i can haz blog

While I have done a wee bit of writing and editing the last week or so (wip: the circus story o' ridiculousness, by the by), the majority of my time has been spent reading and crafting. Feast your eyes upon the wonder o' wonders.

1. Alllll the craft supplies in the world.
2. Wreath One, which you can find the instructions for here.
3. Wreath Two (& Three), which you can find the instructions for here.
4. Books, books, & more books, including (but not limited to)

• Night by Elie Wiesel
• Angel: Last Angel In Hell Volume 6 written by Bryan Lynch & Juliet Landau 
• Reached by Ally Condie
• Deadly Little Lessons by Laurie Faria Stolaz
• Beautiful Redemption by Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl (currently reading)

5. (not pictured) Tamales, cause they be in my tummy, butofcourse.

The writing plan is simple. I'm gearing up for the big write, but first I'm trying to let my mind settle and let the story fill out in places. Meanwhile, I'm also planning on jumping back on the query horse (God Save the Queen). However, there will be more on that (and my progress) in the not too distant future.

Mainly, I want to share the adorableness of the new wreaths and throw up a few books and oh hell, in all honesty, I just need to get back on the blogging horse and I have no clue what to blog about so, yeah... books, crafts, and tamales are what ya get. You're welcome, my friends.

2012: A Year Without A Review

I am left speechless when I contemplate 2012. Reviewing the year is near impossible. It was the year of green hair and bestie hugs, tremendous loss and a thousand tears. What I'm left with is a few choice images-- memories of things created, moments cemented in my brain, and a heart full of both sorrow and joy. 2012 was a good year, not the best year and not the worse. It was the start of something bigger and a sampling of life's many flavors. I hugged my best friend for the first time and my father for the last. A year like that is impossible to define, and I refuse to make an attempt.

As far as 2012 goes, I have decided to take the advice of a man who defined a turning point in my country's history:

“We don’t look backwards, we look forward. We look at that distant horizon, we look at that new frontier. We are not afraid of the future. Our destiny is not written for us, it’s written by us. And we can write that next chapter together.” —Barack Obama

Here's to forward. Here's to never forgetting. Here's to letting go. Here's to another year filled with joy and sorrow. Here's to the next chapter. Here's to writing it together.