Fulfilling is Published

As of June 30th, Fulfilling: Book Two of Promise is available on Amazon in paperback and on kindle!
Hopefully, this book will help in fulfilling the craving left by my last book, Broken. I know. That was an extremely and exasperatingly bad pun.

Farewell my ever faithful readers,
Until next time.

 Third Book in the Series

Today I release the cover of my third book, Made: Book Three of Promise. The writing aspect of the book is behind, but the cover is amazing, if I do say so myself.

Farewell my ever faithful readers, for now.

Coming Home

Dear Readers,

Something significant is about to happen. No, not the Olympics nor Americans coming to their senses, but a simple thing. My horse, Dixie, and my mom and dad's horse, Phantom, are coming home. This may seem insignificant to many, but for four to five months they have lived at a rescue. It took thirty minutes to drive there from my house and we would do that five days a week. But, when my mom is sick I can't see Dixie because I'm too young to drive (which, I'll admit, I'm not all-together displeased about) and my dad works all day. So, bringing them home will be the best for them and my family. I am not quite sure what my dogs (Wiley, a long-haired Dutch Shepherd, and Wyatt, an Akita [or smaller the smaller version of the Akita] mix) will think of them since they've only smelled the horses and never seen them.

So, in the end, when they trot into their paddock, I'll say, "Welcome home!", but for now, I will bid farewell to you, my ever faithful readers.

Dixie Sleeping in the rescue's round-pen after eating a bucket of Senior Feed.

Happy New Year!

Hello, my readers,

This is a new year, filled with hope and wonder to many. But to the rest of us, it means more work. Maybe work will be a good thing for some, but not to those who have to go over a book twenty times to get it just right; like with my second book in the Promise Series, Fulfilling. I can't seem to figure out the relation between two main characters and thus I go over certain parts innumerably. But, alas, that is the life of a writer. Surprisingly enough, it is quite enjoyable, most of the time, anyways. One thing I must do this year, however, is learn the ins and outs of driving. Yahoo! (not).

Now, for those of you who have jobs I can only say this: I sure do wish I could have a job. I'm too young to have a job in my field of knowledge since there are too many liability issues. I'm not dumb, I know not to jump in a silo or sit on the tire of tractor or jump in a lake without knowing how to swim or climb a high tree and fall. Besides all of that, I could only be paid a very low minimum wage for a very limited amount of hours. But, C'est La Vie!

Another thing about 2014 is that it is yet another year under the gaze of the asinine government that's officials are so foolishly elected by equally daft Americans who make much too big of a deal out of racism with having a "black" president, even though he himself is more of red-brown, or maybe yellow-brown, or orange-brown as I saw on the news once. It looked like he had eaten too many carrots or something. Personally, I'm scared to see who the next president's going to be with the Marxist president many Americans elected and re-elected. But, this is just the view of an opinionated, teenage girl.

So, when 2014 arrives, let's rejoice in the new year and grieve over another year of human's being, well, humans. 

Farewell, my dear readers, and make sure this holiday not to join the majority of mankind in its imbecility!

Merry CHRISTmas!

To my dear readers,

I wish you a relaxing, non-stress-inducing Christmas. Personally, I've found that spending Christmas with my mom, dad, dogs, and Guinea Pigs to be much more enjoyable. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with family. Like last year, all of my family on my dad's side were around (which doesn't happen that often). My one cousin did sock me in the eye with a snowball, though. Although my other, older cousin threw a snowball at him to avenge my injury. It was the nicest thing he had ever done for me in my life!

Anyways, this Christmas there's two new additions to the family. My twenty-year-old, flea-bitten (metallic silver with metallic copper specks), Polish Arabian mare Dixie (I call her Sweetpea) and my mom/dad's ten-year-old, white/grey, Spanish Mustang gelding Phantom.

One thing I have to admit is that this year Christmas doesn't seem as cheery. It could be because cheeriness is on a downfall, or maybe it's because Christmas is slowly losing its meaning. As the news says, "Christmas is quickly becoming a secular holiday." With the long-dead Chris Kringle taking over the minds of children everywhere, the ban on saying "Merry Christmas" in many stores because it might "offend" someone, the focus Americans have on presents and selfish nonsense, the schools figuratively (and possibly actually) crossing out the "Christ" is CHRISTmas, and the church failing miserably to combat all of this, the true meaning of Christmas is slowly disappearing. Possibly in the next forty or fifty years, many will have forgotten what Christmas means. With the government-depending robots this country is creating, it will be a wonder if more than half of the population celebrates Christmas as a religious holiday! But, this is all just the observation of a homeschooled girl who watches too much news with her dad and listens to too much Ken Ham. So, I guess this Christmas I'll rejoice in the birth of our Savior and grieve over the silent death of the ideals of our Founding Fathers.

I bid you a Merry CHRISTmas and a Happy New Year, my ever faithful readers.

Welcome

Salutations, my readers,

As you can probably see I have this weird thing up there that says something about a Promise. Well, that's my series, the series that I wrote, anyways. There's one book published, Broken, and then another I am presently editing (ghastly process it is). 

Also, there's another thing that says Art. That's my gallery where I'll put my drawings, paintings, illustrations, and whatever else my pencil and paint brush spits out.

If you find my book interesting, please, don't keep it to yourself. Shout it to the world! Okay, not really, but please, either review it or let me know what you think. (And I know my grammar probably stinks, but when I have a publisher I'll get the professional editor to work on Edition #2 which will hopefully be hardcover and have little or no grammatical errors, I say hopefully since some of the "professional" editors miss more than I do, sadly enough.)

My keyboard and pencil await, so, farewell for now, my ever-faithful readers!