*blank stare*
“Umm, yeah, in fact I’m in the middle of writing a book with my best friend. And I’m a book reviewer, so I write a lot of reviews. And I blog…”
“Oh that’s cool. You’re writing a book? Cool…”
I was asked this question Sunday at church. The guy obviously had no idea what he was asking.
Do I like to write?
The answer to that would be yes. 
Very much yes.
Like, you’ve no idea.
I write everyday for many hours a day. It may not always be the chapter of a book, but I am constantly writing. Whether it be a review, blog post, journal, email…I’m always writing. Ok not always, but when I’m not writing, I’m thinking about what I could write next.
I love writing. LOVE it.
Katy is my writing companion(and boy is she awesome!). We’re in the middle of writing a novel called Scattered Tears. It takes place in 460 AD Persia during the time King Artaxerxes reigns. It has been tons of fun to write so far, and I eagerly anticipate seeing it complete.
This cover was created simply for enjoyment by Kait Culbertson. The images used are not ours and we hold no claim to them. The cover shown will not be used as the published book's cover.
That’s the cover I made for fun a ways back. It’s not my favorite book cover I’ve pieced together, but I still think it’s kinda cute. 
The one I designed for Katy is way cuter. Maybe I’ll get her permission and show it to you some time.
Anyway…back to the beginning subject.
I write.
I love writing.
Writing is a hobby.
Writing is a way of living.
Writing allows you to see the world through different eyes.
Writing is not always, in fact is almost never, fun.
Writing is almost always, though, enjoyable.
I’m a writer. Are you?
Today as I was sitting before the computer, talking to Katy and writing our book, I had a sudden urge for something to snack on. I stood up and strode to the kitchen, glancing into the pantry and fridge for something edible and satisfying. I spotted the carrots in the vegetable drawer. I hadn’t had carrots in a long time so I grabbed the bag.
I was munching on carrots, annoyed at the way they caught in my braces, but continued eating. They were really good.
Somehow I brought up to Katy that I was eating carrots. Then all the sudden I had a question – was I supposed to eat carrots with braces on?
“Umm no, I don’t think you are.” Was the response I got from my fellow braces-wearing friend.
Oops.
I looked it up to verify this.
No. I’m not supposed to eat carrots.
That’s interesting. [crunch]
As I continued eating the carrots I supposedly was not supposed to have, I found this list of foods that I am not supposed to eat.
FORBIDDEN DELECTIBLES THAT ARE REALLY YUMMY THAT YOU CAN’T HAVE:
Hard candy
Caramel
Taffy
*Hard bread crusts
*Pizza crust
*Hard nuts
*Tacos
*Tortilla chips
Corn Nuts
Popcorn
Jerky
Corn on the cob
Dried fruit
Cut these into bite-sized pieces:
*Bagels
Apples
*Raw carrots
*Raw celery
*Steak
Avoid chewing:
Gum
Ice
Bones
Watch out for sugar in:
*Jelly
*Syrup
*Honey
*Sugared cereals
*Breakfast rolls
*Catsup
*Desserts
*Sodas
* I’ve had these since braces were on.
Ok first of all I’d like to ponder why on earth they had to add “bones” to that list.
“Look I’m really sorry Mr. Orthodontist, but I just couldn’t help myself! I had such a craving for bones.”
Wha?Anyway. I’m pretty sure they want me to starve.
*orthodontist scans list of foods I can’t have*
“Umm…lets see. Uh. How about I give you a list of foods you can have. It’ll be a shorter list.”
I’m serious.
They want me to starve.
At least I can still have…umm…lettuce.
And umm. Rice pudding.
Greatest man in history named Jesus. Had no servants, yet they called Him Master. Had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher. Had no medicines, yet they called Him Healer. Had no army, yet kings feared Him. He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world. He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him. He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today.
Today Wally passed away when I accidently left my Jack Russell in the same room with him. I feel terrible and miss feeling the little furball scamper up and down my arms, nibble on my fingers, and cuddling in the palm of my hand. What saddens me even more is that I can’t get another pet like him – my dog can’t jive with rodents.
It was something I never could imagine happening to me. I mean, I rescued a baby squirrel. It livead in my room. It climber on my shoulder. It ate from my hand. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on — and it was a once in a lifetime happening.
And I ruined it by not paying attention to where my dog was.
*sigh*
Life is hard sometimes.
I’m sorry Wally. Fairwell. You’ve no idea how much I miss you.
Today I rescued a baby squirrel. It is 7-8 weeks old. Its the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. That’s about all I have to say right now. More to cone later!
Yep. That’s me. Totally unsocialized. Like all homeschoolers.
Cause homeschoolers are unsocialized, right?
Isn’t that how it works?
At least that’s the impression I get from all those people out there who wonder how on earth I’m going to get the socilaization I need in life when I’m homeschooled and don’t go public school.
Homeschooler = Unsocialized physco
Umm.
Can I show you something?
Yeah it’ll only take a second.
Those are my friends I spent 7 hours with every Monday last year. Half of those friends I campaigned with 3 times a week through the summer. A half of that half I talk to on a weekly basis.
These are my closest friends – the ones I campaigned with 3 times a week through the summer. We faced hard, bad, good, cold, hot, frustrating, rejoicing, and many other moments during our experiences; and we all got along wonderfully.
Did I mention these kids(my campaigning group) all have the same beliefs as me? It’s even not unheard of for us to have theological discussions.
Yeah. I’m homeschooled.
Unsocialized?Well. I’ll leave that for you to decide.
- They always find a way to make you smile every single day.
- They are completely ridiculous in a really adorable way.
- Most of the time when they’re talking, you have no idea what they’re saying — but you smile because it’s still the cutest thing you’ve ever heard.
- They always have something on their face, and no matter how many times you tell them to clean it it never gets clean.
- They’re excruciatingly happy with the smallest of gifts.
- Once they get to be a little older, they fight over who is the most gentlemanly and race each other when opening the door for you. It’s uber cute.
- They try the silliest things to please you…like picking you a leafy weed out of the backyard with the hopes that you’ll put it in a “vase”.
- They tell you things like “You’re the aweshomest.” and “You’re my best friend. You can give me chocolate now.” or “Ooh I like your hair like that!”
- They’re completely adorable.
- They love you so much and try to prove it each day, and you can’t help but love them back…100 times more.
