should be punished!”  Cassy banged her fist on her palm.

“Um, Cassy, I think you’re getting a little off topic,” Cam reminded.

“Oh, uh, yeah.  Anyway, I was saying that someone has vandalized our graveyard.  They should restore it to its former life of cheerfulness and vitality.”

“Cassy, a graveyard being cheerful and vital is an oxymoron,” Jonathan objected.

“Oh, never mind then.”

Am I supposed to laugh?  Again, where are the bunnies!  What kind of disgrace is this?  There are supposed to be rabbits all over this book!  Instead there are humans!

The children looked at each other.  Now, it seemed almost silly to ask, but Cassy wasn’t easily daunted. 

“Jonathan was going to ask,” Cassy smiled, looking up at her older brother.

“All right, son, ask away,” Mr. Adams commanded.  Jonathan looked up and said,

“We were wondering if we could sleep near the graveyard.  Then, if we see any lights we’ll know something’s wrong.”

“You know, that’s not a bad idea.  What do you think, Susan?” Mr. Adams turned to his wife.

Mrs. Adams smiled at her children as she said, “I don’t think that’s a bad idea.  Let the children camp outside if they want.”

Mutiny!  Raid Amie’s cabin!  I declare WAR!  How could she be so callous as to not put me  in this book?  I thought I was her favorite creature ever!

*sniff*

Well, there you had it folks.  Some sneak peaks of Amie’s book.  She’s not exactly sure when it will be published, or where, but she is in the middle of processing it all.  Hopefully it will be sooner than it looks at the present.

I remain,

Snowball Rabbit

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Snowball Rabbit is the pet of Amie.  He is known for his friendly licks, love of hopping, and devouring apples at frightening rate.  He is a very handsome and patriotic rabbit.  An Uncle Sam in the rabbit world.  (And he wants you!  Just kidding 😂)