Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

2016 is finally coming to an end, and oh boy has it been a wild ride! Full of good times and bad for everyone in the world, unfortunately with more bad than good, it can be difficult to be happy, especially during this time a year.

For me personally, it took a long time for me to get into the Christmas spirit. Last week when I realized Christmas was only a few days away, I honestly panicked a bit. I usually try and buy my presents months in advance so that I wouldn’t have to worry about last minute shopping in the snow and ice, however the only present I had gotten months ago was a necklace I ordered for my mom’s birthday. By the time Christmas was a week away I had only found something for my sister on Black Friday and half of something for my mom.

I honestly was very concerned (concerned meaning I was stressing hardcore). When I was running around like a maniac looking for presents like so many others out there in the snow and rain, the last thing on my mind was the Christmas Spirit. The only thing I was worried about was finding stuff for my family that they would like within my very small budget, which of course meant buying pricey stuff with as much money as I could spare!

It wasn’t until about four days before Christmas Eve that I realized what kind of mindset I was in. I was talking to my parents when my dad lamented that he had not gotten anything for mom for Christmas. Without thinking I told him that having him here in the flesh for Christmas would be gift enough not only for her but for all of us. Mom agreed with me, but what I had said struck me. I was so busy worrying about having enough money to buy things for the ones I love that I didn’t realize what I already had. My dad was home, in the flesh, for not only Thanksgiving but also Christmas. Yes, that meant we had almost no money coming in, but dad is HERE, for the first time in YEARS! I was there; yes living in a *cough*cursed*cough* leaky 5th wheel trailer, but I was with my family. ALL of my dearest, closest friends were here with me, allowing us to spend our own little ‘squadmas’ party and exchange gifts with each other before going to our own families.

Honestly, I was disappointed with myself. I was worrying over the material things when I should have been so grateful for what I already had. I felt like I was in a cheesy Christmas movie, learning about the true meaning of Christmas after going through so many things I thought were major when they really weren’t.

I guess what I’m trying to say is I finally remembered what the most important things in life are. I’m a little mad at myself for having to relearn this lesson in the first place, but after all that has happened in this past year we need to try and remember what is most important in life: the ones we love. Stuff isn’t what makes us the most happy, it’s being able to be home and surrounded by family and friends. In the darkest times of our lives, the only constant we can rely on are those who truly, honestly care about us.

2017 is going to be a new start for me. I have two resolutions that I plan on working on: first take better care of my body so that I can be healthy, and second stress less over my funds and concentrate more on keeping my connections with others strong.

What are your resolutions? What did you learn this Christmas/year? I would love to hear from you, either in the comments here or in my Facebook post.

I hope you all had a pleasant holiday season, and good luck on the new year. I believe in you!


Happy Father’s Day

I’m a day late, but I still wanted to talk about how amazing Father’s day was for me yesterday. I am so lucky and so grateful for my father and everything he taught me. He is no where near perfect, but I wouldn’t trade him for any other dad because I couldn’t have made it this far in my life if it wasn’t for him.

To give you a bit of background (and I apologize if I’ve mentioned this before), my Dad was unemployed for a long time until a few years ago when he was finally able to get a job for various oil companies as a doc specialist. We were so grateful for this opportunity, but at the same time it was hard because he was always out of state, sometimes for years at a time.

Recently he was living in Pennsylvania, but a couple weeks ago his contract ended, so he came home. This was both great and unsettling at the same time, because he’s finally home after about 3 years of being away, but now he doesn’t have a job anymore and our income has massively dropped. For now anyway. It took me a while to realize this, but that meant Dad was able to be home for Father’s day. I was so excited! It had been so long and now we all got to be able to celebrate with him together as a family.

Now something I know I haven’t mentioned before is that I have a wonderful opportunity to dog-sit these adorable pair of dachshunds every now and then. What’s more is I get to stay in the house the dogs live in which is so fancy and beautiful and HUGE. I always enjoy this because it also allows me to have a completely quiet place where I can do homework and other responsibilities (yay for laptops!) This weekend I’m dog sitting (I’m doing so while writing this actually) and at first I was concerned. My plans of having Father’s day together as a family was thrown off because this place is 45 minutes away from where I live, and that’s a lot of gas for me to drive every day. I wasn’t sure what I would be able to do, but then my mom and I came up with an idea: we would celebrate Father’s day here at the fancy house. I had already been given permission because the owners want me to enjoy the house and I was free to invite my friends and family as long as nothing got broken/lost (duh). So, I made a large pot of my favorite potato soup recipe, my sister made made-from-scratch mini berry cobblers, and my mom picked up rolls and drinks. We had a family dinner out on the backyard patio, had long discussions, then played an altered game of billiards. All in all it was a fantastic night.

Having my dad home and being able to spend so much time with him made me realize how much I love him and am grateful for him. He may not win the best dad in the world award, but he will always be the best in my book because yes he made mistakes, but he learned from them and moved on. Because of that I will always look up to him. He has an incredible amount of strength that sometimes I don’t think he can see, but I can and I try to remind him as much as I can.

Happy Father’s day everyone. I hope that it was good, and if it wasn’t I hope that today was better for you. Thanks for reading!


Happy Mothers Day!

Today is a day where we celebrate the awesomeness that are mothers! All over the country mothers are showed with flowers, chocolates and countless gifts by their loved ones, but I run into a small problem every year. What do you get someone who is a saint? I usually figure something out, in fact this year I was able to paint a simple picture of a peacock, her favorite animal. But I always have the problem of feeling like what I do or make isn’t enough to show the amount of love and gratitude I have for my mother.

Let me tell you about my mother. She grew up in unusal circumstances, with her mother murder when she was very young and her father walking out of her life. So she and her brother were raised by her grandparents. We always like to joke that the mother’s side of the family, the Parkers, have a curse to die prematurely for odd reasons, because they seemed to drop like flies while she grew up. Her brother, my uncle Mark, died from medicine malpractice, her grandmother died from diabetes that she didn’t really take care of, and her father was shot by his new girlfriend on his birthday. I’ve never been so happy to not have a certain name!

So my Mom went through a lot of death during her childhood, she had to take care of her grandparents while growing up, and only really had one best friend in her life. After her grandmother died, her grandfather became bitter and would often take it out on my mom, but she continued to help him and care for him. When she first told me her story, I marveled at how happy she was and still is. She never complains about life or when things go wrong and she always had a smile on her face.

Her story doesn’t end there. She met my Dad, who was very bitter at the world, and they didn’t like each other very much. Then they started hanging out, then dating, then eventually my Dad asked her to marry him, to which she (eventually) said yes. When they went to her grandfather for his blessing, he didn’t approve. He forced her to choose him or my Dad, and I’m sure you can guess who she chose. She was ready to live her life. Unfortunately the rest of her family weren’t very happy with her decision, so they cut off communication with her, leaving her all alone.

Years later I came along, then my brothers, then my sister. All through my life I’ve only seen my mom cry three times that I can remember: when my Grandpa Fritz died, when she accidently stepped on one of our kittens (who survived), and when one of us (I can’t remember who) got her so frustrated and mad she started crying. I don’t know about you, but if I had to go through what she did I wouldn’t be as happy as she is.

She’s always serving us, making sure we have clothes, food, and toys, and she even spent a lot of time working while my dad went to school to help keep a roof over our heads. She taught us how to clean, cook and take care of the various pets we’ve had, then when we moved to a farm she learned with us how to build structures, care for a garden, and take care of a large property.

She also helped us emotionally, especially me. She was always there giving us support during our trials, cheered at our successes, and gave us a shoulder to cry on when things went terribly wrong. I’ve told her everything about my life, my thoughts, my feelings, and she gives me treasured advice. I would not be where I am today if it wasn’t for her, and not just because she gave me life.

I love her with every fiber of my being and I feel so sorry for those who complain about their mothers because of things mothers should do to their children or suffer because of their mothers neglect. I never had that problem. I had a mom who loved me and cared for me. She never belittled me for my thoughts or my mistakes. She always welcomes me home with open arms, no matter how long I’m away. I tell her I lover at the end of every conversation or when we part ways, even if it’s just a wall seperation us. I wish I could show her how much she means to me.

Thank you for listening to my rambling. I hope you all are having a wonderful day, and to all of the mothers out there: Happy Mothers Day!


Why is it so Hard to Love?

This is a question I’ve been asking myself lately. With so much hatred manifesting itself throughout the world, it’s hard to see if there’s any love left, both for others and towards ourselves.

As I’ve mentioned before, I have depression and it’s been getting pretty bad for the last couple of days. As I drove home from work tonight, I wondered why it was so hard for me to just love myself and my existence. I’m always looking out for people, I am very attractive, I have an amazing family, I have caring friends, I even have someone I’m growing very fond of, and yet I can still sit alone in the car and yell at myself for literally no reason other than I am not perfect and last night and throughout today I’ve had thoughts of the many ways I could end it all. I’m very grateful that I still can see that that’s not the solution, but it still scares me.

Then I thought about the recent bombings, terrorist attacks and other violence across the world and wondered how anyone could be happy. There are so many reasons for us to be afraid and feel hopeless, to hate the world and those who cause us harm or pain, and yet I still see so much kindness and love around me. How much better the world can be if we can just love and let go of our contentions! There would be no worries of people hurting others, there would be more service to our fellow man, there would be peace. I realize this is just a wish, but I can’t help but wonder.

But now that I’m done rambling, back to what I was mentioning earlier. I’ve heard people mention that they wonder how someone could live without certain illnesses or trials that others are struggling with, and I’ve wondered the same thing. It must be so nice to be able to go though the day without suddenly screaming at yourself, twitching as a bad memory resurfaces, wanting to run away from everything and everyone at the drop of a dime. It must be so nice to feel comfortable around those you love and not worry about saying or doing something that would make them worry about you. It has been so long since I’ve had that kind of peace that I don’t remember what it was like.

It is very possible that the problems I’m having are results from a chemical imbalance, but I feel that my sensitivity to emotions and moods has a large part to play. With everything that is happening in the world it can be hard for me to be happy. How dare I be happy when others are suffering. How dare I feel peaceful when others are in pain. How dare I.

But then I remember how much work love takes. It’s not something that comes easy and out of the blue. It takes work, time and effort for it to grow and survive. Just because I don’t feel love for myself doesn’t mean I should just give up. I should accept the challenge and work at it because it will be so worth it in the long run.

Sure, the world is a crappy place right now, but shouldn’t we take that as a challenge to make it better in any way we can?

(I apologize for the rambling, but I felt that I needed to say this. Have a great night!)


New Year, New Things

Hey everyone! I hope you all had a fantastic holiday season and that your new year had a great start! I know mine did.

To start off, I’m sorry I’ve been scarce. Last year was a whirlwind of changes, adventure and heartache, which made life difficult, let alone writing! With everything that happened I decided to take a break from a lot of my hobbies and try to spend as much time as I could dealing with everything, one of which was college! I am now attending my first semester at the Brigham Young University of Idaho, and there was still a lot of things I had to do (and still have to do!) I’m staying in a dorm with some friends, and today is my second day of classes, so I’m trying to get used to all of this as well as keep my part-time job AND writing, but I think it’s all coming together.

In case anyone was interested, I’m working towards a Recreational Therapy degree right now, and then when I have the means I will work on my Music Therapy degree, which means a lot of schooling but I think this is the best option for me right now. I’m really excited for my classes, one of which is an English class which will help my writing immensely! I’m looking forward to all of the things I’m going to learn this year 🙂

Another thing I’m working on right now is a Fan-fiction that my friends convinced me to write. If you haven’t played the Dragon Age video game series yet I highly suggest you check them out, it’s a fantastic game! Anyway, one night I couldn’t sleep so I chatted with my other insomniac friends and we got onto the topic of Pokemon. Can you see where this is going yet? Well, I don’t remember who said it first, but we worked out a lot of Pokemon that would fit the personalities and characteristics of the characters from Dragon Age, and it finally ended with ‘You gotta write this!’ So, I did. It’s a work in progress right now and I’m having so much fun with it! I’ve been having to do a lot of research on the characters to make sure I got the personalities just right, and then figure out how these characters would fit in a Pokemon world. If any of you are interested, here’s the link to the first (and only so far) Chapter

Anyway, that’s about all I have so far. One of my new years resolutions is to work more on staying on top of things like my blog and YouTube channel, which both have suffered from being placed on the back burner for months. Going to college will help teach me how to keep a better time schedule, which will not only help me keep good grades, but also learn how to manage my life better.

So I hope you all have a fantastic year full of learning experiences, happiness and success! Thanks for reading!


An Obituary

Yesterday I said good bye to my best friend in the whole world on four legs. My wonderful dog, Josey, had to be put down yesterday at 2 o’ clock after 19 years of life.

He was a chocolate lab/Irish Setter mix. He looked very much like a lab until he got wet, then his hair would curl like a poodle! We got him from the Humane Society in Blackfoot Idaho when I was 4 years old. He was trained to be a hunting dog (ducks to be exact) and he would have been a fantastic hunting dog if it wasn’t for one thing: He couldn’t swim. Whenever we took him to the lake or when he would jump into our ditch in the backyard he would start inhaling the water, causing him to cough. You always knew when he was in the water if you started hearing him coughing! Anyway, because of this he couldn’t get the ducks out of the water, so all of that training and hundreds of dollars his previous owner put in was wasted. So he gave him to the Humane Society, who then gave him to us.

Because of his training he was the best puppy you could ever ask for. He knew how to sit, lay down, come, all of the basics (we never got heel to stick though). He did however, like all puppies, have a bad habit of chewing things, which included my favorite straw hat! One thing that came from his training that we could’ve lived without was whenever one of our hamsters or other small rodents escaped, he would find them and bring them to my room and leave them at my door, which would’ve been helpful if he didn’t slobber them to death! When we first learned this unfortunate fate it became a race to find the rodents before he did!

I don’t remember how old I was, but I was pretty young when we decided to give him a new home. My parents couldn’t deal with the chewing and destruction of floors whenever we left him home alone. That day we went to the park and took a lot of pictures and said our good byes. He went to a young couple for about a year, and I remember vividly the day when they called my mom. I was in the bathtub when my mom answered the phone, and after a few minutes she asked us if we wanted Josey back. I shouted from the top of my lungs YES! and practically fell out of the tub in excitement! Apparently both of the couple worked during the day and would leave Josey alone, which caused him to completely tear up the carpet under the door and bark until he was hoarse, disrupting the neighbors. After trying many different things and failing they decided to see in we wanted him back, so he returned to us and never chewed on out things ever again.

He lived with us ever since. He stuck close to my side when we ran out of the house during the fire, he was always at my feet during dinner or when I sat at my desk, and he always knew when and how to comfort me. We were best friends, and I naively thought we would be together forever. I imagined him being there when I found my husband, when I had my first kid, I even imagined us becoming secret agents and completing missions together (I was very into spies and secret agents when I was young).

But then he got older with me. He started going grey, deaf, and senile, which at first was funny because he started acting like a puppy again, but then he started reverting back to his hunting days and got a very low tolerance for smaller animals. He would attack our cats and chickens if they got too close; he even killed a couple of them. We learned to keep a close eye on him when outside and around any cats we brought inside. There were a lot of close calls with his health: One time he had a very hard time standing and walking. It turned out that he got hit by a car, and we didn’t really know at the time because he kept walking after it happened. He recovered from that and we were told he would live with us for a few more years.

When I left for Virginia I kept tabs on him, asking my brothers how he was doing. As far as I knew he was doing great. But then we came home, and he stopped eating, and if he did eat he would throw it up. It lasted for about a week, and we tried to find out what was wrong. It was the exact same food he always ate, it was even a brand new bag. The other dogs weren’t having problems so we knew it was something to do with Josey. Then we learned he ate something he shouldn’t have before we came home and my mom thought that it was causing a blockage in his stomach. After a few days of prayer and talking to each other, we as a family finally decided it was time. We spent this last weekend with him, saying our final goodbyes all over again, and then all of us went to the vet on Monday. It happened a lot faster than I thought it would, and I kept petting him until the vet said he was gone. Mom, Savanna and I all cried. Hard. The boys went to the lobby to give us some privacy, which I’m grateful for.

Now he is gone. It still hasn’t quite hit me yet. I hope that when it does it doesn’t break me. but I know that he is much happier. I prayed for him last night and I know that he has reached my Heavenly Father’s side, waiting for the time we’ll be reunited. Until then, I’m sure he’s with my Grandpa Fritz, going out with the angels that have been assigned to protect me. It’s very comforting to know that my loyal companion will always be there with me, no matter where I go or what I do. I’m going to miss him, but I’ll see him again. I know it.


I’m Alive!

I am so sorry I have been so scarce! So like I mentioned in my last post I was going to be in Virginia for the summer, but what I didn’t know was the internet where I was staying was practically nonexistent, and phone reception was completely unavailable for miles! It was definitely an interesting experience.

So just a quick rundown of what happened:

It took longer than I had hoped, but I found a job working at the Wendy’s in Ruckersville. It was the first job I ever had to actively interact with my coworkers and dealing with customers, so it was a big learning experience. I learned that I handle customers pretty well, I learned how to work a cash register, and I learned I cannot tell if a customer is joking with me or not! There were plenty of times where a customer tried to joke around with me and I took them very seriously! I also had amazing coworkers who always made work an adventure. They were so diverse and unique from each other and anyone else I know from home, which was so interesting! The one thing I will miss the most from this job are my coworkers 🙂

Other than working I pretty much stayed at home dealing with the most dramatic child I have ever met! She is my friend’s niece, and because of some intense family problems she is staying with her grandparents aka my friend’s parents. Now, she thought she was only going to be there for the summer and when she found out she was sticking around much longer she threw a massive fit for a few days, which included calling her mother to try and convince her to let her come home. Now I understand that something like that would be extreme for any child to deal with, especially a nine-year-old, but that was just the beginning of the drama. She came from an abusive home, so she was constantly seeking attention but in the worst ways. If she didn’t get what she wanted, she threw a fit; If someone tried to tell her something, she would say they’re wrong and she’s right; If didn’t want to eat whatever food was for dinner that even resembled vegetables, she threw a fit. Let’s just say there was a lot of unnecessary drama that I had to live with, but by the time I left that home she was doing a lot better. I really think that being where she is and being away from the troubles of home will be very good for her, she just needs to learn how to trust others again. It will be a long and hard road, but I believe in her. She’s in good hands.

The last thing I wanted to mention was as of right now, I am staying at my Dad’s place for the holiday weekend before heading home. My parents were able to pick me up from Virginia and drive back to Pennsylvania so that my friend could spend this weekend with her family before she left. She’ll be heading up here tomorrow and then on Tuesday we begin the long trek back to Idaho! I’m SO ready to be back home with my family and pets! I miss my dog Josey and my snake Balthazar soooo much! And my fish and my cat and my peacocks and- well you get the picture.

Anyway, I’m really enjoying being able to spend time with my Dad before heading home. The last time I got to see him was October of last year, and that was for a funeral so it wasn’t under the best of circumstances. This visit is definitely much happier!

Oh! One more thing I should mention: I got accepted to Brigham Young University of Idaho! I’m a college student! Woo! I’m so happy about this, I have been trying to get all of this madness figured out for months, and it all paid off! I won’t know my track until October, but from the looks of things I’ll probably get a Winter/Spring track. Unless they do something weird like the Spring/Fall track. I hear that can get pretty confusing.

Well, I hope you all had a wonderful summer full of fun and growing experiences! I’ll write again soon, most likely after I get settled back home. Until then, please enjoy this video I made of the neighborhood I was living in! It was so beautiful and secluded, like a magical forest!


So Many Things!

Okay, so there are so many things happening right now I and too stressed to care about being stressed.

That made no sense.

So just an update on what life is up too: I’m moving to Virginia on Monday! I’m taking my SAT on Saturday! I’M LEAVING HOME FOREVER!!

*goes and cries in a corner* No but for reals, a lot of life changing things are happening. I’m really excited to go to Virginia, and what’s really cool is I’m going to go see DC and the many museums it has to offer for the first week my friend I will be there. I’m going to have a full time job for the first time, which is something I’ve never done before, and I’ll be living on the opposite side of the country from my family.

Not only that, but after I get back in September, I’ll be staying with my friends in an apartment near the college we’ll be going to, so basically I’ll be leaving home for good on Monday. My sister will take my room (which makes her REALLY happy) and if I ever have to come home for any reason, I’ll be staying in the camper trailer by our house, so technically I’ll still be away from home.

And the final thing that will be happening is I’m taking the SAT for the first time this Saturday. I have been studying for over a month to get reacquainted with math, almost to the point that when I think of numbers my brain shuts down completely. It’s wonderful! *cries* I’ve been having problems with math since I was in 2nd grade, where if I’m under a lot of pressure or stress my brain will shut down completely and no longer function. IT’S FANTASTIC!

But I know I’ll figure it out and everything will work out the way it should. I am confident with my testing skills, and I will learn and grow a lot over the next year. So I’ll most likely post stuff about what happens in Virginia and all that jazz, so be prepared!

Also, I’m thinking of making a new page to post some random stuff I’ve written recently. It’s stuff that will never be published, but I kind of want to share them here so that they won’t be forgotten in a dark corner of my computer. What do you guys think? Would you be interested in something like that? They are mainly about TV shows/games/movies that I imagine adventures for with my own characters mingling with the characters with the cast (Alright fine it’s basically fanfiction!) I write them when I really want to write but I’m stuck on all of the current books I’m working on, so it helps keep my mind loose and limber.

Anyway! I’m rambling! Let me know if you want to see this stuff, and I hope you all have a fantastic summer!


Just Some Thoughts on my Mind

So I haven’t written about anything for a while, mainly because nothing big is happening right now, but yesterday I had an interesting day and I wanted to share that with you.

First off: I dyed my hair! It’s really cool!

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It’s green! Well, the front and tips are. Man it was so much fun! I wanted something different and I decided I wanted to dye my hair, and it took FOREVER to figure out what color. I finally decided the day before I got it done that I was going to try for Jade Green, and I think it got pretty close 🙂 My favorite descriptions of the color is Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream, Fairy, and/or Mermaid. It makes me want to make a fairy costume specifically for my hair!

Now the thing I wanted to talk about ties into this new hairdo I have. One of my favorite things to do is mess with people’s heads. Even when I was a small, sweet and innocent 14 year old I liked messing with people. I used to be a janitor, and I ALWAYS had my MP3 player on me, and I would sing to my favorite songs really loud cause I knew I was the only one in the building. Well, I always wanted someone to say out loud how teenagers always have music playing and it would be heavy rock or the like (unfortunately it never happened), you know that stereotype, but in reality I was listening to piano and relaxing music like Pure Moods most of the time. It wasn’t until about a year ago that I started to really like listening to loud pop and a bit of rock music.

So that’s the kind of messing I like. I like to break stereotypes (at least in the beginning it was mainly stereotypes) and show people that I was no ordinary teenager. These days I’ve gotten pretty good at that, and my favorite thing to do is while I’m driving bus. I may have mentioned that I’m a school bus driver, and even  though I’m 21 I tend to look 16, and I love driving by police cars, because when the officers notice me, they tend to have a confused and sometimes a bit concerned look on their faces. It’s the best!

Anyway, the thing I wanted to mention about yesterday is that because I dyed my hair green, which is what young teenagers tend to do more than young adults, I felt like every time I was out in public I was shattering every stereotype in the world! Even though that really wasn’t true, I was really confident in myself, which I thought was a really great thing. But then I near the end of the day I started feeling sort of uncomfortable, like I shouldn’t be so proud of my comfort around people, and I started getting negative looks and feelings towards me. Let’s just say my depression started to get the better of me.

But then I read a post on tumblr. It read

“how the heck do people just stay motivated their entire lives? what drives you? I got out of bed once and i’ve been exhausted ever since.”

And someone replied with “You need to learn to hate life to the point where you want to get revenge on existence itself”

Now I didn’t completely agree with hating life, however I thought of it this way: Live in a way that life will regret ever trying to mess with you.

And that reminded me that I don’t have to care what other people think. I like my hair, I like the music I listen to, I like my clothes, and I like my way of LIFE, and that’s all that matters. I’ve heard that saying all my life, but now I finally understand how important it is to remember to like yourself, no matter what anyone else says or thinks.

So I just wanted to share this experience, mainly because it’s been on my mind for a while, but I also wanted to share it for those who might need a reminder to be happy with you, like the song by Colbie Caillat “Try”. If you haven’t heard that song before, I suggest looking it up, because it’s such a good song! It’s one of my top faves!

Anyway, I hope you all have a fantastic day, and thanks for listening to my ramblings. TTYL!


I DID IT!!!

I freaking did it!! I finished writing the base of my book! *cheering crowds in the distance* Yes, yes, thank you, thank you! I try.

But for reals, all that’s left is getting the editing done and find someone to do illustrations for me. I am so excited! I literally cried the moment I wrote the last word last night. This morning I thought it was a dream, but no, I opened the document and there it was!

Another thing I have to work on next is getting the copyrights figured out. I did a bit of research, and it looks like I have to pay a fee? I’m going to do a lot of reading and getting smart about this before I do anything, (plus I have to finish the editing and such), which will give me a chance to get the money together to pay for the copyrights.

But oh man! It feels so good to finally finish! I checked the date I created the document, and I started writing this book March 27th 2012. It took me three years to write this book, with a lot of it moving things around, adding new ideas in what I wrote before to make what I wrote then to make sense, changing characters, and s many other things. In fact I got really lost at one point and couldn’t figure out what I did and didn’t do already so I had to read what I had so I could get it straight in my head again.

Well, I just wanted to share this amazing news, and i will let you know when the book will be available. I’m planning to make an ebook through amazon and also publish hard copies, so I’ll post when I get that all figured out.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you have a fantastic day!