Missed Chances | A Poem

Missed chances

could’ve taken


never thought

had a shot

won’t know what it’s like

to talk about life

share a part of mine

with a stranger

who might’ve understood

why I’d rather be alone

than in bad company

I see you in my dreams

hold on to memories

during the darkest nights

days I say I’m fine

who did I fool?

not you


How To Prepare For Camp NaNoWriMo

Failing to plan is planning to fail.

Clean your space.

In a perfect world, everything would be in its place. But we live in an imperfect world, so before April rolls around, try to tidy your desk.

Make necessary purchases.

It doesn’t hurt to make a shopping trip beforehand. Get what you need in advance, so that you aren’t making too many trips during the month ahead.

Build good habits.

And break bad ones. Stop procrastinating.

Find a routine.

Or adjust your current one accordingly. No one said it would be easy.

Prep some meals.

This is adulting at its finest. Or just basic survival.

Get ahead.

In whatever you can. If you’re a blogger, write blog posts now and schedule them for the future.


It’s not easy going from writing 166 words a day to 1667 words. Trust me on this.

Schedule writing days.

If you know you’re going to be exceptionally busy one weekend because your friend is getting married, it wouldn’t be a good idea to make your novel the biggest priority those days. But if you’re planning to chill on Friday night, maybe you’ll reach your word count and then some.

Have fun.

Allow yourself to go out and enjoy your last few days of freedom.

Happy planning!

Go After | A Poem

Go after your goals

like it’s the last thing

you’ll ever do

reaching the peak

you’ll see other mountains

climb them too

you have years ahead

don’t worry about them

you’ll feel just fine

honed your senses over time

have what it takes

remember the days they asked

why you bother

don’t give up

until they wonder how

you pulled your vision off

when you recall

early mornings

and late nights

with a smile on your face.

Essays, Exams, Etc.

I’m at that point in the semester where I have ten billion things to do, but I just want to watch TV.

My motivation walked out on me. I’m also sleeping more than I did earlier in the semester. Read into that what you will.

I had more energy in January. But now I’m exhausted. To be fair, I’m sleeping later than I should.

In a way, I have more free time because baseball ended and hasn’t begun. But essays exist. Exams exist. Both are the bane of my existence.

At least everything is coming together, albeit a bit slowly.

Still, I love that feeling of all the pieces starting to come together.

I’m excited for this semester to be over. Summer feels so close, yet so far away. It’s just around the corner.

First, I need to get through all these evaluations.

What do you prefer: essays or exams?

There are pros and cons to both. All things considered, I think I prefer essays more. I hate studying, but I love writing.

This semester I have more essays than exams, and I don’t have a problem with that whatsoever. Says the girl who’s struggling to write them right now.

I don’t mind essay based exams either.

I can write. I don’t need to study in the sense of memorizing facts or dates, which is the sort of studying I despise the most.

Then again, writing a good essay takes time. I don’t care who you are. No one writes a great paper in twenty minutes.

With exams, even essay based ones, there’s less or no editing involved. I enjoy not having to edit.

All you need to know about me is I love writing, and I hate pretty much everything else. Studying. Driving.

For now, I turn my focus towards not failing. But more importantly, I’ll take care of myself during this busy time. No matter what, I will listen to my body.

Nothing’s Changed | A Poem

Heart flutters


Hands tremble


Beads of sweat

Wipe away

Compose face

Keep it straight

Made up





All right


It’s okay to

Heart beats

Head hurts


One step


One moment


Arrive before departing

Return to the familiar

City streets give way


Still the same

Nothing’s changed

The mind absorbs

Place hand on the door

Why Writers Make Great Partners

Writers make you sound smart. Besides, there’s no better way to expand your vocabulary than being in the company of a wizard.

They could be stand-up comedians. Ready to laugh until you have a six-pack?

Writers love to listen. Better yet, they won’t interrupt you. They’re way too busy thinking about a plot hole to cut you off.

They can hold a conversation. In fact, writers enjoy asking questions, so be ready to answer. What’s your biggest secret? What’s your biggest fear? What’s your biggest dream?

Writers are walking dictionaries. And thesauruses. They can tell you the definition of a word faster than you can look it up on your phone.

They’ll spew random facts when you least expect it. Every day is like Christmas then.

Writers aren’t that hard to please. Leave them alone while they’re writing and you’re already in their good books. Throw in some food, and they’ll love you forever.

They remember everything. Mainly because they tend to write stuff down. You won’t forget your aunt’s birthday ever again.

Writers write about you. They might acknowledge your awesomeness. They may even dedicate their next book to you.

They notice everything. Whether or not they let on is a different story.

Taking Chances | A Poem

The first thing I see

is a number that’s too low

and I read the same words

a dozen times times before

I say yes

when they say no

not good enough

never the best

but I can’t accept

not taking chances

Coldwater By Samuel Parker | A Book Review

Title: Coldwater

Author: Samuel Parker

Genre: Suspense

About the book: It’s a standalone novel. Book has been provided courtesy of Baker Publishing Group and Graf-Martin Communications, Inc.

First impressions: The beginning’s not bad. It took me a bit of time to get into the story. Parker introduces characters and provides context.

Characters: The protagonist, Michael, is an interesting guy. I didn’t like anyone too much, especially the main villain.

Most of the characters are male. The female ones come later. They have smaller roles in the overall narrative though.


“When generosity is shown to those who never receive it, they will rarely forsake gratitiude.”

Writing: The book got weirder and weirder as it went on. I expected the plot to be more realistic. Some things happen that aren’t realistic or reasonable. This story is unlike other suspense reads. Even the author acknowledges that his novel is different.

At times, the middle seemed to drag a little with Michael on the run and others chasing him down.

Still, the chapters are quite short. I didn’t mind the writing.

Final thoughts: The pace picks up in the end.

I don’t love or hate it. Then again, some lines really made me think about living and dying. It isn’t for everyone, but some people might enjoy the premise more than I did.

Coldwater is a fast-paced read that might make you contemplate larger issues in life.

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The First Time | A Poem

Just do

Prove too

Get through

Just go

When you arrive

You’ll know

Where you call home

Hold on

Fall down?

Stand up.

Get back

Forget your fears

Leave them here

You don’t have to

Get it right

The first time

Why I Hate Outlining

Outlining isn’t writing. I’m a writer, not an outliner. Besides, I love writing, not outlining.

It drives me insane. Outlining might as well be the bane of my existence.

Outlining takes time. I could spend those hours writing instead. Besides, we only have 24 hours every day. I can’t afford to spend half of it on an outline.

An outline doesn’t guarantee anything. When my plans fall through, I’m back at square one.

My characters take one look at my outline and proceed to do the exact opposite. I bet they laugh at me behind my back too.

It requires a certain mood. I almost never want to outline.

Outlining isn’t fun. At least writing is some of the time.

I don’t follow my outlines. The one time I did, I didn’t finish my novel. That manuscript has been rotting away for years now.

It can lead you down rabbit holes. You might not recognize you need to be saved until it’s too late.

Outlining doesn’t work for everybody. Exhibit A: me.

Some teachers want you to hand in outlines. I wrote my essay first and then created an outline later. Because I’m a rebel.

I dread the thought of outlining almost as much as I do driving. You just never know what might happen.

Outlining puts off writing. We all know writers are masters at procrastinating.

Outline for too long and you have one day to write and edit your final essay. Good luck.

It can be inefficient. Which is unproductive. As a student writer, I need all the productivity I can get.

Outlining will never compare to writing. I’d rather edit than outline. What has the world come to? I’ll pick the lesser of two evils, thank you very much.

I’m sort of, kind of joking. Seriously, I don’t hate outlining that much.