A Recipe for Disaster

Cooking is a skill that not everyone has, and if you’ve been reading my blog for a while then you know that my dad’s cooking skills are hit and miss. There was that one time he tried to make mashed potatoes without boiling them, which you can read about here, there was also the time he decided to make buckwheat aka wet sand pancakes, and then there was the other time when he decided to use honeycomb in cooked apples; you can read about that last one right now.

So every Saturday morning my family and I eat breakfast together. Most of the time my mom does the cooking, but once in a while, my dad will decide that he wants to make breakfast on his own. Now when he’s just making eggs, bacon, and toast, it’s no big deal; it’s when he tries to experiment that things tend to go downhill.

So it was Saturday, my dad was cooking, and he decided to make cooked apples, also known as fried apples. Most of the time cooked apples contain cinnamon, butter, and sugar, but this time, my dad decided to change things up. He put in cinnamon and butter like normal but substituted the sugar for honey. Now that alone probably didn’t mess things up too horribly; adding the honeycomb, that is what really sunk the ship. Once the apples started heating up a smell that was bad at best began floating through the air.

Unfortunate as the circumstances may have seemed at the time, breakfast wasn’t a total bust; in fact, if we’re trying to look on the bright side, it was educational. Now I know that melting honeycomb is a terrible idea.


No Love Like His

God loves us no matter what. If you think about that for more than a second, it’s pretty obvious that love like that is utterly extraordinary. Love like that isn’t something you can find anywhere else, because no matter where you look, no one but God has unconditional love. No one has God’s patience. And even if you feel like no one loves you, God does. All we have to do is ask for His love and He’ll give it to us. We don’t have to earn His affection; we just have to accept it. It’s a gift; so thank Him for it.


God Has Plans and Ice Skating

In a half an hour I’m leaving to go ice skating for the first time in years. I will probably fall. Life’s like that; in it, we will fall. The thing is, if we’ve given our lives to God, He’ll be there to catch us. So when we fall, instead of worrying about the fact that we messed up, all we need to do is ask God to catch us and watch and see how He will use this for His glory.
For instance, my anxiety has been a very large stumbling block for me, but God has used it. Now I know that when I feel my footing slip, all I have to do is give it God and let Him catch me. He’s always been there for me and He always will be.


Giving It All To God

Lately I’ve been stressed, but not over things that make sense. I’ve been anxious about things that don’t matter, but anxious nonetheless. For a while, I felt like there wasn’t much I could do, so I didn’t do anything. I just sat there and wallowed in my pain and heartache; well, not exactly. I tried to ask God for help and I knew he was there for me, but I was still worried, fearful, anxious, and nauseated. I took some time off school and tried to numb my mind with lots of Dick Van Dyke, but it didn’t really help. It felt like there wasn’t anything I could do, but when I was talking to my mom about how upset I was, she told me that sometimes we just have to give it all to God. That’s it. Just take everything and drop it at God’s feet. If you give something to someone, then it’s not yours anymore, so if I give my fears, worries, and dreams to God, they aren’t mine anymore; they’re his. And that means I don’t have to worry about them anymore. So I’ve given it all to God. It isn’t easy, I still feel stressed sometimes, but I also feel grateful…grateful that God brought me to this place, because if I hadn’t felt this way, I wouldn’t have realized how much I needed him, which, in case you’re wondering, is a lot.


Welcome to November


A lot happened in October, and I’m really hoping that even more will happen in November.

For one, I hope that my book will get better. In fact, I hope it will get done. My co-author and I are so stinkin close to being done that I can taste it. I mean we are going to be doing line edits this month and we have a query letter that just might be halfway decent. I really can’t wait to send out the queries and start on the second book, but the time is yet to come, so I’ll wait, even if I don’t like it.

Another thing that I hope to see more of in November is growth in my relationship with God. Recently, I’ve started to realize (again) that if I give God the chance, he will show me things to pray for so I can become more like him, and like everyone else, that is something I desperately need.

Also, in case you are interested, this month Wonder comes out, and, if I’m not mistaken, so does the MICHAEL VEY TV SHOW. If you can’t tell, I’m excited for the first one and like, REALLY excited for the second.

Lastly, I’m hoping to try and read a little more, outside of school that is, even though writing is keeping me extremely busy, and I could use some good book recommendations. I like upper middle grade and clean YA books, preferably realistic fiction, but some fantasy isn’t bad either, so if you know of any book like that, please let me know in the comments.

Thanks for reading!


Smart or Not #1

Welcome to a brand new series on my blog: Smart or Not. Basically, the concept of this series is that although I have a 4.0 GPA, I often do or think things that make me wonder if my intelligence is closer to that of a jellyfish. I hope you enjoy!

Ever since reading Finally by Wendy Mass I’ve been scared of waxing. Reading about Rory’s experience pretty much traumatized me, and, for a long time, I didn’t want to use body wax unless it was going to save me from a painful death by electric eels. Well, eventually, I got my nerve up, and I decided to let my mom help me wax my eyebrows. The funny thing is that when we were getting ready to do the waxing, I told my mom I wanted to do it, and she was like, “Uh, you might want to let me.” So I agreed, and as she was doing it I noticed that she was only spreading it around certain parts of my eyebrow.

“I thought you do it over the whole thing,” I said, looking confused.

Oh yeah, you heard right. I thought that when you wax your eyebrows you spread it over the entire eyebrow and that the wax knew which hairs to take off. This is the mark of a genius for sure. So, taking into consideration the fact that I thought “smart wax” was a thing, you tell me, do you think I’m smart or not?

Anyway, taking into consideration the fact that I thought “smart wax” was a thing, you tell me, do you think I’m smart or not?


Motivation: Every Writer’s Greatest Enemy

If Motivation doesn’t come to you, do without. Yes, some days the characters refuse to stay in character, no song is the right song, and it would be way easier to write if you only had the perfect picture of your main character. But giving it a rest doesn’t get a book written. Taking a break doesn’t make your book Barnes and Noble worthy. Nothing will make you a better writer than ignoring Motivation’s absence and making yourself write.