I like the color yellow and have an ongoing love triangle with pie and cake. My dreams involve having one of my books turned into a film and having long hair.

This blog here is a hodgepodge of words, quotes, writing, and the occasional fangirl content because I'm a bit of a fangirl nerd and that's fine with me.

If you're interested in a blog solely devoted to writing in all its wonderful forms, you can check out my writing blog here.

Author of a series of poetry collections, as well as the Founders Trilogy. Here Lies Charlotte, the final installment in the trilogy, will be out this May, 2013.

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It’s late and my dog came to snuggle with me.

My ice cream sandwich is two faced.  I’m not sure I should trust it.

but I will eat it

My Cinco de Mayo.  ”Decorating” a cake and playing with a blowtorch.

*Note: the cake says “Captain Nemo + Fern.”  I’ve nicknamed all my grandparents friends and this happens to be one couple.

I had a Skype “dinner date” with a friend this evening and along with a few instagram photos, she also took a Vine video of me.

I can’t wait for these drawings to be done so I can share them with you all.  I mean, Marti is hilarious and Kol is so freaking adorable that I just can’t.

And Charlotte.

Oh my goodness, Charlotte is perfection in chibi form.  Like, there are no words.

Seriously… each one makes me laugh because they’re perfect and then they make me want to cry because they’re perfect.

Yet another incident where people assume I’m from Washington D.C.  I’ve got to say, this is a first, though. Scroll down to the Tweets at the bottom of the page to see what I was up to on Cinco de Mayo. :)

I just got to play with a blow torch. Yes, I feel like Isabelle Lightwood.

My 13 year old brother just updated his profile picture, which is a photo of his “girlfriend” and something that looks like cake.  He called it, “My Favorite Things.”

These were the comments below.

seriously guys, I just can’t

When I stumble across a writing themed pension/hotel on a gorgeous, Pacific Northwest coast and say I want to go, I expect you to be more than willing to come along with me.  

We will take the train along the coast and take goofy pictures on the beach.  When it rains (as it so often does here), we will sit in one of the pension reading rooms and read and play board games.  I will pick two themed rooms: I will sleep in the one I like the most and you will sleep in the other, just so I can thoroughly explore both.

We will play “two truths, one lie” at dinner with a bunch of strangers and I promise not to reveal your lie if you promise not to reveal mine.  If I happen to fall asleep reading, I’d appreciate it if you’d carry me to bed. (room key will no doubt be being used as a bookmark)

If there’s sun, we’ll explore the beach and you’ll force me to wear sunscreen.  Upon protesting (which I will), you will beat me with the logic that I don’t want to spend the rest of our trip sunburnt.  If you want to drag me into the water and kiss me, just let me put my camera down first.  If you want to get down on one knee and propose, a seashell will do nicely or a piece of smooth sea glass (I’ll find a way to braid it into my hair).

In short, when I get a glint in my eye and an excited smile on my face and rush up to you, bounding with energy as I prattle on about some amazing place, I’d very much appreciate it if you would smile back with a fraction of my excitement and say, “When do we leave?”

Sincerely,
The Girl You Could Make The Happiest