Oh. Well. Hello there.
*clears throat awkwardly*
So...ten months. Ten months since the last post. That's a problem. And it's problem that I will address...but not just yet. Suffice it to say I'm sorry (for the very few people who actually know that this blog exists) and revamp efforts are going to happen very soon.
For right now, I realized that I have something to do, and a blog post was the best way to do it!
At the beginning of 2013, my sister Nicole came up with the awesome plan of keeping track of all the books she read throughout the year. Several friends were on board with the idea, so we made a small Facebook group to share what we were reading with each other. Now, amazingly, we're at the end of 2013, and it's time to look back at the adventures I had between the pages of (approximately) twenty-eight books!
Poetry and Play Books:
1. These Green Going to Yellow by Marvin Bell
2. Forgive Me, I Meant to Do It by Gail Carson Levine
3. A Tale of Two Cities: The Musical by Jill Santoriello
(These are all very short, so whether you count them as full books is up to you. I count them for their sheer awesomeness.)
Graphic Novels:
1. Asterios Polyp by David Mazzucchelli
Non-fiction for School:
1. Physical Geology by Charles Plummer
3. Defeating Darwinism by Opening Minds by Phillip E. Johnson
4. The Glory of Christ by R.C. Sproul
5. More Than a Carpenter by Josh McDowell
6. Arts, Entertainment, and Christian Values by Kerby Anderson
7. The Limitations of Scientific Truth by Nigel Brush
8. Themes in Western Thought by Bob Jones University Press (an anthology of pieces from the works of major philosophers - definitely hefty enough to count by itself!)
Nonfiction for Fun:
1. Exploring J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit by Corey Olsen
2. Joan: The Mysterious Life of the Heretic Who Became a Saint by Donald Spoto (technically reading this one at the moment, but as the majority of it will have been read in 2013, I'm counting it!)
Fiction:
1. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling (reread)
2. A Tale of Two Castles by Gail Carson Levine
3. Out of the Silent Planet by C.S. Lewis
4. Madman by Tracy Groot
5. Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie
6. The Invention of Hugo Cabret by Brian Selznick
7. The Odyssey by Homer
8. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins (reread)
9. Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins (reread)
10. The Fall of the House of Usher and Other Tales by Edgar Allen Poe (collection of his short stories and his only novel, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket)
11. Alice in Wonderland by Tui T. Sutherland (a novelization of the Tim Burton movie)
12. Gaston Leroux's The Phantom of the Opera by Shannon Donnelly (an adapted-for-young-readers version of the classic that was extremely short and hardly counts, but I got it for a quarter at the library book sale, so I read it to get a taste of the original, which I hope to read in the future)
13. Queen of Camelot by Nancy McKenzie
14. Dracula by Bram Stoker
Monday, December 30, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Poetry of Pixies
Do you ever get the urge to just do something crazy? Something you've made excuses to avoid? Something you're nervous about? Sometimes this goes for huge decisions. And sometimes . . . it goes for getting a haircut.
(And for writing? Ah yes. Writing does tie in at the end, believe it or not. But first, more about hair!)
Pixie cuts. How can you not like them with a name like that? There was always something about the idea of a pixie cut that I found appealing. But I would never get one myself. Of course not. My face is too round. I'm too round. My chin would look weird. My wavy hair would never style right. It would look like a pile of frizz on my head. I just wouldn't be able to pull it off.
But I liked pixie cuts. And then, as so often happens with me, something I liked became something I loved thanks to the fact that I'm a nerd. Enter Mary Margaret Blanchard: aka Snow White from Once Upon a Time.
In this series (which just so happens to be one of my favorites ever - more on that inevitably coming later), Snow White is played by Ginnifer Goodwin. When all the fairy tale characters are transported to our world by a curse, they forget who they are and take on new identities. Thus Snow White becomes Mary Margaret Blanchard - and her long hair becomes one of the cutest pixie cuts ever.
Yep, I loved Mary Margaret's hair. And I made comments about how I wished I could pull off a hairstyle like that.
Then one night I was texting a friend about him getting his hair cut. Once again, I said something half-jokingly about wanting to get a pixie. And he said, in so many words, "Why not?" So for the first time, I started to seriously consider it. The more I considered it, the more the idea grew on me.
Of course I had to ask a few select friends if they thought I should go for it in order to get some reassurance. But the more I talked about it, the more I decided that I wanted to do it, and I wanted to do it soon, before I could back out. So I bid farewell to my long(ish) hair. . .
That's not to say I wasn't nervous. I tend to silently flip out in the middle of a hair cut ("What on earth is she doing? How is that ever going to look good?!"). I even brought a certain best friend for moral support. . . and (jokingly) glared at her whilst getting my locks shorn.
When the floor was covered in curls, I finally looked into the mirror. And I started laughing. Because honestly? I had no idea what I thought of it. I thought it was different. I thought I didn't recognize myself. Admittedly, there was a fleeting thought that said "What did you just do?"
But everyone assured me it looked great. So I finished the night of hanging out with my previously mentioned best friend, and apart from noticing the funny feeling of actually having bangs, I didn't think about my hair too much. That night, though, there came the dreaded photo shoot. I knew people would ask to see pictures. But would I like the pictures? As vain as that sounds, don't we all know the dread of a bad haircut? Taking pictures was my way of putting it to the test. The result?
(And for writing? Ah yes. Writing does tie in at the end, believe it or not. But first, more about hair!)
Pixie cuts. How can you not like them with a name like that? There was always something about the idea of a pixie cut that I found appealing. But I would never get one myself. Of course not. My face is too round. I'm too round. My chin would look weird. My wavy hair would never style right. It would look like a pile of frizz on my head. I just wouldn't be able to pull it off.
But I liked pixie cuts. And then, as so often happens with me, something I liked became something I loved thanks to the fact that I'm a nerd. Enter Mary Margaret Blanchard: aka Snow White from Once Upon a Time.
In this series (which just so happens to be one of my favorites ever - more on that inevitably coming later), Snow White is played by Ginnifer Goodwin. When all the fairy tale characters are transported to our world by a curse, they forget who they are and take on new identities. Thus Snow White becomes Mary Margaret Blanchard - and her long hair becomes one of the cutest pixie cuts ever.
Yep, I loved Mary Margaret's hair. And I made comments about how I wished I could pull off a hairstyle like that.
Then one night I was texting a friend about him getting his hair cut. Once again, I said something half-jokingly about wanting to get a pixie. And he said, in so many words, "Why not?" So for the first time, I started to seriously consider it. The more I considered it, the more the idea grew on me.
Of course I had to ask a few select friends if they thought I should go for it in order to get some reassurance. But the more I talked about it, the more I decided that I wanted to do it, and I wanted to do it soon, before I could back out. So I bid farewell to my long(ish) hair. . .
And I went for it.
That's not to say I wasn't nervous. I tend to silently flip out in the middle of a hair cut ("What on earth is she doing? How is that ever going to look good?!"). I even brought a certain best friend for moral support. . . and (jokingly) glared at her whilst getting my locks shorn.
When the floor was covered in curls, I finally looked into the mirror. And I started laughing. Because honestly? I had no idea what I thought of it. I thought it was different. I thought I didn't recognize myself. Admittedly, there was a fleeting thought that said "What did you just do?"
But everyone assured me it looked great. So I finished the night of hanging out with my previously mentioned best friend, and apart from noticing the funny feeling of actually having bangs, I didn't think about my hair too much. That night, though, there came the dreaded photo shoot. I knew people would ask to see pictures. But would I like the pictures? As vain as that sounds, don't we all know the dread of a bad haircut? Taking pictures was my way of putting it to the test. The result?
Ok, so I was pretty happy with the pictures, which made me decide I was pretty happy with the haircut. Did it still take some getting used to? Oh yeah. But now, over a week since I got it cut, I can definitely say that I really am happy with it.
So, you may ask, "what does your haircut have to do with anything about writing?" This is a blog about me as a writer, after all. But have you ever noticed how getting a new haircut can influence both your perceptions of yourself and others' perceptions of you? The lady who cut my hair is a family friend, and when she was talking about how perfect she thought this style was for me, she said something funny. I don't remember her exact words, but the idea was that this haircut makes me look more like a writer. I thought it was so interesting that in her mind, my hair by itself was enough to make me look more like the person I want to be.
Do I agree with her? Possibly. (And I'm definitely flattered.) Will I keep the pixie cut forever? Probably not, though I have a feeling it'll be an option I'll return to occasionally. But it's hard to deny - how you look can, at least partially, define you.
So does my pixie make me a better writer? Give me more confidence? In a lot of ways - yes. Why? Because it was learning to take a crazy and fun chance. It was learning to put aside excuses and trying something new. And that's what writing takes.
Getting a pixie is writing a poem.
Friday, February 8, 2013
"I Understand"
"Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that have been rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind."
Agree or disagree as you will, but in my humble and nerdy opinion, I now apply this quote from The Princess Bride to this kiss:
So what, you may ask, does a beautiful kiss from Merlin have to do with anything? (You also may be parodying another classic Princess Bride quote and asking "Is this is a kissing blog?" Well, not usually. But today it is.)
Quite simply, I am inspired by beautiful and well-told stories. Merlin has been my top "fandom" these days as I've been making my way through the series, and when I saw this episode I was blown away. The fantastic emotion in this scene particularly stuck with me, and I wanted to do something to pay tribute to it. It also just so happens that I'm in a poetry class at the moment and needed to write a poem using repetition. The two ideas came together, and here is the end result, my poem inspired by and paying tribute to Merlin's episode "The Lady of the Lake."
(Note: This is still the rough draft and absolutely a work in progress, so feedback is more than welcome.)
I Understand
that being different
is not the same as being alone.
Agree or disagree as you will, but in my humble and nerdy opinion, I now apply this quote from The Princess Bride to this kiss:
So what, you may ask, does a beautiful kiss from Merlin have to do with anything? (You also may be parodying another classic Princess Bride quote and asking "Is this is a kissing blog?" Well, not usually. But today it is.)
Quite simply, I am inspired by beautiful and well-told stories. Merlin has been my top "fandom" these days as I've been making my way through the series, and when I saw this episode I was blown away. The fantastic emotion in this scene particularly stuck with me, and I wanted to do something to pay tribute to it. It also just so happens that I'm in a poetry class at the moment and needed to write a poem using repetition. The two ideas came together, and here is the end result, my poem inspired by and paying tribute to Merlin's episode "The Lady of the Lake."
(Note: This is still the rough draft and absolutely a work in progress, so feedback is more than welcome.)
I Understand
I know the darkness presses in like a familiar cage.
I know the rough stone tunnels echo your terror, loud as the warning bells.
I know the cold reaches through the shredded rags of your dress.
I know the filth leaves smudges on your skin, streaks on your face formed by tears.
I know the rough stone tunnels echo your terror, loud as the warning bells.
I know the cold reaches through the shredded rags of your dress.
I know the filth leaves smudges on your skin, streaks on your face formed by tears.
I know you asked for strawberries, but all I can give is a
small red flower.
I know you need to eat, but all I can bring is scraps.
I know you long for safety and freedom, but all I can offer is a chance.
I know you need to eat, but all I can bring is scraps.
I know you long for safety and freedom, but all I can offer is a chance.
I know now the paralysis of fear because I fear for you.
I know now the pain of emptiness because I am nothing without you.
I know now the terrifying joy of holding you, because I am speaking softly to calm your shaking.
I know now the pain of emptiness because I am nothing without you.
I know now the terrifying joy of holding you, because I am speaking softly to calm your shaking.
I lean in and gently kiss your lips
as a tear drops from the corner of my eye.
And
now I knowas a tear drops from the corner of my eye.
that being different
is not the same as being alone.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Who Am I? My Writing Journey So Far
Who am I? I'm Jean ValJean!
Ok. Not quite. But it is true that my dad occasionally calls me Jean ValJean. And it is true that every time I count by even numbers I end up singing "24601!" And it is true that I've been listening to the Les Miserables soundtrack in somewhat excessive amounts recently.
But all of that is completely beside the point, because the point of this post is not to share my nerdy love (that will come later). The point of this particular post is to give a little bit of information on who I am as a writer. After all, if you want to follow someone on a journey, it's helpful to know where they've already been. Hopefully you'll all come along on my journey, so here's the road map of where I'm at and how I set off on this mad adventure.
I honestly think that I became a writer because I didn't want to stop playing. When I was probably about ten, I loved acting out stories with the little action figures and toys my brothers and I owned. I had one particular story that I always came back to and kept building on. At some point I started to realize that it wasn't totally cool to play with little "guys" (what we called our toys) anymore. But I was very fond of that story. I don't exactly know where I got the idea, but at some point I thought, "Why not write it down?" After all, I could continue my story, but writing it was a more valid way of doing so. And so my "pirate story" was begun. Over the course of the next few years, I ended up rewriting that story about three times. In the last rewrite, I struck on something that I could work with. I ended up hand-writing around 200 pages, making it very close to the end, but not quite finishing. I haven't worked on that story for a few years, but it's always in the back of my mind and in the back of my heart. It's what started me off - that first push out of the door. And I refuse to give up on it. One day I want to go back to the original concept and rework it. I'll finish my pirate story yet.
When I was 13 and still working on my pirate story, my journey took an unexpected path. In short, I stumbled on the world of fanfiction. As a huge fan of The Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia, I was constantly looking at websites that had to do with these books/movies. On these websites, I kept coming across stories that fans had written about the characters, sometimes adding new events or explaining what happened during the known events. Then I found fanfiction.net. And once I got interested, I got hooked. I started reading fanfiction for all the movies I liked and getting ideas for stories I could write. And then I wrote my first fanfic. It was about Susan Pevensie (the dreaded post-Last Battle "Susanfic"), and it was honestly pretty terrible. But I was proud of it. So for two years I read fanfiction constantly and wrote a handful of my own stories. Then when I was 15 I officially made a fanfiction.net profile and started putting my stories up on the internet. In the four, almost five, years since then I've continued to write fanficion at least semi-faithfully. I now have a grand total of 58 stories completed and uploaded, and I hope that number will only continue to grow.
Without fanfiction, I'm not sure I would have become a writer. I wouldn't have realized what a joy it is to have an idea and wrestle with words until that idea is translated into something that others can read and understand. I wouldn't have learned to work with and explore characters, to dig into new possibilities, to try different styles, and to use language to communicate what was in my head and my heart. Fanfiction was the springboard I needed.
Eventually, feeling more confident in my writing, I began exploring what would generally be considered more original writing. I started dabbling in poetry and toying around with story ideas that nothing came of. Then, in 2009, my first big opportunity came. Patrick Henry College was doing their annual "A Call to Pens" short story competition. So I wrote a short story about a soldier in the Civil War and submitted it to the competition. I don't think the judges were too impressed, and frankly, I don't blame them. I think I had been trying too hard, and something in the story was lacking because of it. The next year, "A Call to Pens" came around again, so I thought I'd give it another shot. I had a story idea right away, and started planning and writing, but once again, I could feel that something was missing. Another little seed of an idea popped in my mind, so I started to explore it. And I hit on something. I hit on a story that I could feel, one that was easy, challenging, pleasurable, and painful all at once. The story, about a nurse in Italy during World War II, was called "Grey and White." I submitted it, and I wasn't as nervous as I had been the year before. It's not that I thought I had any more of a chance among the hundreds of other stories. But I felt more satisfied with what I had written. And apparently, this time the judges felt it too. My story won second place. I got money for it - the first time I'd been paid for my words. And the money was great, but I honestly don't even remember how much it was. What I remember is how excited, how satisfied, I felt.
That was the beginning of 2011. That fall, I started attending Western Wyoming Community College, and after one semester I realized what a fantastic opportunity I had to study the calling I hope to pursue. Through my classes such as English, Poetry, Journaling, Prose, and others, along with the fantastic, encouraging teachers I've had, I've learned so much about writing and my love for it. At the end of this semester I will graduate from WWCC with an Associate of Arts in English and a Certificate in Creative Writing. And I want more. I'm hoping to transfer to another school where I can continue to study creative writing.
So that's where I'm at on the journey. There are still lots of decisions and opportunities. But I honestly believe that this is where God is taking me and what He has for me to do. So I'm going to keep going. And, for any and all who are interested, I'm going to keep you posted.
Ok. Not quite. But it is true that my dad occasionally calls me Jean ValJean. And it is true that every time I count by even numbers I end up singing "24601!" And it is true that I've been listening to the Les Miserables soundtrack in somewhat excessive amounts recently.
But all of that is completely beside the point, because the point of this post is not to share my nerdy love (that will come later). The point of this particular post is to give a little bit of information on who I am as a writer. After all, if you want to follow someone on a journey, it's helpful to know where they've already been. Hopefully you'll all come along on my journey, so here's the road map of where I'm at and how I set off on this mad adventure.
I honestly think that I became a writer because I didn't want to stop playing. When I was probably about ten, I loved acting out stories with the little action figures and toys my brothers and I owned. I had one particular story that I always came back to and kept building on. At some point I started to realize that it wasn't totally cool to play with little "guys" (what we called our toys) anymore. But I was very fond of that story. I don't exactly know where I got the idea, but at some point I thought, "Why not write it down?" After all, I could continue my story, but writing it was a more valid way of doing so. And so my "pirate story" was begun. Over the course of the next few years, I ended up rewriting that story about three times. In the last rewrite, I struck on something that I could work with. I ended up hand-writing around 200 pages, making it very close to the end, but not quite finishing. I haven't worked on that story for a few years, but it's always in the back of my mind and in the back of my heart. It's what started me off - that first push out of the door. And I refuse to give up on it. One day I want to go back to the original concept and rework it. I'll finish my pirate story yet.
When I was 13 and still working on my pirate story, my journey took an unexpected path. In short, I stumbled on the world of fanfiction. As a huge fan of The Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia, I was constantly looking at websites that had to do with these books/movies. On these websites, I kept coming across stories that fans had written about the characters, sometimes adding new events or explaining what happened during the known events. Then I found fanfiction.net. And once I got interested, I got hooked. I started reading fanfiction for all the movies I liked and getting ideas for stories I could write. And then I wrote my first fanfic. It was about Susan Pevensie (the dreaded post-Last Battle "Susanfic"), and it was honestly pretty terrible. But I was proud of it. So for two years I read fanfiction constantly and wrote a handful of my own stories. Then when I was 15 I officially made a fanfiction.net profile and started putting my stories up on the internet. In the four, almost five, years since then I've continued to write fanficion at least semi-faithfully. I now have a grand total of 58 stories completed and uploaded, and I hope that number will only continue to grow.
Without fanfiction, I'm not sure I would have become a writer. I wouldn't have realized what a joy it is to have an idea and wrestle with words until that idea is translated into something that others can read and understand. I wouldn't have learned to work with and explore characters, to dig into new possibilities, to try different styles, and to use language to communicate what was in my head and my heart. Fanfiction was the springboard I needed.
Eventually, feeling more confident in my writing, I began exploring what would generally be considered more original writing. I started dabbling in poetry and toying around with story ideas that nothing came of. Then, in 2009, my first big opportunity came. Patrick Henry College was doing their annual "A Call to Pens" short story competition. So I wrote a short story about a soldier in the Civil War and submitted it to the competition. I don't think the judges were too impressed, and frankly, I don't blame them. I think I had been trying too hard, and something in the story was lacking because of it. The next year, "A Call to Pens" came around again, so I thought I'd give it another shot. I had a story idea right away, and started planning and writing, but once again, I could feel that something was missing. Another little seed of an idea popped in my mind, so I started to explore it. And I hit on something. I hit on a story that I could feel, one that was easy, challenging, pleasurable, and painful all at once. The story, about a nurse in Italy during World War II, was called "Grey and White." I submitted it, and I wasn't as nervous as I had been the year before. It's not that I thought I had any more of a chance among the hundreds of other stories. But I felt more satisfied with what I had written. And apparently, this time the judges felt it too. My story won second place. I got money for it - the first time I'd been paid for my words. And the money was great, but I honestly don't even remember how much it was. What I remember is how excited, how satisfied, I felt.
That was the beginning of 2011. That fall, I started attending Western Wyoming Community College, and after one semester I realized what a fantastic opportunity I had to study the calling I hope to pursue. Through my classes such as English, Poetry, Journaling, Prose, and others, along with the fantastic, encouraging teachers I've had, I've learned so much about writing and my love for it. At the end of this semester I will graduate from WWCC with an Associate of Arts in English and a Certificate in Creative Writing. And I want more. I'm hoping to transfer to another school where I can continue to study creative writing.
So that's where I'm at on the journey. There are still lots of decisions and opportunities. But I honestly believe that this is where God is taking me and what He has for me to do. So I'm going to keep going. And, for any and all who are interested, I'm going to keep you posted.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
[Insert Clever Title Here]
Hello, welcome, greetings, salutations, and so on and so forth!
This is my blog. (Bet you didn't know that one.) And this? This is my introduction to my blog.
I've wanted to start a blog for a while now. I always talked about it as one of those "yeah, someday that would be a great idea" things. But finally, a few months ago, I started having so many things I wanted to write about and share through a blog that I broke down and decided to start one. So I deliberated about a name, a theme, a purpose. After much deliberation and discussion, I finally chose the name and set everything up. All that was left to do was write. And then I started getting very busy in nearly every area of my life, and getting my blog "up and running" became one of those "I'll do it soon" things, which is, in effect, one of those "yeah, someday that would be a great idea" things. When life eventually calmed down, I knew it was time to get to it for real. I was once again bursting with ideas about things to write and wanting desperately to jump in. But I'm a perfectionist - you can't just jump in headfirst. No, first there needs to be a general introduction to get things "up and running." And that introduction has to be good.
I spent so much time lacking motivation for a good introduction, being held back by the "need" for one before I could dive in, that nothing, good or otherwise, was written. It took a while, but I was finally able to pull back and laugh at myself. My silly perfectionism was indefinitely keeping me from what I wanted to do. So finally I thought, "Who needs a really good introduction? Why do I need to start with something remarkably clever, creative, or artistic?" What I needed was simply to start.
All that being said, my apparent need for a introduction (of some sort) wasn't entirely pointless. I did want to use it as a way to very briefly introduce myself and, of course, my blog! So here we go:
First and foremost, this blog will be a record of my journey as a writer. Exactly what that means is something I have yet to discover completely. It will of course include updates on what I'm working on, ideas I have, things I learn, and progress I make towards my dream of eventually being published. But it may also include writing I do for "exercise," discussions of things that inspire me (books, movies, plays, music, etc.), or just thoughts on my mind that I feel the need to express. It will focus on writing and words - hence the Ink. But not everything will fit into one genre or category - hence the Quirks.
As far as what you should know about me, you probably know most of it by now, whether you realize it or not. And you will learn it. But for now, here's the basics. I'm a Hannah. I'm a happy person. I'm a writer. I'm a nerd. I'm a friend and family member. I'm a college student. I'm a Bible-believing Christian who attends a fundamental Baptist church. These things define my life. So you better believe that they are going to have a huge influence on all my writing. After all, everything we do is influenced by who we are, and we're all our own quirky selves. And that's the way it should be!
So here we are. Welcome to my blog. Now it's up and running. Now we can dive in.
This is my blog. (Bet you didn't know that one.) And this? This is my introduction to my blog.
I've wanted to start a blog for a while now. I always talked about it as one of those "yeah, someday that would be a great idea" things. But finally, a few months ago, I started having so many things I wanted to write about and share through a blog that I broke down and decided to start one. So I deliberated about a name, a theme, a purpose. After much deliberation and discussion, I finally chose the name and set everything up. All that was left to do was write. And then I started getting very busy in nearly every area of my life, and getting my blog "up and running" became one of those "I'll do it soon" things, which is, in effect, one of those "yeah, someday that would be a great idea" things. When life eventually calmed down, I knew it was time to get to it for real. I was once again bursting with ideas about things to write and wanting desperately to jump in. But I'm a perfectionist - you can't just jump in headfirst. No, first there needs to be a general introduction to get things "up and running." And that introduction has to be good.
I spent so much time lacking motivation for a good introduction, being held back by the "need" for one before I could dive in, that nothing, good or otherwise, was written. It took a while, but I was finally able to pull back and laugh at myself. My silly perfectionism was indefinitely keeping me from what I wanted to do. So finally I thought, "Who needs a really good introduction? Why do I need to start with something remarkably clever, creative, or artistic?" What I needed was simply to start.
All that being said, my apparent need for a introduction (of some sort) wasn't entirely pointless. I did want to use it as a way to very briefly introduce myself and, of course, my blog! So here we go:
First and foremost, this blog will be a record of my journey as a writer. Exactly what that means is something I have yet to discover completely. It will of course include updates on what I'm working on, ideas I have, things I learn, and progress I make towards my dream of eventually being published. But it may also include writing I do for "exercise," discussions of things that inspire me (books, movies, plays, music, etc.), or just thoughts on my mind that I feel the need to express. It will focus on writing and words - hence the Ink. But not everything will fit into one genre or category - hence the Quirks.
As far as what you should know about me, you probably know most of it by now, whether you realize it or not. And you will learn it. But for now, here's the basics. I'm a Hannah. I'm a happy person. I'm a writer. I'm a nerd. I'm a friend and family member. I'm a college student. I'm a Bible-believing Christian who attends a fundamental Baptist church. These things define my life. So you better believe that they are going to have a huge influence on all my writing. After all, everything we do is influenced by who we are, and we're all our own quirky selves. And that's the way it should be!
So here we are. Welcome to my blog. Now it's up and running. Now we can dive in.
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