weathered things

Hello lovelies! Yes, this isn't posted on Monday, I know. I'm going to be busy over the weekend, and I want to get this out now, so... yeah. Due to the fact that my book is going to be available for purchase soon, I've decided to compile this little post in order to reveal a few things and explain! First off, I want to thank everyone who has supported me and been excited for this release. I'm so excited to finally share Harper's story with you, and I really hope I don't let you down. Before I get into any of the itty-bitty details and before the book releases, I just want to ask you to be honest. If you read it and you like it, let me know! If you didn't--say it nicely, but let me know (I'm pretty much an emotional squishy blob that is hiding beneath a robotic exoskeleton). If you like the book, please, please  share with friends! It means the world to me if you care enough to share it with someone else. Anyways... here we go. For constant ...

HELLO EVERYONE!!! Hi, people! *spastic wave* The picture doesn't have a reason, it's just aesthetic so I put it in here. This is probably gonna be a rant post, just... because I don't really have a reason for this post I just hacked into Olivia's blog and... yeah. Okay, so my name is Jess--that's short for Jessamine, by the way. I honestly don't know what I'm going to be writing about for this. I mean... to be honest, I'm just listening to Glee songs and show tunes and staring at the computer screen trying to figure out what to write about. Well, Harper told you about herself... so I guess I could do that. My name is Jessamine Claire Ford. I'm 17 years old. I'm a techie (it's an obsession). I'm a fourth Chinese, although you'd probably not know that by just looking at me (white blonde hair, bright blue eyes, snow skin... the only thing that's Oriental about me is the shape of my face and the shape of my eyes). My ma...

I. AM. NOT. A. CUDDLE SNEK. Let's get that straight right away. I'm not a cuddle snek. I am a giant snake that wraps around Midgard and can crush the earth any minute. Don't mess with me. Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. Hey, I'm Jormungand. But seriously, I'm not a cuddle snek. I'm a snek. I like to cuddle. But I am not a cuddle snek. A cuddle snek is a cute, little, squishy snake that uses its own tail as a blanket. That's not me, bro. I'm a giant killer snake who can destroy the world with sneeze. Well, not me as in me myself actual human me, but my namesake. You may wonder, "But Jormungand, why is your name so weird?" or "How do you pronounce that?" or even "Do you have a nickname?" Slow down, let me explain. My name is weird because it isn't my name. Jormungand is my assassin name. My real name is NC-208. HAHAHAHA but no seriously. My real name was erased when I was...

Hello. This blog belongs to me now. Not really, though. I mean, Olivia is going to be back next week. Anyways, hello humans. My name is Harper. Harper Sigyn Johanssen, in fact. Yes, I am one of those weirdos that has a long last name and weird middle name. It's actually from Norse mythology--I'm named after Loki's wife. By the way, it's pronounced Sig-in. I am 17 years old, single, and ready to mingle. (But if any guy tries to get fresh he gets his throat slit. Not actually, though. I'm not exactly okay with killing people. He'd probably just end up with a black eye and broken nose.) Lets see... what should you know about me before you go into my story... uh... I'm an orphan. My parents were killed in a car crash when I was ten. I lived, somehow. Yeah, I was in the car. I'm not gonna go into detail... last time I did that I blacked out and ended up beating up my partner. Don't ask. Anyways, I'm an orphan, but rather than givin...

Hello lovelies! SO, if you're new to this blog (which I'm not sure if anyone is but if you are hey sup welcome), I do these every month to wrap up my goals for the month and what I accomplished. SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO! Life • I've begun to be more outgoing. WAT AN INTROVERTED AUTHOR BEING OUTGOING WAT HAPPENED? I'm honestly just not filtering my speech as much. Usually I over-analyze literally EVERYTHING I say, and I'm not doing it that much. I've actually managed to make a few of those annoying little generic #swag boys in my school fear me because I've begun to speak my mind, and I am very proud of that. They're not good kids, and honestly I could see them being arrested for Sexual Harassment. I feel I'm doing my duty and protecting my fellow women, cus if they're scared of little 'ol me, they got a rude awakening. • I've begun to pursue my acting career. As I talked about in my  Life Choices  post, I plan on being both ...

In honor of the fantastic book INTERMISSION by Serena Chase (which you can preorder  here  and I suggest you do because holy freaking crap it is fantastic), I have decided to write this post on my life choices and what I plan on doing once I graduate. | | | We are starlight on snow. The reflection of something already beautiful—absorbed, reflected, and remade into something . . . more.  And this kiss . . . This kiss is everything I’ve needed to say . . . and longed to hear. Sixteen-year-old Faith Prescott eagerly awaits the day she will exchange her small Iowa hometown for the bright lights of Broadway, but her success-driven parents want her to pursue a more practical career, labeling “artsy” people—including their daughter—as foolish dreamers worthy of little more than disdain. When Faith meets nineteen-year-old Noah Spencer she discovers someone who understands her musical theatre dreams . . . because he shares them.  Faith’s mother despises everything about...

Being writers, we have to create characters. You can't have a story without a character. Characters drive the story, give the readers someone to root for. But creating characters creates problems in the readerdom. Diversity isn't a thing that really exists. Many people try their best to actually represent everyone, but in doing so they tend to exclude others. Body Types. With girls, there's been a big push to love yourself for who you are. Big girls, curvy girls, all of them are being uplifted in this time. But in doing so, the skinny girls are being shamed. You know Daisy Ridley? The wonderful, talented, beautiful actress who played Rey in the newest Star Wars (and also the person in this photo)? Someone posted an image of Rey with a speech bubble saying "what were my casting directors thinking? don't they know real woman have curves?" Let me just say something. All women are different. ALL WOMEN ARE DIFFERENT. ALL. WOMEN. ARE. DIFFERENT. Everyone, ok...

First off, I just want to say I am so sorry I haven't posted anything recently. I've been very busy to do anything worthwhile. So, here is something I found on Tumblr - a writing tag that has to do with your characters. This is just for fun, and hopefully it will be interesting and give you a bit of an insight into my characters. Without further ado, let's-a-go!  1. A crazy hacker’s gone into your computer, and has deleted all of your music, except for one song off of your writing playlist. Which song is it? Probably Angel With A Shotgun, because that is the song that can apply to most of the characters and it fits in with a few scenes really well. 2. Your protagonist and antagonist have been paired up by friends to go out to lunch together. Where do they go? Technically the antagonist of my story is an entire assassin organization, but the one that my protagonist Harper really butts heads with a lot is Jormungand. So they would probably go to a t...

This is a poem that I wrote for two of my characters in my series. They are technically the villains, but I loved them too much to not share this. Originally, I wrote it for my creative writing class, but it will appear in the third book of my series. Upon a rocky ocean cliff, A black wolf was chained That lifted her large black muzzle To drink while it rained On the sandy shores far below Her anguished cries were heard By a troubled, dangerous snake Who her pained cries had stirred He slithered up that steep, sharp cliff Till he wished to fall off But when he made it to the top He saw the black beast cough She was sickly and broken down Her ribs showed through her skin And scars marred that lovely face That was now so very thin She could not fight or run or howl For those who had chained her Had left her defenseless Bound in chains that tore her fur She was not dangerous to him And the little snake saw So he untied the t...