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When Grace Touched My Heart of Stone

Happy summer, everyone! It’s been over six months since I’ve blogged and honestly, I have missed writing. I have one month of summer left to get over this writing block and I’m going to do it. 🙂 I’d like to share with you an essay I wrote in my English class last spring about grace and my middle school years. 
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Plan, Write, Rewrite Pt. 3

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So you’re reading through your narrative or possibly first novel, you think to yourself…

Wow… this is amazing! I-I wrote this? Yes, yes I did. No kidding, I am a smart cookie. Nice touch *wink*. Ok… Not bad on the dialogue. The descriptions are stupendous! Fantastic!

And next thing you know, this happens…

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Plan, Write, Rewrite Pt. 2

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A couple days ago, my family and I celebrated my dad’s birthday. I’d like to dedicate this blogpost to him. Thanks Daddy for inspiring my journey. I think inspiration has finally come full circle. You inspired me when you persevered through iHomeEducator’s tough days and I’ve inspired you in my work in Chosen To Race. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree… 🙂

 


About three years ago, I wrote a blog post called, “Plan, Write, Rewrite“. If you go  and read it, I’m sure you’ll find my Freshman mind to be quite hilarious. 😆 I was astounded! Amazed! Writers… authors… they write with such talent and skill. They weave words into pictures and paintings, quilts and moving pictures. To this day, I’m still amazed but now I’m standing on the other end of the spectrum.

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How it began…

I think many would agree…books have this power…this magical mind-blowing power. Books are special. Maybe that’s why the Bible is a collection of books or maybe that’s why books are just so much better than movies! Books just draw you in and speak in a way that no tongue ever could.

My love for books and writing started back to when I was barely able to write. When I was six, I drew potato people and stick horses. I’d make small four page books about Sherbert the Orange fish or Spirit the Horse. I let my imagination flow. When I reached middle school, I was an emerging poet. But I mainly kept my works to myself because I was afraid that they were unworthy. This fear of unworthiness perpetuated until Freshman year of high school where I decided to write a novel. Continue reading How it began…