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.

Monster Poem 1

This was brought about by a Halloween prompt last year. I felt the need to share it 🙂

Three monsters,
Six monsters,
Purple monster,
Green monster.

Orange monster,
Shiny monster,
Bloody monster.
Scary monster.

That monster has big sharp teeth.
That one has a bloody axe.
Where did all these scary monsters,
Come from.

Some are big, some are small,
Some are short and some are tall.

Some look hungry,
Others look mad.
And some look very, very bad.

Oh I am not staying around,
Any much longer,
I don’t not want to find out
If they are hungry or worse.

Time for me to run,
Run from these horrible monsters.

Poem for my Sister

That little white bear,
the bear that is a constant reminder.
A constant pain in my heart,
because I know you are not here with us.

The bear that was given to me,
on that dreadful day.
The day we laid you in the ground.
The day we cried for hours.
The day that we had to realize what had happened,
that it wasn’t just a nightmare.

I wish I had you here,
instead of a small, white bear that holds a pink heart.
Instead of clinging to it, I wish I could hug you.
I wish you were not taken from us.
Every ounce of me wishes you were here.

But I know you had a higher purpose,
and were needed for something greater.
So I await the day I get to see you again.
I love you sissy.

My Life with Tourettes

I was diagnosed with tourettes about about five years ago at the age of 19, which was a shock to my neurologist because typically people that have tourettes outgrow their tics around the age of 18, mine worsened to where my parents noticed something just wasn’t right. We were watching a documentary about tourette syndrome and my mom looked at me and I was doing the exact same things the teens on the television were doing, just not as violently. My tics cause involuntary movement of my upper body as well as involuntary sounds. Sometimes the sounds are quite funny. I’ve yelled ‘elbow’ and ‘yabba dabba doo’ and what’s even funnier is the fact that my best friend has tics she yells ‘yes’ and I typically yell ‘no’.

My tics are brought on by boredom, stress, and a few are chemically induced. The chemicals my dad uses at work cause a reaction with my brain that cause my body to go out of whack resulting in a major tic attack, which isn’t fun. And with me being ADHD I’m typically always bored, even if I am doing something, I’m bored. And I’m a full-time college student, and that is where the stress comes from, plus my worrying about my brother who has epilepsy and my mom who has a bunch of health issues, I’m a major stressed out person for my age.

My biggest issue with tourettes is that people do not understand it, so when I have an attack in public I feel really embarrased and people look at me like, ‘she’s a drug addict’ or ‘there is something wrong with her’. Technically there is something wrong with me, but it isn’t that I am a drug addict, far from it. They define me by my tics, which is hard to handle because if people wouldn’t label based on that, they would know that I am a straight A college student, graduated with honors with my Associates Degree, I am training to be a crime scene investigator, and am working on becoming an author. Not to mention I’m a pretty cool person once you get to know me for me and not my tourettes.

I’ve always have tourettes now that me and my parents have looked back. As a child I would randomly have tics but my parents had just thought I was dancing, because that is what it looked like. Or when I’d have a vocal tic they thought I was just trying to get my way, when in reality I was having a tic attack. But back then tourettes wasn’t too common in my area and we didn’t know anything about it, so we simply didn’t know I had it. And if it wasn’t for that documentary we might not have ever known I did. But my brothers neurologist had seen me have a few episodes in the office with my brother and she told me to go get checked out, and sent me to a neurologist for adults.

It was in that visit that I had been diagnosed with tourettes and shocked my doctor with my case. It is uncommon for a person’s tics to worsen after the age of 18, so it is a bit rare that mine worsened at the age of 19. Also I could tell when I was going to tic, and from what he told me, some people don’t know that they are about to have an attack, and at first he associated that with epilepsy, but after talking with him he had decided it was more like tourettes because I didn’t come out of them dazed and lethargic, and I knew what was going on. I was then sent for an MRI, where they examined my brain and my neck to see which part of the brain was being attacked, nothing came up abnormal. I can honestly say being in the MRI tube for 2 hours was not fun, and that afterwards I slept the entire day because I was physically and emotionally drained from the experience. And the bad part is I was suppose to have blood work done afterwards because of my bleeding disorder, but I didn’t make it to that.

Now it has been about five years since my diagnosis and I’ve learned to cope with my tics, and I’ve figured out tricks to suppress them. Which I might add for me makes them 10 times worse later on, so I try not to hide them, because it leaves me drained. I also know when I am going to have an episode, it feels like pins-and-needles creeping up my back and then bam, tic attack. But the best thing for me to do to eliminate the boredom and the stress is to pick up a pen, paint brush, pencil, computer, anything I can be creative with. Doing something artsy and that I love keeps me boredom-free and calms my nerves so that I am not so stressed out.