Love For Notebooks

   The worst thing you can do to a writer is steal her notebook. Persons of other professions, including teachers, seem to think notebooks are a convenient, use-by-use, disposable items that have no meaning no matter who owns it. Notebooks are important!  Filled notebooks are the past, empty notebooks are the future, some planned, some

DIE MORTAL (Stop Calling Me I Think You Have The Wrong Number)

So this day…This week…Dis wekks! Sorry, I’m a little…LOOK AT THE PRETTY BIRD HIDDLES! LOOK AT DAT SHERASS! Now that we’re properly SherLoki’d, I can blog about books. I’m done with this books forever I never have to see it again End of The Semester Yaaassssss!!!! Not what I was going for, but look at the

August Wrap-Up

I admit it. My blog sucks right now. I haven’t posted substantial content in a while, and I haven’t really read much this month because I moved to a small town for college. The school library only has texts for class, and no fiction that I’ve seen, not even Shakespeare! So in August I posted:

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If Anyone Cares,

    I’ve been busy, and I’ll write some book blurbs& share a poem soon, but for now I hope these quotes inspire you.. “You only fail if you stop writing.” -Ray Bradbury “Unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson “No matter what

3 Worrisome Things

 I’ve been working at the library for a week now, and some things that have’t been a serious problem before are becoming problems now. For one thing, I have Asperger’s, which basically makes someone socially awkward, causing the brain to adapt with higher artistic and logical thinking. It makes me really blunt, like “No, you’re

Library Time

I recently got a new internship at the library! Books! Leisure! Relaxed oafs! Writing time!…Uh, no. The only thing accurate is the Books! part. Librarians work at a very odd pace. It goes by fast enough for only a few handful-of-minutes breaks, but slow enough to look like we’re doing nothing. I planned for the