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Monday, October 27, 2014

Izzy Moffit's Road to Wonderland

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Been awhile, hasn't it? It feels like I haven't been near this thing in years, which makes sense because it's been about two weeks. In the land of the internet, that's like at least two centuries.

But now I'm back and I get to talk about this amazing, wonderful, terrific book that I read: Izzy Moffit's Road to Wonderland by Victoria L. James. When the ladies at Bare Naked Words offered this book to me, I jumped on it. Without hesitation. It sounded intriguing and fun, and I was right! Just read this synopsis and not be interested:

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Making it to seventeen in one piece isn’t usually a concern for your average teenager, but if there’s one thing Isabella Moffit has never been, it’s average. Dragged through life by parents who couldn’t care less and surrounded by violence on a daily basis, Izzy reaches that epic birthday milestone in her life with only one person to thank for getting her there: her best friend and soul sister, Paris Hemsworth. 

Vowing to stand side by side through thick and thin since they were four years old, the two of them have made it this far and are confident that now is their time to tackle the world head on, one shaky, naive little footstep at a time.

Except they have no idea what awaits them both on the other side of adulthood, and before either one of them can strap on their hard hat, they’re taking so many knocks and bruises that Izzy’s childhood suddenly seems like a stroll in the park.

Dodging as many bullets as they can along the way, Izzy tries to hold on to Paris’ hand for as long as possible without either one of them slipping away. But no-one ever told them how rough their journey would be. No-one told them that friends and family would change or leave along the way. And no-one told them that for every good intention they have, there’s a thousand people out there with bad ones, waiting to rip them apart.


Follow Izzy’s journey in part one of the Road to Wonderland series - a coming of age novel with a difference, where you’ll face tears, tantrums, laughter and heartbreak, but above all else, hope. Hope that no matter what life throws your way, it’s all part of setting you on the right path to your very own Wonderland and that, more often than not, everything happens for a reason.

Super awesome, right? This book is so much better than I can say. This was an emotional journey from beginning to end. When I thought that Izzy's story was going to be about one thing, it was about another, and the turns kept coming. This poor girl is hit with everything under the sun, and still she perseveres, because she is that strong and that faithful to herself. It's beautiful and sweet and utterly terrible at times, but Izzy and Paris are so wonderful. Their friendship is amazing, the kind of friendship that people wish for. I think the best part about this book was that, of course, there were guys and relationships and love and all that junk, but it's mainly about a girl trying to find her way through life and trying to keep those that she loves afloat, as well. 

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Victoria L James is a teenage girl stuck in a thirty-something year-olds body. Living somewhere 'oop north' in England, she has had a strong passion for words and stories going as far back as she can remember, which she credits to her grandmother and her love of reading anything that was on sale and cheap from the local market stall. Never once did she think she would release a novel, though. At best, she thought her love of language and her ability to create stories in her mind would provide her with a 'get out of jail free' card whenever she messed up and her parents were mad at her during her teenage years... and when even that didn't work out, she thought she was pretty much done for.

When an opportunity presented itself for her to take a back seat from paid working life for a few years, she knew straight away that she had to try and write about a few of these worlds she'd come up with along the way, and quieten all the voices in her head without racking up a heavy psychiatry bill for the pleasure.

Wearing her heart on her sleeve and trying to lighten her friends’ and family’s lives with naff, and more often than not, badly timed, nineties jokes, she has yet to learn the art of knowing when to shut up. Which is another reason writing became a passion of hers. With pen and paper, there are no limits.

A firm believer in never quitting, with a ridiculous obsession for all things Rocky, she hopes that one day she writes a story that will inspire at least one person out there to keep on going if they're struggling. Other than that, she's just a regular old converse wearing, corona sipping, English version of Chandler Bing, who loves and adores her family more than life itself. Oh, and she also has two cats. Every writer has to mention their cats, right? Connect with her at the following links:


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Okay, I'm done. Go forth and grab this book. Read it. Savor it. Enjoy it.

Monday, October 13, 2014

It's That Time Again...

So, it's the middle of October. How did that happen? Seriously, didn't we just have summer vacation? Time is ridiculous.

Anyway, it's the middle of October. I've finished my first draft. I printed it out, I have all the materials I need to start editing, and it's just sitting on my couch, waiting for me. Well, I have news for that sweet little manuscript: it's going to have to wait a bit longer.

I move in exactly eighteen days. I've cleaned out some cupboards and my closet, but that doesn't amount to much. I haven't started packing anything (I don't even have boxes!), but that's about to change. I've made a schedule for me, starting this week, that deals with cleaning and packing and all those other pesky moving things. I won't be working on it all day, every day (OBVIOUSLY), but it does leave me little time to sit down and start editing. So, like I said before, it's going to have to wait a bit longer. How much longer? Well, how about three weeks?

Yes, three weeks.

This gives me plenty of time to pack, clean, and move, without the added hassle of carving time out of my schedule to edit. I don't want to rush it, and I don't want to make (too many) mistakes. It would be best for all involved (i.e., my manuscript and me) if I take some time off to get this apartment packed (plus my boyfriend's condo...YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW MANY SHIRTS THAT BOY HAS) and get moved into the new house.

You know what this means, right? Of course you do.

I'm taking a break from this blog (except for one post, and I'll get to that later). Not that I don't have time to write out a quick post or anything, but what am I supposed to talk about if I'm not writing? Tentatively, I'm still doing NaNo in November, so I'll be posting kind of frequently next month, but this month is done. It's over. I'm calling it. I have to be lame and be an adult, and that means being responsible (YUCK), so I'm stepping back for just three weeks. Twenty-one days. Then I'm back.

Except...I do have one little blog post that will be coming up the last week of this month. It's about this amazingly awesome book I read earlier this month and I'll be posting about it. When the time gets closer, I'll let everyone know, and hopefully it'll take the sting away of me being gone for awhile.

I'm going to end this before I embarrass myself further.

Monday, October 6, 2014

Three More Weeks

Warning: this is going to be a quick little update because my apartment needs to be cleaned and organized and packed in the next three weeks, and I've decided to take on four projects in my house at once because stress is a great motivator, right?

I don't know what I'm doing.

Anyway, let's get right to it: I didn't start editing this weekend. I spent my weekend in a house with no air conditioning when the temperatures outside were reaching triple digits and my allergies decided that this would be the best weekend to start acting up. Because, really, that's exactly what else I needed! So, I read a lot and stared at the wall a lot, but I couldn't bring myself to sit down in a quiet place and start editing. Just thinking about it made me tired, and I was already tired from not getting enough sleep! It sounds like I had a really rough weekend, and I really didn't. I played with two adorable dogs, hung out with my boyfriend, and only had to put on real people's clothing twice: once to get pizza, the other time to get donuts. I shouldn't be complaining, but my nose is still angry with me.

Honestly, I'm planning on getting started tonight. Once I make a Wal-Mart run and get supplies I need for my projects, everything else will fall into place. It's mainly just organizing and cleaning things out, but it seems like so much more. Once I stop typing this, I'm getting in the shower and I'm gone.

I guess all this means...sorry. I have nothing to update today! This month is going to be nuts and full of stress, but I'll try to do what I can with editing and all that. Also, next month is November, and that means NaNo! I think I'm going to do it this year, because I can't imagine not doing it, but we're busy on some weekends in November, so I'm going to have to really rely on the week if I want to write. I have an idea for a story, one that's been in my head for the last several years, so if it all happens to pan out this month, I think it'll be easy for me to get it going. Here's hoping!

Okay, I'm getting out of here before the tree limb that broke last night decides to have a friend join in and then my apartment is completely covered by sad tree limbs. I'll try to update during the week on Twitter or Instagram or Tumblr. Just to let you guys know that I'm working and doing things, and not just sitting on the couch watching The Vampire Diaries. Although, you know, I will be doing that at some point today. Let's be honest.

Friday, October 3, 2014

Stop Me If You've Heard This Before...

So. Friday. The end of the week. The beginning of the weekend. Nothing much happens on a Friday.

Okay, I'm not very good at being nonchalant, so I may as well just shout it out: I'm done! Finished! Other such synonyms that mean to be completed!

Yes, that's right, loyal readers, I finished writing. I actually finished on Tuesday, but then I was preparing stuff for work and moving and jobs and NaNo, so I kind of forgot to inform anyone about my amazing feat. So that's what I'm doing right now. I'm letting you all know that I'm absolutely amazing and I finished what I set out to do and I'm the greatest person in the entire universe.

Whoa, conceited much, right?

I have to be right now. Do you know what's sitting on my couch at this very moment? Sitting there, staring at me, waiting for me to go over there and acknowledge it? If you said my manuscript all bounded with highlighters and sticky notes sitting on top of it, you'd be right. Editing. The bane of my existence. It starts this weekend. I (sadly) might have this whole weekend to myself, and, if I do, there's no excuse for not beginning the editing process right away. If, however, I don't have the weekend to myself, I guess it could wait until Monday, right? Because Monday is when we do all those things we hate, all those things that we shoved off so we could enjoy our weekend.

In case you think I'm just being dramatic, I suggest you revisit my other posts on editing. Then you'll understand that my hatred for it runs deep.

Luckily, I won't have time to start editing after I finish writing this. I woke up this morning and realized that it's October 3rd. That date means nothing to me, but it does mean that I have exactly four weeks until I have to be out of my apartment. Four weeks sounds like a long time (a month!), but I'm one of those people that start to think about everything that needs to be done, then it snowballs into projects that will (in my mind) take days to complete, and I have to get started right away. Honestly, I could probably pack up my apartment and do everything I need to do in about two weeks, but I might as well get started earlier so I could be done earlier, right? That makes sense in the adult world, I'm guessing.

So now I'm off to clean out the rest of my cupboards and the closet (a project I started weeks ago and never really finished). The editing will have to wait! Darn.