Northwoods summers are something special. My years of growing up there have shown me that. Looking back, I realize how just how lucky I have been to live in such a beautiful place. No matter where I end up in life, the Northwoods will always have a special place in my heart. Continue reading
Today I have something different in store for you. This is a short story that I actually wrote a year or two ago, but this past week, I took another look at it and revised it. Recently, after a two-year break, I have once again begun submitting short stories to magazines and journals. Writing short stories is honestly one of my favorite things to do. Furthermore, now that I have taken novel writing and revision courses in my college studies, I feel like my skills have improved in not only novel writing, but also in short story writing as well. Hope you enjoy!
Eleanor sat, holding the last piece of her parents she had. She was trying desperately not to cry, but the tears seemed to come all on their own. She ran her hands over the sterling hallmarks of butterflies, birds, and cherubs that rimmed the clock in her hands. It was expensive, but the man who’d sold it to her father had lost his job, as many in London had, and was desperate, so her father had gotten it for a great amount less than what it was actually worth.
Eleanor’s aunt and uncle told her that she was mad for keeping a clock that didn’t work. It would, she always told them, if she had the clock key, but it had been lost in the fire, along with everything else she’d ever loved. She knew that burglaries and crimes were running rampant in London lately, especially on the West End, but she never expected that tragedy would befall her family. Continue reading
I haven’t written a post in a while, as I am in the middle of writing a novel that must be finished by December. However, I have been working on this apostrophe for a while now, and I figured that it’s time to post it. I know it’s past our anniversary now, but I’d still like to think of it as a gift from me to my boyfriend Brad as a way to say, “Happy anniversary!”
I still love thinking back to the night that I met you. I won’t go through the story, though, because you know how it goes. I am so glad I found the courage to sit down and talk to you that night on break during work. As time went on, the more I talked to you and got to know you, the more I grew to like you as more than a friend, even though I didn’t let myself realize it at first. I was charmed when you would walk me to my car after work at night, and overall you always seemed to have a form of kindness and gentlemanliness that I feel much of the world seems to have lost these days. Yes, we were just friends at first, but eventually, our friendship bloomed into a wonderful dating relationship. I think part of the reason we work so well together is because of the great friendship we formed. Obviously, the other, and main, reason is the faith that we both share, and I am being completely honest here when I say that at first, I thought you were too good to be true. But you’re not. Continue reading
I know what you’re thinking: Wow! She came out with this one pretty fast! I was inspired, and so I decided to write it down and publish it on my blog. I’m not going to introduce this one quite as much, except to say that this apostrophe isn’t meant for just one person. With that, enjoy!
Dear Pretty Girl,
Yes, you; I’m talking to you. You don’t think you’re pretty, do you? Well, I am here to tell you that you are. You are pretty. Gorgeous, even. You know what the best part about you is? You are unique. You have your own special features, and each one of them is precious. I know you look in that mirror and hate some, or perhaps all, of what you see. I know you sit there and nitpick at yourself, running through all of the things that you wish you could change. I know you toss that outfit in the corner because you don’t think you will ever look good in it. But the truth is, you’re perfect. Just the way you are. You are uniquely you, and all of those things that you call “flaws” are just expressions of your uniqueness and beauty. Still don’t believe me? Continue reading
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It’s been a while since my last post, I know. College life seems to cause me to lose track of time amidst all of the papers, assignments, and other duties. But anyway, here I am with another post for you. Finally. Today you will get to read an apostrophe to a person, which, as I stated in my first post, is the type of apostrophe I write most often. Hope you enjoy it!
Growing up, I believe from the bottom of my heart that I had probably one of the best childhoods that someone could ever possibly have. I grew up in a small town of just over 2,000, where we had to travel at least twenty minutes to get to any kind of chain store or restaurant, but I didn’t mind it. In fact, I even like it, and to be honest, twenty to thirty minutes doesn’t seem like that long to me. I got to play outside in the woods almost every day, and to this day, being outside with the smells and sounds of the woods around me is one of my very favorite things. Yes, I am very blessed to have had a childhood like that. And I am very blessed to have such wonderful parents. I love you both, but today, I want to write specially to you, Mom. Continue reading
Before I start my first apostrophe, there is something I’d like to note. In my previous post, I said that most of my apostrophes are written to some type of person: imaginary, real, or unspecific. While this is true, I have decided to start out with an apostrophe that is not addressed to a person, as I feel that the type of apostrophe I have written below gives us a better example of what an apostrophe is and what it is like. Now, bear with me here, because although this gives us a better idea of what an apostrophe is, these types of apostrophes are more difficult to write. With that said, here is my apostrophe to an abstract concept:
Home. Where are you, exactly? Because somehow, I have ended up with two of you. I didn’t think that was possible, but clearly it is, because here I am.
Before college, you were simple. For me, you were a little brown house in the heart of Northwoods Wisconsin, and I would even expand that to include the surrounding small town of only 2,000 people. Each of your seasons there has a different, lovely smell, and even though summer has always been my favorite season, my favorite scents were of fall and spring. Fall always smells like leaves, and as more and more leaves descend and are crushed underneath our shoes, the smell only gets stronger and more pleasant, marking a coming change in the Wisconsin landscape. Continue reading
Hello, reader! Welcome to my first blog post! I have wanted a blog for a long time now, but I never knew how to go about making one or what I would write on it. Recently, however, the lightbulb in my brain flicked on, and I finally know what I am going to post on my blog, though I’ll get into that a little bit more later.
After I got the idea about the content for my blog, I started researching blog sites, and WordPress seemed to stand out as most people’s preferred site. Additionally, many successful authors have hosted their blogs on WordPress, and this fact was a big positive for me in choosing a site. See, part of the reason I have always wanted a blog is to get my name out there a bit more as a writer. I dream of getting a novel published someday, and almost every successful author that I have spoken to has told me that blogging is a good idea, though until recently, I never knew what to blog about. To be honest, that was the only thing holding me back from starting a blog, but then a thought occurred to me: I can blog my apostrophes!
Now, if you are like most people, the first thing that just popped into your mind was a punctuation mark, but I’m here to tell you a little known fact: the word apostrophe does not just refer to a mark of punctuation. No, it also refers to a writing style, and it is one that I happen to enjoy very much. An apostrophe is a piece of writing in which the speaker addresses a person who is not present, an inanimate object, or even an abstract concept. The most common place to find examples of apostrophes is in plays, but they are also sometimes used in poetry and prose (If you would like to learn even more about apostrophes, check out Literary Devices). Being a story-writer, of course I write my apostrophes in prose form. However, apostrophes are usually sections of larger works, and that is where my apostrophes deviate from the norm. I didn’t write my apostrophes to be part of some larger work, but I also didn’t write them not to be. I could easily stick one or two into a larger work if I think they fit.
Another thing you will discover about my apostrophes is that most of them are addressed to people. Some are imaginary and some are real, and sometimes, they do not address anyone in particular. Sometimes, I am simply pouring out my heart to the world. Well, technically, to my laptop, but that will soon change, as they are posted on my blog and seen by you: my lovely readers.
My blog won’t just be a collection of my apostrophes, however. I will also blog about my writing: things like the struggles of writer’s block and the daily challenges and joys of being a story writer. Either way, my hope is to create a blog that you will not only enjoy reading, but also gain something from.
Thank you for taking the time to read my first post!