Wickedly Misunderstood Book Cover

I’ve already revealed my cover on Facebook, it’s been up for a good while. It has changed a little bit since this version, and the newer version no one will see until release day. But the only changes are some moving around of text, and my name change. As well as the added pitch line on my cover. 

The meaning behind the image is detailed within the book, so I won’t give that away. But the image is something I hand drew and painted. 

The book also has photos in it and a bit of a surprise as well. So there are lots of surprises inside the book that no one has seen before 😀 

Wickedly Misunderstood releases on 2/11/14 and is a part of a giveaway event on 2/15/14.

My Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorChasityNicole

My Website: http://chasitynicolebooks.weebly.com/

Event Page: https://www.facebook.com/events/1514648888760331/1518638018361418/?notif_t=like




The End of Dreams by Misti Dawn, Cover Reveal

Today my best friend hit 350 likes on her Facebook page. Once she hit 350 she promised to share the cover of her upcoming book with those on Facebook. I finished making her cover this morning, and am rather stoked at how awesome it came out. Her book is being released on 2/11/14, and on 2/15/14 we have a giveaway event going on on Facebook. 

This is book two of her spy series, the first book is called A Dangerous Life, and is listed on Amazon at http://www.amazon.com/A-Dangerous-Life-Misti-Blake/dp/1608132994. Book one was amazing, and I can’t wait to read book two and find out what happens.

Misti’s Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/authormistidawn

The Event Page: https://www.facebook.com/events/1514648888760331/1515107702047783/?notif_t=like


Good Night Poem

Good night world
Today has been a glorious day
Tomorrow will be better
As new things await

My writing muse has bid me a-do
As I must do to all of you
For my pillow is calling my name
And my eyes are doing the same

Pleading me that it is time to go
Into my dreamworld I’ll shall go
A good nights sleep I shall get
Until the sun rises again

Good night all
Pleasant dreams
Tomorrows a new day
Filled with new scenes


It’s Official

Me and my best friend have been working on finalizing the details for our upcoming book releases. We plan to release our books on the same day 2/11/14 and host a book release event on 2/15/14. I am excited that the both of us have come this far.

This will be my very first published book, and is titled Wickedly Misunderstood. It is her second book release, The End of Dreams. 

I am super excited for the two of us and can’t wait to see how our release goes. We’ll be giving away some really neat things too. 

https://www.facebook.com/events/1514648888760331/?context=create&ref_dashboard_filter=upcoming – Event

https://www.facebook.com/authormistidawn -Misti Dawn

https://www.facebook.com/AuthorChasityNicole -Myself (Chasity Nicole)

Beginning of The Outlandish Hero

A few days ago I posted about writing a story called The Outlandish Hero. This story is for a project that is for a charity initiative that is donating all funds to St. Jude Children’s Cancer ward. I said I was going to share a tidbit of the story with you, and since then I’ve forgotten to do so. So much going on and my brain is pretty much everywhere right now.

It is still in the beginning stages, and will stay at this stage until I finish editing my novel and another short story. That shouldn’t take me long as I plan to finish my novel editing by the end of this week. Let’s see how well that goes.

As I sit under a tiny tree, one that hasn’t quite reached its prime, I day dream about all the possibilities of life. I dream of becoming a knight and fighting for my kingdom, of walking out of the barricaded walls one day. But I know that neither of those things are physically possible. I can’t be a knight for I am a girl, and it isn’t civilized for any girl to become a knight—so my father says. As for leaving these barricaded walls it wasn’t safe, those who left never returned. I felt deep in my gut that I could make it through those walls, through the twisty maze of trees that had grown up around us, and out of this secluded place.

Countless days I sat just staring out the gates looking at the twisty trees that had surrounded us. We really don’t know where they came from. The king and queen of our little kingdom said that it’s a curse on our king and that whomever cast the curse won’t release us until our kingdom is in shambles. Lately, that’s been the case, we’ve had riots nearly every night, people have been jumping the gates to get free, and it’s all around chaos. Not something any of us need to really deal with or see, especially a fourteen year old girl that still believes there is good in this twisted world.

Thinking about my Sissy

Not a day passes that I don’t wonder about how it would have been to have you here with us. Not a day goes by that I do not miss you, I miss you every day. I wish everyday you could be here and that you weren’t taken from us. And as I write and portray characters are red heads it makes me ache more to be able to point to you and say this awesome character is about her. Instead I keep it bottled up that the reason I always have a red haired character is because of my sister up in heaven. I pains me to keep it bottled up that the reason I dye my hair red is in memory of you. 

I know you know that we miss you, and I know that you are constantly watching over us, and I know that one day we’ll be reunited, and until then I wait. I write and wait. Writing seems to ease the pain and ease the heartache but some days nothing seems to help except to write about you and tell the world about that dreaded day.

And when all else fails I clutch the big white bear and just pray and pretend that the bear is you. The big white bear, the tiny white bear, and the brown bear all came to be mine at your funeral as they were gifts from relatives. Not sure how a bear was supposed to help an 8 year old child cope with the lose of her sister, but they thought it would ease the pain, it never did. They were just constant reminders of placing your tiny white casket in the ground beside our uncle, and of your gray heart shaped tombstone that rest above you. 

We went and saw you a few weeks back, and I hid my tears from my boyfriend, trying to be strong. Knowing I wanted to burst so despiratly into tears, that have been building up these last few days.

Snow Poetry

Snow, what is this snow that people speak of?
Snow is frozen drips of water,
that falls down from the sky.
Covering the ground in a blanket of white.

Snow, every young child’s delight.
Children ride on sleds,
But it is not safe to ride your bike.
Though it causes adults some fright.

Roads become unsafe,
as icy crystals fall from the sky.
Schools and job close
because it is unsafe to travel.

Snow is beautiful when you see it.
So many thing you can do with it.
Build snowmen, make snow angels.
Even have snowball fights.

Snow is really a wonderous delight.

Helpful Writing Tips

Several months back I made a list of some helpful writing tips. One’s that I use when I’m actually writing. Though I will admit, sometimes it is hard to follow them and I do get side tracked from time to time.

1. You don’t always need quiet to write, some people write better with distractions. I have music playing or the sound of my boyfriend playing a video game in the background.
2. Facebook and other forms of social media are great, but when you writing they become a distraction- So cut them off.
3. Don’t be afraid to ask for advice. At first I wasn’t scared to ask the opinion of other writers because I was unsure of what would happen. Now I realize that when you are stuck the best thing to do is ask your writing friends for advice.
4. Carry a notebook with you wherever you go. This way if you get inspiration you can write it down.
5. Don’t worry about editing in the beginning, just write, edit later.
6. If you have to write a character bio out for your characters to get a better feel for them. I did this and found out two of my characters have a dark past that I had never planned on them actually having, but it worked out.
7. Never be afraid that your ideas are not good enough. You can’t please everyone, write it as you want, not what everyone wants.
8. Join writing groups, they help.
9. If you have the same dream over and over again, about something that no one has wrote about, then write about it. This is a sign!
10. Writing is a fun way for you to reduce stress and get those little voices in your head to stop screaming so loud. So let them be heard, write their stories for the world.

Story behind The Outlandish Hero

I am the person who wants to see the world become a better place, for everyone. That is why I am a part of three anthology projects that are donating all funds to charities. Agabe book anthology is my own project with some amazing authors writing amazing stories based on tough things they’ve been through. The Fear anthology was a bit different in that it was based solely on fear and all funds go to charity on that one too. Then I was approached with a new one today, via my Agabe group about a project that is going to donate funds to the St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital to help fight Pediatric Cancer. I’m all for writing something to help out the project.

My mother has been diagnosed with cancer twice, so cancer is something that hits close to home with me. Also I was hospitalized back in 2007 and was sent to a pediatric cancer doctor to make sure my bleeding disorder was because of cancer. I went to the Levine Children’s Hospital, if I’m not mistaken.

Those are the reasons that I have chosen to write a story for this project, I may or may not be chosen. But that is a guessing game in the long run. But that thought will not keep me from writing an amazing story of a young hero who takes life into her own hands.

Now that you know the background behind it, I’ll share a sneak peak of the beginning of the story in another blog posting in a little while.

Monster Poem 2

I’m dying to know.
Would you like to be a fuzzy monster, or a black crow?
Would you rather be a plain monster, or a silly monster?
I really must know.

How about a monster with 86 toes?
Or one with seventeen eyes?
Would you rather be a scary monster,
or a friendly monster?
Come on tell me which, which would you pick?

Would you want to be a tiny monster,
what about a big monster?
Would you like to be able to hide in small places?
Or be able to fly?
Tell me, tell me know. I am dying to know.

Would you rather have purple fur, or green scales?
Would want to be a land monster, or one who sails?
Tell me now, make up your mind. and let me know.