Kati Goes to Prom


Yesterday, my little sister went to her very first prom.

I spent most of my morning and afternoon at my mother's house, doing Kati's makeup, and eating terribly crap food (see: McDonald's) while we got her ready for the big day. I couldn't help but get a little nostalgic as I sat in front of the full-length mirror I once used, in the bedroom that was once mine, putting blush on Kati's cheeks. She's grown up so much! And I love having her as my best friend.

She looked beautiful in her prom dress. And I loved seeing her and her boyfriend, Colt, together. They make the sweetest couple.








Wasn't I supposed to finish my book or something by now?


Today I want to talk about writing.

I used to do that. Write.

Not so much anymore.

These days, my life is filled with work assignments (which I don't actually count as writing), preparing for my last semester of school, saving itineraries and making lists for Europe, and reading a whole, whole lot about what I'll need to become a mother and maintain a healthy pregnancy.

But there's this little, very important book saved on my computer that's only about halfway edited. 

It wasn't but maybe a month after I heard from the agent who'd read my work that I sunk into a bottomless pit of despair (and, no, it didn't have anything to do with her). I was very encouraged by what she said about my story and my writing. I was excited to know that, although she didn't feel she could represent me at that time, she wanted me to keep working and send her my edits when I finished them.

Now, as any writer can tell you there are processes to writing a book. And every writer does it a different way.

I usually only write when I'm inspired, which I know would make my dear, beloved professor P.C. roll over in his grave. He was constantly reminding us that "writers write". Which is probably one of the truest things ever spoken. He would sometimes hole up in his office between classes and not answer his door. You could sneak up and listen to the glorious sounds of Mozart streaming from between the cracks in his door, and hear that rapid-fire clickety clack of his computer keys as he typed out another brilliant story. Perhaps he'd toss that one out. or he'd delete everything but one line to use for another day. But he wrote. All the time.

I do not.

I will think on a story for days, weeks, even months, before I write anything down. And what's strange about this is that I am not a patient person. I like to get things out immediately. I like to deal with conflict head on. No festering wounds for me (I think I just compared my imagination to a festering wound...). But when it come to telling stories, as much as I want to write them down, I'll admit it. My terrible secret.

Are you ready for this?

Sometimes I 'd rather just sit and watch Man Vs. Food instead.

Or sleep.

Or eat.

Or go hang out with my friends.

I am a Jedi master procrastinator.

And as much as I want to finish the edits on my book, it's like pulling teeth to get me to sit down and do them. Mostly because, deep down, I'm not sure I can make the story what this very sweet, wonderful dream of an agent wants it to be.

Didn't I talk about this once already?

I think I remember saying that I shouldn't write for anyone other than myself. That's another thing P.C. (R.I.P.) used to tell us: "What what you know". I can't write what an agent knows. Or a publishing company. Or even a reader. I have to write what I know. Because, let me tell you, my audience is young adult readers. And young adult readers can spot bullshit a mile away. I don't want to give them bullshit.

But I also want to get published. It's my dream. I've longed to see my novel on the shelves of a bookstore since I was old enough to read (that's a long, long time, you guys). 

I suppose the answer to both these dilemmas is to sit down, write it out, and just get the effing thing done. Edit it. Change it up some more. And it let it become the most real, the most authentic, it's ever going to be. Because this is what I know to be true: it won't become anything if I don't do something.

When I do that, I think it will satisfy the agent. And my potential readers. And who knows? Maybe it will even satisfy me.

Here's hoping.

Tybee Island, Part Two


Let's get back to Tybee, shall we?

Most of our time there was spent eating, trying hard to pretend the weather was warm, and window shopping.

If you're ever on the island, you need to try the famous Crab Shack, which sits right on the marsh and has everything from a gator pit to a gift shop filled with birds that will talk to you. 

It's also fun to take pictures at the various Crab Shack photo ops. Funnily enough, although I don't consider myself a tourist anymore because I spent so much time there in college, I was the only one in our group who got excited about the photo ops. Go figure.



The food at the Crab Shack is pricey, but well worth it. This entire plate of food was gone in about fifteen seconds.




And, of course, you can't take a trip to Tybee without going through Savannah and you certainly can't go to Savannah without going to River Street. It never gets old. It's one of the most beautiful cities I've ever been to.

Be sure and try BOTH of the River Street candy shops while you're there! 

a backyard picnic, spring style

Oh hey!

Since the weather has been pretty much the most amazing thing ever these last few weeks, Pierce and I took to our slightly overgrown, yet oh-so-cozy, backyard for a little picnic together.

Bella tried to eat our food. A red robin serenaded us from the treetops. And I stuffed my face, as per usual.






Spring, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

10 Weeks and 3 Days


Hi friends!

What with traveling, applying for jobs, working, and preparing for our trip to Europe in May (eek!), I haven't made as much time to sit down and blog about my pregnancy...or take any baby bump photos either.

But this morning I got up ready to take on the day! It's so beautiful outside (finally!) and I was eager to get some spring cleaning done and spend an hour or two in the sunshine.

{Oh, and I know I'm white as a sheet. I haven't had a tan in years!}

Today I am 10 weeks and 3 days along, and baby Nunnery is about the size of a clementine. He's a little more than two inches long and he's starting to develop hair follicles, as well as finger and toenails, and his sex organs are settling into place. I can't wait to find out if we're having a boy or girl. Just a few more weeks!

 I'm nearing the end of my first trimester and I can't believe how quickly the time has passed. I suppose life is just getting me ready for the moment our little one is born. I'll blink and he'll be going to prom! 

While we were in Tybee, I started to feel million times better physically...and mentally. I never had morning sickness so intense it prevented me from getting out of bed (or sleeping), but it was certainly annoying to want to throw up anytime someone mentioned foods like squash or zucchini (normally two of my favorites).  I can still wear my regular clothes, although my bottoms are starting to get a little snug. I don't know that I'll be investing in too many pairs of maternity jeans. I'll probably just stick to the maternity shirts and dresses so I can wear them after I've delivered (which is still such a strange thing to say).




Dear baby Nunnery,
Your papa and I are so excited about how big and strong you're growing. I heard your heartbeat two weeks ago and it was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard! I'm trying not to want to rush every milestone, and just take each day as it is. Papa talks to you sometimes, and he tells me that you're going to think he's cooler than me. Which is probably true. But I promise you'll always know how much we love you! 
Love, Mama

Tybee Island, Part One


Hi friends!

I just got back from a relaxing week at Tybee Island with my little sister, our momma, and Kati's sweet friend, Sarah. And even though it was quite chilly for south Georgia (and not at all spring break weather), it was still lovely to get away from the normalcy of everyday and spend some time in one of my favorite places on earth. When we were in college, Pierce and I spent a bunch of time in Savannah and Tybee with our friends since GSU is only about an hour away. So it holds many fond memories for me.


And can I just say a big thank you to my mother who made it all happen? And for taking us on our annual "let's blow a bunch of money on mom's Victoria's Secret credit card" shopping extravaganza? She takes the cake, that woman. I hope to be as cool as her one day.