Inspiration Overload.

Too much time on my hands.

Cinderelly, Cinderelly.

This is the land of confusion.

Put the book back on the shelf.

Zuzu’s petals.

Must’ve been asleep for days.

There’s no foot inside, but there’s candy.

It’s a process.


Tra la, la, la, la. Spring is in the air. And I’m a flower with nothing interesting to say. 

I think of this line from A Bug’s Life every spring.

Now that I’ve finished reading through my novel and giving it more little edits, I’ve sent it off to some more beta readers for their feedback. I went with some Nerdfighter volunteers, which makes sense to me because themes in my novel are based on the Nerdfighter community. It’s a novel about becoming an independent adult, finding your own path in an era where that seems almost impossible, and finding love and companionship along the way.

I learned from Ellen Brock that I’m an intuitive planner – that’s at least the closest writer “type” I align with. I have a book outline, but I’ve also been going with my gut feelings regarding the plot and flow of the story. I feel like I’m the same with everything in my life: I have a general idea/plan, but then I kind of go with how I feel in order to get there.

If that makes sense.

Nobody told me how much patience goes into writing a novel. That’s been the hardest part, for me. I keep having to remind myself that it’s a process. Steps have to be taken, and some of them take longer than others. Some of them aren’t as fun. But it’s all a part of it.