Split Your Heart, Not Your Tongue

 "It's the little things and the joy they bring..."   I finished my fourth novel, Turn It Off a couple of days ago (it's the third and final installment in the "Tragic" series) and now I realized I have nothing to do until I decide to start my fifth. I'm trying to wait it out so I can start with a fresh mind and let go of the characters I learned to love so much (and who were very real to me) and that's when I realized how much something so small like completing a project can mean. My first novel, A Tragic Heart has been receiving great reviews from readers and truthfully, I can't remember the last time I felt so...whole (probably in Australia back in November/December). The recent reviews I received confirmed just how much I want to continue with the writing thing. My entire life I always wanted to be a part of entertainment and the positive feedback I've been receiving from people only makes me want this more. A little thing like a si

I currently have 'Nsync's " God Must've Spent A Little More Time on You " on repeat and I'm wondering why they don't make music like this anymore? The 90s and early 00s had a bunch of iconic music that no era would ever be able to duplicate and it's a little sad to think about. How did we fall so low as a society that we accept what's on the radio now? What happened to the people who appreciated meaningful Pop music and not just Pop music that caused you to mindlessly bop your head? I don't know about the rest of you but I was a major 90s/00s Pop freak! I had (and still have) everything 'Nsync, Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera (just to name The Big 4). I remember a time when slow jams and pop ballads were welcomed over the airwaves and everything wasn't EDM and about popping molly. There's nothing more that I would want than to be able to hear stuff like "From The Bottom Of My Broken Heart" and &q

 "We can't be judged. We can't be told we're not good enough because of our past. After all, we're all red on the inside."- RED (Part II of A Tragic Heart) So, a few people have been asking me about my next novel and I am happy to say that it will be coming out soon (I am shooting for this Fall!). I may have found an editor for the novel and I recently designed the cover for it (it is subject to change but more than likely it won't). RED, is a continuation of A Tragic Heart, and for those of you who read the latter should already have an idea whose story it is (I don't want to spoil it for the rest of them). While A Tragic Heart was a bit more intense, RED still tackles major issues and deals with the feeling of being "unwanted" or a "mistake". Sometimes it's hard to define who we are when the world sees us as something else and that is what the main character in RED is dealing with. Just like A Tragic Heart, there are ma

Here is a poem that I written a while ago (probably in 2010). I know I was only 18 when I wrote it. It's written in permanent marker on my bedroom wall (along with many song lyrics and quotes). It's called " Too Far Gone " and at the time I considered it one of the best pieces I've ever written. It's about how people tend to judge our actions but never ask why we reacted the way we did. I always felt like that was one of the most unfair aspects of life. We all have a story and we all are the way we are for a reason. No one decides to wake up in a bad mood and no one turns out the way they are simply because they felt like it . There's more to everyone and I think that people should always remain mindful of that. Basically, it's for anyone who has ever felt misunderstood (which is everyone). What do you do when you believe But your faith isn't strong? When you do the right thing But it ends up wrong? I'm walking around this empty spac

 I did things a little differently this time around. Instead of posting on my own log, I guest blogged for a fellow author who goes by the name Kelly Martin. In this post I give advice to teens dealing with certain issues while bringing awareness to some serious situations. Click the link below to read more: Teen Issues

"I'm far too loud; it's like, as soon as I've got an opinion it just has to come out. I laugh at stupid things just 'cause they tickle me. Sometimes I wish I was like __________. She got some prittstick and she glued her lips together, so she never had to speak..." " ...But by then it's too late, no one wants to know me. " Does anyone else feel like no one around them knows anything about them except for a few shallow things? Isn't it scary once you realize that no one at all really knows who you are? Have you ever felt like you're worth was equivalent to a brick wall? I don't know about you but I would like to feel like something. I would like everyone around me to know who I really am and what I have to offer. Early this morning I was sitting in my car and thinking about all of the amazing people I know and I felt like I wasn't even on the list. All of my female friends are...different from me. Why couldn't I be m