Short Story Sunday 231: Wish

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“Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“So you can make a wish.”

“Why do I have to close my eyes in order to make a wish?”

Ash glanced up at his wife, who shrugged her shoulders in response. Still holding the round cake in his hands, Ash looked back at his now 6-year-old daughter.

“I guess you don’t have to close your eyes if you don’t want to, Julia.” He said.

Julia tilted her head to the side. She tapped a finger to her chin and stared at the seven burning candles on top of her cake.

“What are you thinking about, honey?” Her mother, Zoey, asked with a smirk across her face. Julia was exactly like her father, though Zoey knew Ash didn’t see it yet.

“How does blowing out candles make my wish come true?” Julia asked.

Ash put the cake down on the table in front of her and he stood up straight. He looked at his wife and shrugged pointing to their daughter, allowing her to take this one.

“Well, candles are special.” Zoey stated.

“I blow out candles all the time when you light them around the house.” Julia countered.

Zoey paused and Ash snickered.

“Birthday candles are special.” Zoey said quickly. “They mark another year for you. They make it so this next year is going to be extra special for you.”

“But I’m six years old now. You put seven candles on my cake.” Julia counted the candles with her fingers.

“It’s for good luck.” Ash stepped in again. He smiled down at her thinking that was going to be the end of the conversation. Instead, Julia craned her neck to look up at her father with a confused expression on her face.

“Wait, I get a wish and luck?”

Zoey facepalmed. Ash stared at the six-year-old with his mouth gaping open. Why was she asking so many questions? It was her birthday, people blew out candles on a cake on their birthday, why was she reading into it so much?

“…Yes…?” Ash replied slowly. He wasn’t sure what the right answer was.

“You don’t sound sure.” Julia shook her head.

“The extra candle is what gives you the wish and it also has a bit of luck to help the wish come true.” Zoey joined in on the conversation once more. She nodded to Ash, who nodded as well. Certainly they made a great team under pressure.

“Why doesn’t my sixth candle give me the wish and the good luck, though? I am six, after all.” Julia commented again.

“Well, the seventh candle is there because you’re six now, but this year is your seventh year, leading up to your seventh birthday.” Ash explained. He scratched the top of his head. He had never thought about birthdays like that until now.

“If I’m going on my seventh year, then why isn’t this my seventh birthday?” Julia asked.

Ash finished scratching the top of his head and was now rubbing his eyes instead. He had to admit that she brought up good points. Birthdays were certainly weird. She was going on her seventh year, so why wasn’t this her seventh birthday? Then again, she wasn’t exactly seven year old, so that made it her sixth birthday instead… she’d been alive and in this world for six whole years.

“Julia, blow out the candles, you’re getting wax on the cake.” Zoey said sternly with her arms folded across her chest.

Julia opened her mouth to protest – or maybe she just had another question – but Ash stepped in. He bent down so his face was beside his daughter’s and smirked at her.

“Blow out your candles or I’m going to get to them first.” He drew in a deep breath acting as though he was going to blow them out.

Panicking, Julia blew out the candles quickly. No six-year-old could resist blowing out candles. Ash straightened up taking the cake out of her way while Zoey clapped and cheered.

The great birthday debate was now over as Julia quickly forgot and just wanted to eat the cake instead.

Words: 681

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Sabbath By Yecheilyah Ysrayl [I Am Soul Blog Tour – Guest Post]

It’s my pleasure to welcome Yecheilyah Ysrayl to my blog for the I Am Soul Blog Tour!

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I just wanna turn off my brain.
Not completely, just enough to gather my breath
and lay it at the head of the bed.
A temporary moment to which renewal finds itself,
Back to my pillow
to which I may die,
And in the same second be reborn.
I want my eyes to bow in submission to my bones,
And my soul to fall slowly to the contours of this mattress.
And for a second pretend that the world has dissolved around me.
For a second, for just a moment, let me lay my body
at the foot of sleep’s doorstep,
Pretend to swim with the clouds,
And at the same moment,
taste of rejuvenation’s delicacies.

About Yecheilyah Ysrayl

Yecheilyah Ysrayl | I Am Soul Author | Blog Tour | Book Blogger | Blogging | RachelPoli.comYecheilyah (e-SEE-li-yah, affectionately nicknamed EC) is an Author, Blogger, and Poet and lives in Marietta, GA with her wonderful husband. She has been writing poetry since she was twelve years old and joined the UMOJA Poetry Society in High School where she learned to perfect her craft. In 2010, at 23 years-old, Yecheilyah published her first collection of poetry and in 2014, founded Literary Korner Publishing and The PBS blog where she enjoys helping other authors through her blog interviews and book reviews. The PBS Blog has been named among Reedsy’s Best Book Review blogs of 2017 and 2018 and has helped many authors in their writing journey. I am Soul is her fourth collection of poetry.

Fun Facts about Yecheilyah:

  • She loves to laugh, and her favorite comedy TV show is Blackish
  • She is originally from Chicago, IL
  • She’s been married to her husband 8 years, together for 11 years
  • She believes eggs makes everything better
  • She is a twin
  • She is addicted to reading and new notebooks
  • Her favorite desert is ice cream

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Short Story Sunday 230: Vision

Short Story: Vision | Flash Fiction | Creative Writing | Blogging | RachelPoli.com

“Tell me what you see now.” Scarlett said.

Isaac shrugged. He had one hand covering his right eye and he was supposed to read the fourth to last row of letters on the seeing chart that hung upon the wall on the other side of the door. “You know, this would be a lot easier if you just let me look with both eyes.”

Scarlett cracked a smile. “Yeah, that’s not exactly how this works.”

Isaac groaned. He narrowed his left eye trying to see well, but the letters in the row weren’t getting any less blurry.

“Try reading the sixth line from the bottom instead of the fourth.” Scarlett suggested.

“Sure,” Isaac took a step forward.

“Hey,” Scarlett said catching him immediately. “Step back.”

Isaac obeyed taking a step back but didn’t reply as though he had done nothing wrong.

“Read the letters to me.” Scarlett ordered again. Her tone was calm and gentle though it was obvious to Isaac she was getting a little impatient. It wasn’t his fault she was making him close one eye and stay ridiculously far away from the chart.

Isaac groaned. She probably already had it written down in her chart that he was blind. She was probably making him continue just to get a kick out of it.

“Okay, this isn’t working. Try covering your other eye.” Scarlett said.

“Well, now this is much worse.”

Scarlett looked up from jotting something down on the clipboard. She sighed when she noticed Isaac had both his eyes covered. “Stop being a smart-guy, Isaac. You know what I meant.”

Issac uncovered both his eyes and grinned at his eye doctor. “Yeah, but it was funny, right?”

“Cover your left eye and read the sixth row from the bottom.” Scarlett repeated unfazed by Issac’s antics.

Issac did so and wrinkled his face in disgust. “This is worse… my right eye is all blurry. How do you expect me to see anything better than I did with my left eye?”

Scarlett let out a sigh. “Your eye is just adjusting to the light again Issac. Give it a minute.”

Issac nodded and silence filled the room for a little bit. He remained in his spot, his hand still covering his left eye. Scarlett watched him, waiting. Expecting him to be begin but he didn’t seem like he was going to anytime soon.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m letting my eye adjust.”

“Issac.”

“Alright, alright…” Issac sighed.

More silence.

“You can’t read the chart, can you?” Scarlett finally concluded.

“Nope.” Issac said quickly.

“Can you at least read the first time?” she wondered exasperated.

Issac uncovered his left eye and squinted. Scarlett let that one slide despite him still needing to cover an eye.

“A, B, C, D, E, F, G.” Issac beamed. He turned to Scarlett and nodded with a large grin.

Scarlett let out an annoyed sigh. “There are only six letters on the top row.”

“Oh,” Issac turned his attention back to the chart. He tilted his head as though that would help him read it better.

“Okay, I think you need some glasses.” Scarlett finally declared.

“What? Why?”

“You can’t see.”

“I can see in front of me.” Issac protested. “Why do I need to see things far away? If you want to see something that’s far away then just walk up to it. Unless you’re at the zoo, then you should stay away… so probably just don’t go to the zoo at all.”

Scarlett pinched the bridge of her nose. “Issac, how did you get here today?”

“I drove,”

“And how was that?”

“I hit two curbs and took up two parking spaces. Why?”

Scarlett sighed exasperated. “This is why you need to have the ability to see far away.”

“But–”

“I don’t want to hear it. If you don’t get glasses today, I’m going to call your mother to come pick you up.”

Issac folded his arms across his chest and pouted. “This is stupid.”

“Well,” Scarlett couldn’t help but smirk, “this is what happens when you don’t come for an eye exam in seven years.”

Words: 687

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Short Story Sunday 229: Union Academy [Part 2]

Short Story: Union Academy (Part 2) | Flash Fiction | Blogging | RachelPoli.com

“It wasn’t a mistake, Erin.”

Erin turned to look at Kay. She furrowed her brows in confusion. She wanted to ask what she meant, but was almost afraid to say anything. She looked all around her hoping that no one was overhearing this conversation.

Kay pressed her lips together rubbing in her fresh coat of lipstick. She closed her compact mirror and turned around to face her friend. “I told my parents that I wanted my own room this year. Only poor kids have to share dorm rooms.” She sneered.

Erin rolled her eyes. “I know. We can all afford our own dorm rooms. But the four of us agreed that we would share so we would all be together. Olivia and Zoey were supposed to share a room and you and I were supposed to share a room.”

Kay shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I changed my mind.” She turned her head to look the other way as though she was bored with the conversation.

“Fine, but you could have at least told me. I would have told my parents I wanted my own room.” Erin protested. She folded her arms across her chest and lifted her shoulders up. She turned her gaze down to the ground. Even though Kay wasn’t looking at her, she felt intimidated for some reason.

“Where are they…?” Kay muttered.

Erin looked up and noticed Kay craning her neck over the crowd of people. Did Kay even hear her? Of course she did… She was just ignoring her.

They stood in silence for a few more moments. Kay standing before Erin with her head held high looking like the almighty while Erin stood with a slouched posture and her gaze plummeting to the ground.

Kay scoffed. “Whatever,” she turned her attention to Erin. “Let’s head up to my room. We can text the other girls from there and tell us to meet us.”

Erin nodded her head and stepped to the side. Kay shouldered her way past Erin and walked on ahead, Erin following reluctantly behind.

*

Kay opened her dorm room door pushing it all the way open. It opened wide knocking into the wall and starting closing on its own. Erin pushed it back open to let herself in. When she crossed the threshold she looked around the room in awe.

“You already decorated the place?” Erin asked.

The walls were painted a pale pink and her silk throw was already covering the bed with a white see-through canopy over it.

“My father made some calls and they allowed me to come in a little earlier to set up the place.” Kay explained. She crawled onto her bed. She sat up by the pillows and put one on her lap.

Erin walked over to the other side of the room where Kay’s desk was set up. Her notebooks and pens were lined neatly up on the surface. A picture frame was on the corner of a picture herself with Kay, Olivia, and Zoey. Erin smiled remembering that day.

“Hello, hello!”

Erin turned around to see Olivia and Zoey enter the room together. Olivia closed the door behind the two of them and crawled onto the foot of Kay’s full sized bed. Erin watched not realizing that she had a bigger bed size than the other dorms too.

“Kay, this room is amazing! I wish I could have gotten my own dorm.” Olivia said.

“Hey, what’s wrong with bunking with me?” Zoey asked.

“Nothing. But it’d be so cool if we all had our own space, you know?”

Zoey nodded with a satisfied shrug. “Still, I’m glad you and I are roommates.”

“Me too!” Olivia giggled.

Erin folded her arms across her chest and leaned her back against Kay’s desk. She looked down at the ground. She couldn’t believe this was how high school was starting out. She was ditched by one of her friends and had to bunk with someone poor. Meanwhile, Olivia and Zoey were having the time of their life as though nothing was going on whatsoever.

“Who’s your roomie, Erin?”

Erin looked up like a deer in the headlights. Olivia and Zoey were staring at her expecting an answer while Kay was smirking at her. She sighed wondering if this was something Kay had cooked up to make their high school career start off with a bang.

Erin swallowed a lump in her throat and let off a shrug knowing her friends wanted an answer.

“I don’t remember her name.” she muttered.

“Sorry you have to share a room with a stranger.” Zoey frowned.

Erin cracked a small smile, but only because Zoey seemed genuinely sorry, despite that it wasn’t even her idea in the first place.

It was Olivia’s idea for the four of them to share rooms so that they could stay close with one another. Now that Erin thought about it, Kay didn’t seem to be too thrilled about the idea. They picked each other’s names out of a hat so the room assignments would be random. Olivia had pulled out Zoey’s name. That left Kay and Erin together.

Erin was excited at the time. She always had a feeling that Olivia was Kay’s favorite one of the group, but she thought that if they were roommates then maybe she would get to step up in the ranks of their small group. Apparently, Kay didn’t want to be with Erin.

She wondered if she was bunked with Olivia would she still have opted to get her own room? What if she was bunked with Zoey?

“Erin, it’s fine.”

Erin looked back up at the three girls. Kay was rolling her eyes at her.

“Just think of all the juicy gossip you can get on your roommate and her friends.” Kay explained.

“What makes you think she has friends?” Olivia laughed.

“Poor people have to stick together.” Kay replied.

Erin cleared her throat. She took her phone out of her pocket and checked the time. “Guys, I should probably get back to my room… I haven’t unpacked any of my stuff yet.”

“Be sure to meet us in the lobby tomorrow before orientation.” Kay reminded her.

She nodded as she put her phone back into her back pocket and headed for the door. She opened it up and noticed that the halls were clear. Everyone must have been in their rooms, unpacking, meeting their roommates, or meeting up with old friends. That was something she should have been doing, but for some reason… She just didn’t feel comfortable with them anymore.

Words: 1,093

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If You Can Dream It… [Guest Post]

Please help me welcome DreamItRealiseIt to my blog!

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Dear valued reader,

I would like to speak directly to you to offer you advice and guidence from my own knowledge base and experience.

Writing is hard. Without a doubt.

Some days you are staring at a blank page for ages, hours even, and you can’t seem to gain ANY inspiration at all. On other days you write solidly for four hours without even a toilet or a drink/food break and it feels like you’ve been writing for only minutes! Then on a different day you may read something that you’ve already written and be so disgusted by it that you rip the page up right there and then. Trash. It is just trash.

It does not reflect your amazing writing ability at all. Or you may not even have the confidence to believe you have much writing ability. You may feel disillusioned and depressed… Let me tell you something my avid reader and aspiring writer – DO NOT EVER GIVE UP.

Why do you think you read, huh? To gain inspiration for your writing. People who read widely will without a doubt find the writing part easier than those who don’t. Other writers’ novels, short stories, and articles are great places to find inspiration for your own works. Remember those other writers all started somewhere.

And yes I appreciate when you first start out it is difficult to have confidence in your own writing. Maybe you wrote in secret and have never shown anyone your writing… perhaps you have shown people and they did not like it. Other peoples praise or criticism can affect your wish to be a published or established writer. But, and this is important, try not to let it affect you so much. So maybe someone didn’t like your work – who cares? Plenty of other readers will LOVE it, I promise you. Just make sure you always write, no matter what obstacles come in your way. And above all remember – If you can dream it… YOU can realise it.

Lots of love and hugs and support from someone who has been there.

PS. Never. Never. Never. Give up! Follow your dream at all costs!

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September 2018 [Goals]

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Reading

Summer is technically not over, but I’ll be going back to posting book reviews once a week on just Saturdays. I was going to list what books I plan on reading this month, but I’m not going to say because I know I’ll change my mind. Be sure to check back periodically on my Reading List to keep up. My Review Policy is also open for requests once again!

Writing

I’m working on the usual. Still editing my mystery novel as well as working on my next Wattpad novella. I’m also working on another project for my Patrons. Since school and work will be starting up for everyone else again in a couple of days, I’ll be able to get myself onto a regular schedule for writing and everything else. We’ll see how it goes.

Blogging

My posts for this month are just about done. I want to focus on getting my newsletter back up and running again. I’m also working on another big part for the blog that will (hopefully) be ready by the end of the month. Wish me luck while I figure that one out.

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Blog Party Celebration

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A week ago, I posted a blog party invite as a heads-up to today. My birthday just passed and I’ve also reached 5,000 followers on the blog (which is now over 5,200 followers, which is unbelievable to me). So I decided to do a blog party to share the love and to connect with you all on a greater level!

Keep in mind, this is the first time I’ve done this. If all goes well and people respond to it well, I’d like to do this more often. I have a plan at least. We’ll see how it goes though.

But without further ado, here are the “rules,” so to speak:

In the comments below…

  • Introduce yourself and your blog name.
  • Share an interesting fact about yourself.
  • Link to one (1) blog post of yours – this can be your latest post, your favorite one, most popular, whatever. Just link to one and people can explore the rest of your blog from there.
  • Please be sure to check out blog posts from others. This is a way for all us to gain more exposure and meet new people. Please don’t just drop your link below and leave. Share the kindness and check out some other blogs as others will check out your blog.
  • Also, please feel free to respond to people in the comments and start conversations. By this, also check back on the post periodically to see if anyone has responded to your own comment.
  • Share this post around especially if you know any blogging friends who could use more exposure – the more the merrier!

And that’s about it. I’ll do my best to check out each and every one of your blogs for the day. Of course, while I’ll leave the comments open, I most likely won’t be checking blogs after this day is over. So get them in now!

Remember… one blog post and check out other blogs from people you don’t know. This is all about connecting.

Also, please feel free to mention in the comments what you think of this idea as a whole. Should I do more in the future? I guess we’ll see how many responses there are.

Again, thank you so much for 5,000 follows! I can’t believe my blog has come so far and that people care what I have to say. I’ve met so many wonderful people – bloggers, writers, gamers, friends – and I couldn’t be more proud. Thank you all so much.

Now let’s blog hop!

Happy connecting! Please share this post around for a chance for others to connect.

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Short Story Sunday 228: Union Academy [Part 1]

Short Story: Union Academy (Part 1) | Flash Fiction | Blogging | RachelPoli.com

“You have everything, right?”

“Well, if you forgot anything, just give us a call and we’ll bring it straight to you.”

“If you get homesick, call us and we’ll come get you.”

“Mary…”

Alex’s blue gaze shifted back and forth between her mother and father. Her mother, Mary, was worried and sad to see Alex leave. Her father, Andrew, was less than thrilled, but he was proud of her and excited she was able to get such an opportunity.

As Andrew tried to reassure Mary yet again that this was the best decision and that Alex had wanted this, Alex lost interest in the conversation. She looked over her shoulder.

The small family stood in front of Union Academy, a prestigious high school for the gifted. Alex wasn’t entirely sure why the school had chosen to give her a full scholarship to the school. Academics came naturally to her and she was a straight-A student. Her junior high school mentioned Union Academy to her parents. Apparently it was linked to all the prestigious universities.

Her parents had taken the brochure to be polite to her guidance counselor, but when Union Academy got in touch with them about a full scholarship, they weren’t in any position to say no.

It was a boarding school and while Alex was nervous to be away from her parents, she knew this was the best decision. They didn’t have a lot of money and this was a free ride. Not to mention that she would be able to basically get into any college she wanted to.

Alex looked around the campus. Today was move-in day, but there didn’t seem to be any parents around. She sighed suddenly feeling like the black sheep. She already knew she would be since it wasn’t often someone got a full scholarship. Her classmates were all going to come from rich backgrounds.

“Mom, Dad,” Alex whipped back around to face her parents. They stopped arguing in hushed whispers and turned to their daughter. “I, uh… I think I can take it from here.”

“What?” Mary looked appalled.

Alex shrugged. She noticed her father looking around and then he nodded. He understood what she meant.

“Mary, maybe we should let Alex check in on her own.” Andrew said gently. He put a hand on his wife’s shoulder. She stared at him in shock in response. “I’ll explain in the car.” He whispered.

Mary’s bottom lip jetted outward. Alex looked around quickly hoping no one was watching. The last thing she needed was her mother to start crying in the middle of campus.

It took a little convincing but Alex was able to get rid of her parents. After a long hug and a couple kisses goodbye and some reassuring to her mother that Alex would call later on that night Alex stood in the middle of the campus watching her parents get to the car and drive away.

Once her parents’ car was out of site, she turned around and looked up at Union Academy. She drew in a deep breath not realizing how big the building was up until now. She picked up her suitcases and she started walking towards the front door of the building.

When she crossed through the front doors of the main lobby she stood in the middle of the room in awe. She had seen many pictures of Union Academy on its website and in the brochures but she never expected it to be this fancy.

The main lobby looked as though it was a castle from a fairytale story. The tile flooring was gold and shiny from a new coat of wax the janitors had probably just done and there was a large crystal chandelier hanging right above her. She shattered wondering what would happen if the chandelier had fallen. Then she wondered if that had never happened before.

“Good afternoon, are you new here?”

Alex looked over her shoulder upon hearing a female voice. Sure enough there was a tall blonde woman standing right behind her. Alex nodded her head to the woman assuming she was talking to her.

“Are you a freshman?”  The woman asked and Alex nodded her head once more. The woman looked down at her clipboard and flip through some pages asking, “What’s your name?”

Alex cranes her neck to see what was on the clipboard, but the woman held it closer to her chest. “Alex Berry,” she said meekly.

The woman flipped back a few pages and scanned the list. Alex assumed it was some sort of attendance record that was listed in alphabetical order.

“Right,” the woman sighed, “I’ll show you to your room.”

Alex nodded her head once again, slightly intimidated by this woman, and she followed her through the lobby pushing her way through the many kids that were already flooding the room. It was hard to get by saying she was carrying all of her suitcases on her own. She was a little annoyed that the woman didn’t bother to ask if she needed help carrying anything.

Alex tried to stick close to the woman, who now that Alex thought about it, never introduced herself. There were so many people in the hallways, students and faculty alike, that it was hard for Alex to really take a good look around the place.

The woman led Alex over to an elevator and together they went up to the third floor. Alex stood in the back of the elevator, putting her bags down on the ground by her feet. She let out an exasperated sigh. She hadn’t realized how heavy her bags were until now. Her father was gracious enough to carry them for her earlier.

When they made it to the third floor, the elevator beeped and the doors opened up.

“Follow me,” she grunted.

With a heave and a hoe, Alex picked up her bags once again and staggered along behind. She stepped out into the hallway and was immediately forced into the wall. She looked over her shoulder, but whoever knocked her to the side was walking away as though nothing even happened. She rolled her eyes, picked up her bags again, but when she turned around, the woman was gone.

“Great…” she muttered.

Alex continued to walk down the hall in hopes that she would run into the woman again. She ended up making it to the end of the hall and sure enough, there was the woman staring at her clipboard.

“Excuse me?” Alex said. She put down one of the bags and was just about to poke the woman in her arm when she abruptly turned around.

“There you are,” she grunted. “This is your room, 3R. Quickly, now. I have many other freshmen to see and help.” She pulled a key out of her pocket and handed it to Alex, who took it.

She didn’t want to be with this woman any longer than she had to, so Alex quickly unlocked the door and stepped through the threshold.

Alex took a look around the room. It was smaller than she thought it would be, but it was much bigger than her bedroom back at home. When she looked over to the right, she noticed one reason why the room seemed so small. There was a second bed. On the website, she thought the dorm rooms were individual. She turned around and the woman shook her head.

“You’re on scholarship, honey. Your roommate should be along shortly.” With that, the woman left shutting the door behind her.

Alex tossed her bags onto the bare bed to the right. The room was empty, so she assumed her roommate didn’t know that this was her room yet. That meant Alex had first dibs on everything in the room. And she wanted to have the bed on the right side of the room. It was farthest away from the door and probably had the most chance of privacy. For what little privacy she was going to have.

After Alex had made her bed and began unpacking some clothes into one of the closets, the door opened up again. She turned around and there stood a young woman, around her age. She looked Alex up and down and then narrowed her eyes at her.

“Who are you?” She demanded.

“Alexis Berry, but you can call me Alex.” Alex forced a smile. She stepped forward with her hand stretched out to shake. “You must be my roommate.”

“Oh, no.” The girl stepped back shaking her head with disgust. “There is a mistake. You need to leave.”

Alex slowly brought her hand back down to her side not knowing what else to do with it. She wiped her hand on her jeans as the sweat in her palms started to build up. “I’m sorry, but one of the professors or someone brought me up here. She had a clipboard with my name on it and sure enough, this is my room.”

“Well, then there’s a mistake.” She snapped. “I’m supposed to be roommates with Kay.” She folded her arms across her chest and glared harshly at Alex. “I am going to go back down stairs and fix this. I suggest you pack up your things and follow me down stairs.”

Alex opened her mouth to protest, but the girl had already turned away and stormed off down the busy hall. Alex stood in the doorway to call to her, but she was already gone in the mass of people.

She sighed. School hadn’t even begun yet and she already knew this was going to be a long year.

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August 2018 [Wrap Up]

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Reading

I was in a bit of a reading slump this month. I read a lot of quick stories such as craft books and comics. Reading is reading and it was all good, but I’m hoping to get back into the novel world soon enough. Time has escaped me this month so it was harder for me to keep up with the reading. You can check out my Reading List to see which books I’ve read and reviewed this month as well as check out my Goodreads to keep up with what I’m currently reading… though I have to update it. I’ve even gotten behind with that.

Writing

Writing proved to be difficult this month as well. I did a lot of planning and brainstorming for various projects, but overall time got away. I did a lot of socializing with friends and family and writing took a backseat. Not a bad thing, but I’m ready to get back into a routine.

Blogging

I kind of got out of my blogging routine as well. August was filled with real-life things going on so my virtual life was sort of non-existent. I made progress though and my posts for September are almost done. So that’s something.

Overall

August was a good month – not really work-wise, but it was a good month to get together with friends and family as well as reflect on everything else. We’ll see how September goes!

Posts To Remember

1. 6 Types of Conversations Your Characters Can Have
2. How Do You Write Internal Dialogue?
3. The Best Tip To Know About Writing Dialogue

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Meet Herminia Chow, Writer [Interview]

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Please tell us a little bit about yourself.

My name is Herminia. I’m a reader, writer, and blogger who lives in Canada. I go to university full-time where I’m doing a major in Book and Media Studies with two minors in English as well as Writing and Rhetoric. I don’t have any books published yet, but I’ve written articles for different sites.

How long have you been writing for?

I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. I started my first novel when I was in grade 8. I’m now going into my fourth year of university. I’ve been writing almost every day for about 3 years. Before then I just wrote when I felt like it.

What motivates you to write? How did you begin writing?

I love telling stories. I started writing because I had a lot of time. Nowadays, I have to make time. Even though it’s hard work, I find writing fun and fulfilling.

Do you have a writing routine? If so, what’s a typical day like for you?

I try to write every day. I read in the morning and early afternoon. For some reason, I feel more creative later in the day, so I do most of my writing or blogging in the evening or at night. That being said, when I’m commuting to class, I’ll write first thing in the morning on the bus and subway. I often handwrite my first drafts before transcribing them on the computer.

Have you thought about self-publishing or traditional publishing? Are you leaning towards one over the other? If so, why?

I’ve considered both. As a kid, I always wanted to be published traditionally. I dreamt of seeing my book in libraries and stores. These days, I’m leaning towards self-publishing because I like the idea of having more control over my work. At some point, I’ll try to find a publisher, and if that doesn’t work out, I’ll attempt to do it myself.

Are you currently working on anything new?

I’m currently working on shorter pieces such as poems and short stories. I’m going to submit some of them to contests or journals. I’ll likely publish many to my blog as well. Even though I’m not working on a novel right now, I hope to start a new project soon.

If you weren’t a writer, what would your career be?

When I’m not writing, I’m blogging or reading. So I think I’d work in digital marketing or book publishing. Interestingly enough, I’ve had the opportunity to work for a digital marketing agency for a couple of summers. What’s more, since I blog about books, I get to be in contact with professionals who work in the publishing industry. I’m passionate about both fields, so it’d be awesome to work as a marketing coordinator for a book publisher.

What’s one thing you learned through writing that you wish you knew before you started?

I wish I knew that writing doesn’t get easier, but the more I do it, the better I become.

What is your favorite book, genre, or author?

I love crime, mystery, suspense, and thriller. I can’t pick just one book, but a few authors I admire include David Baldacci, Pierce Brown, Sarah J. Maas, and Jodi Picoult.

What advice do you have for aspiring writers?

I’d tell aspiring writers to write as much as they can. Apply to contests. Submit your work. Go after opportunities. Create them yourself. No one is going to hand you anything. You have to make things happen on your own.

Is there anything else you would like to share?

Thank you for reading. Thanks so much for having me on here, Rachel.

About Herminia Chow

Herminia resides in Canada where she is fond of curling up with good books (and bad ones too), obsessing over her blog (on WordPress), and coming up with new ideas for stories (or thinking about them). She is a creative writer, a brief blogger, and an avid reader of all things.
 

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