Can I do it?

I know I haven't written in a long time...sad to say I'm a failure at this! Talk about a horrible person right? Well that is to say I would be a horrible person if anyone actually cares about this blog. If you are out there reading this and have been faithfully reading my posts, I thank you, and apologize for not updating sooner. I've been lax in my writing...sorry.

I will confess that my lack of updates have not been because of lack of want. Merely, the lack of updates have been because I'm reveling in my mini-vacation before I return for spring and summer semesters at school. I just finished winter semester and now am heading full force into the spring and summer terms. Talk about crazy right? And I've simply just been enjoying the fact that I just REST! No need ot worry about homework or tests. It's all rather comforting really.

But I promise that I will have a lengthy piece of writing updated for you tomorrow...er...today...later today.

Until then can you answer this one little thought?
Do you think I can make it as a writer? Do I have what it takes, the talent, to be an effective and enjoyable writer? Anyone?

Getting on Track

I know I said that I'd have something to post for you. But alas I lied...I'm still so anxious about getting done with finals that my mind is completely consumed with finishing things...now don't fret. I have been literally fighting the urge to sit down and write and write and write...however I have had to stay my creative process for just a little while longer...and I do apologize for that!

I hope to have something up soon for you!

-The Novice Novelist

Finals are Over! Writing Can Commence!

Hooray! I've finally made it through the semester! It's been a wild and exciting (and often stressful) ride. But I have prevailed! Thanks to the support of my husband, my children, and my Heavenly Father. I know that I cannot do anything significant without his help. And he's truly helped me this semester! I am so thankful for that!
So, hopefully I will be updating more now that I have a little less on my plate! At least for a little while that is...anyway, I'm looking forward to going to bed without the thoughts of papers and tests looming over my head...well at least until finals week officially starts! AND!!!! I will be able to post more of my novel as I have more time to work on it! So that's a double HOORAY! Thank goodness I get the opportunity to write because I've been going crazy without the time! Hopefully I can get some things done!
Wish me luck!

-The Novice Novelist

A Very Quick Thing

I'm still feeling under the weather but I though I'd post a quick little one for you:

"I never thought I'd get to see them again," I whispered closing my eyes and leaning my head back on the headboard.

"I know," he murmured, "I know."

Short, Sweet, and to the Point...

I'm sorry I didn't write yesterday. I've caught some sort of nasty little head cold and am feeling rather sickly at the moment. I am posting now, but it's really not much of a great post at all. It's more a note to let you readers know that I am striving to get my little section done along with another whole chapter to post for your enjoyment. I hope to get those up sometime within the next week or so. School is hectic right now and I can't promise something that may not come to pass. I would feel horrible if I was unreliable as a writer. Wouldn't you?

Anyway, I'll post tomorrow for you for sure. Thanks for being my ever faithful readers!

-The Novice Novelist

Explaining

I'm sitting here with a thought stuck in my head. It's a continuation of the scene that posted yesterday for your enjoyment. I'm not sure, however, with how I should present it to you. Whether I should include what I've already posted or to just continue onward. Rest assured, however, that I will be posting something for you soon.

But for now, I will post a little bit of an explaination for why this little scene is so important to me:

The scene that I've posted for you fits in a very crucial portion of my novel. It is a part where the relationship between Jenna and Adam is starting solidify. These two are still at odds with one another...actually Jenna still thinks he's a complete idiot at times and he still doesn't trust Jenna enough to be completely honest with her about why he's in her life...but they are learning to trust. That's the key thing in this whole little portion and I hope that I can portray that effectively. And being exposed to these stressful situations allows for a real relationship to begin to form. Not to mention, it really makes things interesting for them right?

Does that get you excited to read the entire novel? How about just reading the finished scene? Anyway, let me know what you think!

-The Novice Novelist

Finishing What I Started...

Well here's the rest of the scene that I was working on for you:

"Jenna hold on!"

I couldn't see Adam but pebbles peppered my hair. I tightened my grip, the rocks digging into my palms. The rain drizzled around me.

"I'll be here," I murmured, trying to distract myself from the fact that I was dangling above a torrential river.

"Jenna! I need you to reach for my hand," Adam commanded, his voice closer to me, "Just reach up and I'll grab you alright?"

My heart started pounding, "I can't do it!" I squeaked, "I just can't. I'll fall."

"I won't let go of you, I promise Jenna. You have to trust me," Adam reassured me. I wasn't convinced.

"I can't do it. I can't."

"Please Jenna, you have to try!" Adam was losing his patience now. "Just reach for me hand. I'm a few inches above you Jenna. You can do it. I promise."

Squeezing my eyes shut and taking a deep breath I hoisted my hand above my head, reaching. I felt my grip slipping and let out a squeak of surprise. Adam's large hand enclosed around my own. But I was still slipping.

"Adam!" I shouted as I lost my hold on  the rocks.

"I have you Jenna," Adam replied reaching for my other hand.

But then his grip started slipping. In one swift movement we were both falling backwards, plunging towards the river.

I hit the frigid water, my scream cut off. I inhaled a lungful of the icy liquid and was tossed like a ragdoll. I couldn't figure out which was was up.

My head popped above the water long enough to gasp in some air before I was sucked under again. But I heard one word:

"Jenna!"

Why I'm a Blogger...

Today in my English 291 class we discussed informal writings, specifically journals and letters. What I posted about was how these texts really spoke to me and really struck me with their connectability. And I posted my beliefs on the website, whether or not it actually appealed to anyone.

I started thinking about why I'm a blogger...good question right? I realize that not many people may read what I write...and many who do read it may not even care about what I'm writing. But, it doesn't really matter. I'm writing because I want to be a better writer and I know that the more I write, the more experience I get. And I hope that I will make progress as a writer, becoming more understandable and enjoyable to readers.

But, that's not the only reason that I sit down to write on my  blog. The main reason I write a blog, both personal and as an aspiring novelist, is because I believe that I have a voice. I have the ability to express myself. I am capable of stating my thoughts and feelings and being heard...or at least stating how I feel in case anyone wanted to KNOW how I felt...

It may be kind of silly for me to think that I have the right to state what I want and make thoughts and ideas known to the rest of the world. But you know what? I really don't care. I believe that I'm intelligent and capable of standing on my own to feet. I believe that I have the ability to be independent and smart and to make comments without having to refer to what other's may deem as the smart and "cool" responses.

And in connecting to the 18th century journal writings, I'm not the best journal writer. In fact, I've fallen off the bandwagon completely. But, I realized that I wanted to blog more often and I've tried to do that. I've tried to make my blogs like my journal, essentially. And when I write a journal, I make it a point to express how I truly feel. It's my opinion that if someone later on in my existence will read my journals, they will know my inner most thoughts and feelings, so why should I be afraid to express how I feel now? Why should I withhold myself from stating how I truly feel?

And as a writer I think it's finding that form of expression that really appeals to people as readers. What engages someone the most, is the ability to connect to the writer and understand why they think the way they do and HOW they think. The understand the innermost workings of a person is a vital part of life as well as being a writer.

At least that's my opinion-

I will upload my little scene from the novel later tonight...I just thought you'd like to hear my little rant.

-The Novice Novelist

As I'm sitting here writing...

As I'm sitting here writing, exhausted and ready for bed, my mind is wandering to the subject of where inspiration comes from. For me, some of my best information and inspiration comes from the face that I'm tired and subjec to being impressed upon. For instance, the main idae for my novel came through a dream that was so intriguing and unique and funny that I woke up laughing and curious as to how such a story ends. It was amazing.

I like that inspiration, but sometimes I feel like I'm a odd little thing. How many people experience the same type of imagination "episodes" that I do? How many peopel can say they can travel somewhere else through the use of their imagination? Am  I just weird....?

Anyway, I will write later today, and finish the little piece of writing that I was working on for you. I hope you enjoy!

Use Your Imagination!

Here's another little piece for you:

Sweat was dripping down my face as I tried to hold on, the rocks digging into my palms.

"Jenna!" Adam shouted above me, his voice carried by the howling wind. I didn't dare look up. "Just hold on Jenna! I'm coming."

"I'll be here then," I whispered...

A/N: Now I know this is a little short...actually it's really short, but that's alright. I'll post the rest tomorrow. I wanted things to provoke your imagination to see what you think will happen! And I'd like to know what you've imagined from this tiny little piece of writing...where did your thoughts go?

Let me know!

Kiss Me

Here's a little post for you. It's a little scene from my novel...yes it's a mushy lovey scene, but I like it! :) Enjoy!

Adam leaned towards me, his face inches from my own.

"Kiss me," he murmured, his eyes smoldering.

I quirked an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

"Kiss me," he repeated again, his eyes darkening.

"Uh," I responded stupidly, "I don't think so."

I started to get up. But Adam quickly grabbed my wrist, and crushed his lips to mine. Shocked, I raised my hand and smacked him.

Adam pulled away and stared at me for a moment, clearly confused. "I thought you liked me," He remarked.

"I'm so sorry!" I stuttered, "It's just a reaction! I really didn't mean to do that. You just caught me off guard and I just didn't think that you were really going to kiss me and-"

Adam's sudden laughter halted my rant.

"Well it's clear that you can't handle surprises," He retorted, smirking at me.

"Apparently not," I replied, blushing a deep crimson

"Let's try again then," Adam pulled me towards him again and gently placed his lips on mine.

This time I didn't smack him.

Just Call Me a Writer...

I may never get published...I may never have my book read by millions of people and have fame and fortune...but that doesn't matter. I'm a writer. I write because it makes me happy. I write because it allows me to express my inner most thoughts and ideals. Writing expressions ME.

I will always be a writer, regardless of if I ever become famous. I will always have the ability to make myself known in writing. I will always have a great ability to do what I love.

And I will never stop. Not for anything. My writing isn't based upon the amount of response I get. my writing is about me.