Jun 19, 2017

music // my '17 summer beats

who's enjoying summer? try as i might, i'm still quite bitter about having to do school... i know i'll be thankful once senior year comes around and i won't have as much work to do. but ugh. x)

i put together my summer playlist this week! they're all such happy songs, it makes me want to dance and go on a road trip to NOWHERE! EEP! here it is, if y'all want to listen: (I will warn you, it's a huge happy mix of modern pop, rock, and oldies ;) enjoy and always stay awesome, man.

Jun 16, 2017

short random writings // Untitled (any suggestions on where I should go with this?)

Kayla wanted to cry. Not because she was upset or hurt or anything of the sort. But simply because crying seems to solve many of life’s problems, especially the ones that we do not completely understand. The ones we can’t entirely grasp as a “problem,” those awkward feelings of confusion and bewilderment. Those moments when we don’t know what to do with our emotions. But, as if all-- or at least most-- of the queer hurting is temporarily released from our bodies when we cry; clinging to the salty bulbs, and riding the length of our cheeks and dribbling down our chins. Gone, at least for a spell.

Soft yellow light illuminated the darkness of the tiny kitchen where she sat, her fingers nimbly touching her forehead. It had been an especially long day, and the last thing she needed was a stack of dinner dishes waiting. She sighed. So many dishes. Rising from her chair, she took slow steps across the faded tiles, crinkling her nose at the stench that the dishes greeted her with. “Just lovely,” she mumbled to herself as she grabbed the rubber gloves from the bottom shelf, and turned the water on, hoping there will be some hot water left over. Then as she picked up a plate,

“Are you talking to those spoons? Might want to try the tea cups-- they seem more responsive out of the bunch these days.”

The voice startled Kayla, making her jump with a sharp gasp, as she dropped the plate she had been rinsing and causing a clamber and splash that mortified her. Anger bloomed in her chest. She turned around to confront the ridiculous intruder that so rudely interrupted her silence, a scowl already shadowing her expression. But then, just as her pale olive eyes encountered her attacker, her heart dropped, leaving a burning feeling of desperation and loss. Her eyes. She was looking right into her eyes. She gasped again, unable to swallow enough air, unable to do anything.

“I know, it’s pretty ridiculous how them dishes have been acting lately. All snobby and stuck-up,” the man continued, shifting his weight left to right, his hands entering and exiting his pockets, eyes-- the eyes that she had seen so many times in the mirror-- wandering her expression. He waited for a response from Kayla, but she was incapable of speaking. She simply stood there, unaware of the hot water running over the greasy dishes.

He cleared his throat, his hands once again disappearing inside his pockets. “Well… I guess I’m going to have to break the ice, since you clearly have no idea what to make of my being here.” A grin tilted the left side of his mouth, and almost instantly lit up his pale eyes. “You know who I am, I think it’s pretty obvious. I mean, you look just like me-- albeit much prettier.” A nervous chuckle shook his small frame, and he shook his head. “I imagined this would be easier, but I guess you take after Samuel after all-- from what I've heard of him, he was a mellow fellow, not given to much talk.”

“Yes, he liked to sit quietly whenever Mum would shoot into one of her rants... But, you call him by his Christian name.” It was more of an accusation than a simple statement.

Unaffected by her reaction, the young man merely shrugged, sliding the toe of his shoe against the tiles. “I mean, I didn’t grow up with either of them, so I guess it just never became real for me... still doesn't really seem to fit into my reality.” His eyes met hers, and she found a sorrow that squeezed her soul. He then shrugged again, and they stood in awkward silence.

Finally coming to, she turned quickly back to the sink, turned off the running water that  was now cold as death, and removed her gloves. As if prompted by an unknown force, she looked back at the young man, and breathed out, “How can this be?” the question was so simple, and yet it left such a burning effect on her lips that she shivered. It was an odd inquiry, but anything else seemed unfit. “Is it... it is really you? After all those years, Mum thought... we all thought...”

Glancing quickly at his shoes, then back at Kayla, the man -- who now looked less like a man and more like a boy of sixteen years-- nodded his head of loose nut-brown curls. “Yeah,” was his simple answer. And yet, it seemed to fill Kayla with an emotion that had been held back for so long. She wasn’t even aware that her eyes had begun to water until the first tear leaked from the inner corner of her right eye. All of a sudden, as if that tear had started a whole rebellion against her nature, she let out a single squeak before she rushed across the floor and practically rammed into the boy before her, wrapping her arms tightly around his form-- his arms stuck to his sides. Now she was really crying, murmuring incoherent nonsense.

Although he did manage to catch one sentence out of all her blabbering:

“They were all lies, and you are really here, and now Mum and Dad will never know."

* * *
I know. This was... rough.

So cringey.

In fact, idek why I'm about to post it.

But anyways. I wrote the first paragraph as a start for a story I was going to write in the earlier part of last year (?), and I just found it in my virtual stack of old manuscripts last night, and decided it would be fun to write a little scene with it. (It's funny how when I find old writings, it's like seeing an old friend at the grocery store and I'm like, "how have you been all this time?" -- I'm not the only one, I swear...)

I literally have no idea what I'm doing with this, but I just wanted to show y'all. TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS. I will listen, I promise. :)

Should I write a backstory? idk what I'm doing.

Jun 13, 2017

cover reveal // lightporter (well I missed the memo, but SO STOKED)

Oh my goodness! How did I forget to post this?!?!?! WHAT IN THE WORLD. Okay. Just so you know, I'm SO sorry for posting this late... I feel like trash. I'm SORRY. 

What book already had the major cover reveal, but will have a mini one here on my humble blog?


I'm so stoked, man. Ever since first reading Twinepathy (read my review here [it's on my old Wordpress blog]!), I've been just waiting for the next book to come out. And now it's finally happening. Thank you so much for all your hard work, C.B. Cook, you bring me much happiness. :)

Now, for the big reveal.....

*dramatically majestic music*

*wait, is that Vader's theme song playing? *scowls**

*music cuts*

*the Eye of the Tiger blasts*

*yeaaa boi*

Twinepathy on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26793603-twinepathy
Twinepathy on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01HYQEK1C/
C.B. Cook’s Blog: http://www.theworldofthewriter.wordpress.com
C.B. Cook on Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/authorcbcook/
C.B. Cook on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13546187.C_B_Cook
IDIA Group Board on Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/authorcbcook/idia-group-board/

And there you have it, you check it out, and BE SURE to read Twinepathy, you WILL NOT regret it! I promise you. It's excellent. :) so amazing.

And I'm off, much loves xoxo

P.S. AGAIN I apologize for being such a bad promoter/blogger human. I cannot even. How did I forget to do this, I don't even know. So confused. So frustrated. Okay bye. 

Jun 7, 2017

random pictures // i need new friends and wayyyy more chocolate ASAP

literally just random pics from my phone
enjoy :)

// random number making me laugh //
(i never responded, but if i did, i would have said, 
"roses are red; violets are blue; idk your number, now i'm blocking you!") 

// spelling skillz on fleek //
(he was trying to show me how to spell "spaghetti")

// honestly david makes my actual heart smile //
(david from the "reckoners"... yea he's my smol bean)

// literally me and unfortunate boy-human //
(still haven't found my  assassin/ninja/rebel/cool-dude-with-a-cheek-dimple yet.. I WILL FIND YOU)

// when something bad happens followed by something good and your heart is so happy that you need to celebrate //
(won't tell you what happens, but duuuude read the "lost girl of astor street")

// strange conversation with a strange friend of mine //
(he claims he's my son, and apparently I'm a grandmother ??? do i even know life anymore)

just thought it would be fun to share this stuff with y'all :D 
what's the weirdest text you've gotten from a random number?
talk to mehhh !!!

Jun 3, 2017

update // random stuff + ben rector

Sup fam! Just wanted to pop in and show y'all a bit of what I've been up to. It's been busy this last week FINALLY finishing up school for the spring (then I'm just gonna jump into summer school this Monday *grumbles*), and I've been inhaling books as quickly as I can (which is like a crippled cantaloupe compared to some other readers *grumbles again*), and I've been working out more. I've always struggled with running (just mastered walking but shhhhh) so I've been working on my endurance because I'm like a pickle while running. UGH. Anyways. 

I've just discovered that I enjoy lineart! Art has always been my sister's thing, I created things and she drew things. But as I was scrolling through different art styles I really really really love, I challenged myself to try drawing something of the same affect and this is the outcome... 

What do y'all think? Have you tried lineart or watercolor before? Water color is harder than it looks.. but it's so fun, who even cares! 

  • I also feel obligated to tell y'all that I've been working on a story. No, I won't say anymore about it. I'm gonna wait till I have a set plan on it, I'm still kind of brainstorming (even though the characters are already alive and well, idk how they do it!). 
  • I've been listening to bEN REctoR (listening to him right now, as I type this) ASDLKFJSLKAJF. just. can. i. just. like. ohmyguac my soul my heart my souuuuul. it's /gone/ completely GONE. he stole it *cries hysterically* 

  • I finally read some books, I'll just write a big happy book post sometime *cough[maybe]cough* basically, here's the books I've been reading...

View on GR:

persuasion (audio-book)

  • finally finished reading the book of Psalms! And plan to read Proverbs through this month. I've never been able to finish either books because three verses were enough to pack a solid punch! But my goal is to read the entire Bible this year, and I can't do that by reading 3 verses a day... ;) 
"My flesh and my heart may fail, 
but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."
Psalms 73:26

"Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth;
keep the door of my lips."
Psalms 141:3

"Teach me to do thy will; 
for thou art my God:
thy spirit is good;
lead me into the land of uprightness."
Psalms 143:10

"He telleth the number of the stars;
he calleth them all by their names."
Psalms 147:4

And that's pretty much it! I am so stoked for summer, you guys you have NO IDEA :D Till next time... tally ho! xoxox


So, I had a piano lesson Tuesday.

I was letting my teacher inside the house, closed the front door, and right there on the wall was a tree frog! Now, mind you, I don't like frogs... I mean, idk I just don't like them ESPECIALLY in the house.

So, I stood there surprised for a couple seconds, and then I was like, "Uhhh... there's a lil frog dude here." Me and my teacher just stood there staring at it, looked at each other, then back at the frog. (she doesn't like frogs either) Finally, I decided that we couldn't just stand there lookin at it through the whole hour I was supposed to be having a piano lesson. "What should we do?" my teacher said. I told her maybe we should try throwing something at it, and hope it'll climb it's way towards the door, if he's smart (by this time, he had climbed a good foot over my head, adding to my discomfort). And coming a little closer to where he sat on the wall, I tossed a smol something at him.

And he just sat there. Absolutely content with the predicament, absolutely comfortable with where he sat. NO! why did he make this so difficult? Then my teacher said, "What if we set a container over him, then slid a lid to seal him inside, then let him go outside?" I got a tupper wear with its lid, walked over to the frog, and took a breath. *inhales* *exhales* Then I bravely slammed the tupper-wear over the frog, expecting him to throw a fit and become a wiggling sardine... but he still just SAT THERE! The blasted little creature!

Obviously he wasn't going to move, so then my teacher was like, "Here, why don't we just tape the container there until your brother comes home to take care of him?" And that's what we did, and for the next hour he sat inside the tupper-wear, tapped to the wall:

Don't judge us, I know I'm nothing but a dastard.. *covers face in shame* BUT WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO???? Let the thing hop around the house? (though it would have been GOLD to see my mother scream from seeing a frog in her cupboards hahahahaha)

Okay now I'm going bye!