A Quick Request

I would like to ask you to sign this petition. It’s asking the Obama Administration to pass a legislation the limits the access to guns. I’m sure you all know what happened on Friday, and though I do think this should not be something that is political, I do think something needs to be done to stop this from happening again. Or at least lessen the risk.

As for what happened, I can’t really say anything that is well strung together. I can say it’s awful, that my sympathy goes out to the families. And it’s all true–but it all sounds so rehearsed.  It’s true though, and I am so sorry this happened. I’m sickened, and its honestly scary that humans will do things like that.



A Serious Post

I didn’t really think that I would be talking about a subject like this until later in the blog. But I don’t want to delay talking about this, even if it is depressing. I intended my third post to be about auditioning.

But my post is about Uganda’s ‘Kill The Gay’s’ bill. I can’t even say how much disgusts me. Why would you kill someone for who they love? But this could pass. As a ‘Christmas gift’. A Christmas gift, seriously? Jesus would hardly want a bill that kills people to pass in honor of his birth day.

I sincerely hope that, even if you don’t generally support gay/QUILTBAG people, that you sign a petition against this bill. Please.

Petition One

Petition Two

And I must add a link to this wonderful letter written by a trans*gender woman in Uganda. It’s absolutely amazing, and I want you all to stop and think how much courage it took to write it.

“Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak up…and sit down and listen.”

She stood up and spoke. Now we need to sit down and listen.

Anne, And My Love For Her

As a teenage girl, it’s only natural that I should have been exposed to her sometime or another, book or film.

I was introduced to Anne at age eight by the form of a battered thick green book. It had Anne of Green Gables, Anne of Avonlea, and Anne’s House of Dream’s all in it. I was sick, and rather bored. I also had some sort of inner-protest going on that concerned having learned how to read-apparently I thought it was giving in to school to read that big book people said I would enjoy. This also happened when I was seven with Bunnicula(adorable, hilarious book). So sick, and deprived of eating tacos since I felt awful, I turned to Anne.

I loved her. She spoke so quaintly, with all her “Wouldn’t you? “Don’t you think?” and her eyes full of dreams. She had the imagination that I did, playing pretend with imaginary people and talking to trees(well, I’m not sure if I did the latter, but I did think the table was real…?). And she was three years older than me! Surely you can still have your imagination then.

After that I watched her movies, except for the third one as it looked too disappointing. I fell in love with Anne and her kindred spirits. I fell in love with the Island, despite being one of those Yankees Mrs.Lynde disproved of. I think Anne truly made me become a book lover.


I wanted red hair, and though I’ve (oddly enough) never dressed as Anne for Halloween, I’ve dressed up as a red-head three times. I talked with Anne sometimes, just as she talked with Anne-In-The-Mirror. I watched Road to Avonlea. Every book was gold to me, and I’m currently thrilled at the discovery there is another book ‘The Blythe Quoted’. How did I miss that?

Speaking of Blythes, should I not mention Gilbert? Honestly, I never really fell for him like a good many people seem to. I don’t know why. I certainly rooted for him-he and Anne obviously fit well together, even if he was a bit of a jerk on first meeting. And the actor was handsome, and I do prefer Gil to Darcy. I suppose I do have a bit of fictional book romantic idol thing for him, but I care about Anne a good deal more.

But I love Anne, and I will try to have a L.M Mongtomery concerned quote in all my posts. Majority will be from Anne I imagine.

“I am simply a ‘book drunkard.’ Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has for its devotee. I cannot withstand them.”

Especially when they are yours, Anne.


The Blank Page

The first post. The feeling of staring at a blank screen that all some writers hate. We stare, and think, and do multiple head-desks as we try to get that first line right.

The first line the will decide if the reader continues to read or not. Or in the case of a unpublished author, if the agent will.

This post feels much like that. Will you continue to read my blog, or will you just click to the next blog you’re browsing through?

 “Yes, I have only a few pages written, but I have it all pretty well thought out. I’ve had such a time to get a suitable plot. None of the plots that suggested themselves suited a girl named AVERIL.”