Childhood dreams

Hi Fellow Bloggers,
It’s been a while since I posted on here. A lot has happened. I have a new niece. She is the most precious little girl and I am totally in love with her. Her name is Ruth leeAnne Ward, but I call her Rue. I feel like I’m the one who had the baby since I talk about her to anyone that will listen. I have never fallen in love with someone at first sight, but she definitely stole my heart. She’s only a month and two weeks and I already want to give her the world. I will always do what I can to protect and love her. If this is what being a mom feels like I look forward to it.
Besides babysitting my beautiful niece I have been working on a new book. It’s called Warrior of Light. This is a new avenue of writing for me. The characters are of a different culture and ethnicity. So I have had to do a lot of research on that. I am also doing some pretty interesting things in the novel. For instance I had to create my own creation story. That was really fun. I’ve had to do that before for one of my Humanities classes. I think this is my most organized book to date. This is going to be my first stand-alone book. So I am having to manage getting everything I want said in one novel. That’s pretty fun.
On another fun note I have been having children books floating around in my head. I have been telling them to my niece Ruth and she doesn’t seem to complain. Almost as long as I have been writing I have wanted to do children books. That was one of the things that I loved to read as a kid and even now. It’s something so authentic (refreshing might be the better word) about them. I love the simplicity and poetic aspect of them. Some of those same children stories made me want to right and gave me courage/strength growing up.
So I was just reading a previous prof new post and it inspired me to write something. It got me thinking about dreams. He recently published a book. His name is Nathan Holic and the novella, (I’ll post a link in case you want to check out the book. I’ve mentioned him before on here. I think he’s awesome and an amazing prof.
The reason why his post inspired me is because his dream of publishing is reality now. Growing up in foster care is hard and if you don’t have some type of dream to hold onto chances are you are going to live a miserable life. It’s a depressing circle of let downs and untruths. My dreams have changed a lot since I was little. At first I wanted to be a singer. The thing is I realized that I have horrible stage fright which makes my voice quiver. I just don’t do crowds very well. Then I wanted to be a pediatrician. I use to go to the hospital a lot when I was younger because one of my foster parents use to look after a person that had to get dialysis twice a week. I would hang out in the children’s ward with them and listen to their stories or watch soap operas. Even as a kid I had a huge heart towards hurting people. I always wanted to be able to comfort the sick kids. Then I realized that hospitals deal with a lot of death and I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle that. A few years later I moved into a house with my eldest sister. She wrote poetry and keep a lot of poetry books. I use to read her poems and all the books she had. The key thing that the poems had in common was a since of hope they gave. I loved that feeling I had after reading and I wanted to be able to share that with other people. I tried my hand at it and realized that I enjoyed writing. Thus my dream was born. That was almost fifteen years ago. Now when you ask me what my dreams are I can tell you hands down without hesitation. They are who I am. I couldn’t detach myself from them if I wanted to.
So now I plan to push myself as I am sure all successful people do. I don’t plan to stop until I accomplish my dreams. I believe that things are only impossible if you allow them to be. It might be another fifteen years down the road, but they will happen. I have too much faith in myself and God to give up. I hope this post gives you the kick you need to keep grinding towards your goal. There is no reason to give up. There never will be, because if someone else did it then so can you. End of story. That’s all for now. See you on the internet ❤

Talkative, Writer, Christian

Hey fellow bloggers,

I follow a few interesting people on Word press and I really enjoy reading there post. Which sometimes gets me excited about what I read and I decide to do a similar posting. This one as is the other blog post “Why I write” is From Austin English’s blog. He is pretty awesome and if you want to check out what fun stuff he is up to here’s his page info. (http://austinenglish2.wordpress.com/). Now on with the fun stuff: Posting.

This particular post is going to be about words that describe me. I actually think about this question a lot. I want to have the best answers for interviews and since I tend to over talk pre=thinking helps me out. Which brings me to my first word talkative. Which means fond of or given to talking. I enjoy talking. I like making people laugh and I enjoy seeing someone’s day change from something positive I said to them. I am a shy person, as most writers are. But if you catch me in the right moment I could talk you in circles. A few of my friends have asked me why I was so shy when we first met and then I turn into the most outspokenly vocal person. I am the type of person that won’t go and introduce myself. Not because I ‘m not friendly, its just, the way I grew up makes me guarded. But when you do the introduction first and I find you to be a nice person. Your stuck with me. I will go to the next word before you truly see how fond I am to talking.

The next word that describes me so avidly is Writer. It is simply who I am. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t writing for some purpose, be it school, fun, or emotional out letting. I just bubble up with words inside my heart and brain and I have to release them. The words bring me sanity, for a brief movement they take me out of my reality and give me an experience that is unexplainable. When I write stories I am the first reader. I am experiencing the movement and language as the reader does. The characters are telling me there story and I must listen. I must write. Some where deep in my soul writer satisfies me.

The next word is definitely who I am: Christian.  Christianity has begun to mean something bad in the eyes of most people. But if caring about people and doing anything you can to help mankind is wrong. Then I don’t want a part in the words “goodness.” As I have said I don’t press my beliefs on anyone. I love people as Christ has loved me but I don’t try to judge anyone else. By definition it means a person who has received Christian baptism or is a believer in Jesus Christ and his teachings. In other words (mine) it simply means striving to be Christ like. That’s what I try to do in my everyday life. I fail sometimes at doing that. Which is why I judge no one outside of myself. The thing I love about being Christian is the forgiveness that comes with believing. I am who I am because a perfect God loved an imperfect person. I am Christian because I have a relationship with God and I spend time with him. Just like my mother is crucial in my life because I spend time with her. I talk with her, she loves me and I love her. I have that same affiliation with God.

This is who I am if I only had three words to describe myself I would say these things because they sum up my existence my persona. I urge you to figure out who you are. Be it one word or three, allow yourself to embrace these words with fervor. They are who you are spots, wrinkles, blemishes and anything else. We are all beautiful in one form or another. Comment below if you want and say the word that describes you. Not the words that people say you are. The words that you feel as though encompass your personality. If you don’t to comment write  your own post and let me know. I’ll read it and we can connect on an even deeper level.

In this post I want to live you with a few things, two quotes that urge you to be yourself. The very best version of you. Also a poem by Nadege Richards  summing up the essence of why I write. Be blessed bloggers.

“Live authentically. Why would you continue to compromise something that’s beautiful to create something that is fake?”

“When you are living the best version of yourself, you inspire others to live the best versions of themselves.”

“I write because I’m free,

Because I can,

Because I will

I write because I must,

Because I’m breathing,

Because I’d go crazy otherwise,

Because it’s who I am.I write to make a statement,

To share my thoughts,

To discover myself,
to express my ideas.

But most of all, I write for future generations.
I write for love.
I write to inspire.
I write to encourage.
I write for me.”
―     Nadège Richards