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CONTEST UPDATE: 88 More To GO!!

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So, I woke up this morning to find that 12 of you wonderful people have come together to download a FREE copy of my book. That is such an amazing feeling and I can’t thank you all enough for all those who are sharing, reviewing, or reposting to help us get to the goal of being on the publishing list. I hope that we can keep this going and reach 0 before October 30 as there are already so many people close to the finish line already. But I’m keeping my hopes up and my head held high – because even if I don’t win I know I have a readership that has my back and that is a wonderful thing to know.

HERE IS THE LINK TO BRING YOU TO THE CONTEST PAGE

Anyways, hugs and loves to you all for helping me out. If we do win I will have to figure out a way to repay all of you for getting use to this goal. Any suggestions? XD

I’ll keep you all updated on what is going on when there is something to update but until next time – toodles! o^.^o

Thinking Thursdays: Teach Social Innovation/ Change

I remember when I first heard the word non-profit.

I was around six years old and we were given a box to wear around our necks at Halloween to collect change while we trick-or-treated. Most people gave us pennies (when pennies were still around), or didn’t give change at all.

The second time I heard about non-profit was when I was eight. We were doing a pop tab drive, collecting the tabs to make wheelchairs for kids that could afford them and bikes for kids in third world countries.

As a kid it felt good to be part of something that was created social change in some way. Those pop tabs I collected or those pennies I was given would lead to helping someone I never knew and would likely never meet. On my own time I looked into what these programs were and what they did. I kept reading the word non-profit on their websites, alongside the list of their values, mission statements, and vision – but never did I learn about what they were from schools.

Later on in high school when we all think we are smarter than our teachers and we start realising the world isn’t this shiny, perfect place like our parents would have a believe my opinion changed about non-profits. For a short time – mostly from wanting to be liked among my peers – my opinion about non-profits were that all they wanted was money. They weren’t really helping people like they said they were. They are frauds. They are money hungry. They don’t do anything.

I now know – at 25 years of age – that my teenage self was stupid.

The world was not just black and white – that indeed there were these grey sections trying to tip the scale to better the lives of those in poverty, abuse, war. That there were people in the world that realised how much it sucked and were trying to make our future and the future for others better than the last.

I don’t blame my younger, ignorant self for think what she thought. There was computers where I could explore my ideas further, or libraries filled with books that could have corrected my opinion. I had teachers that ran clubs in our school focused towards social justice but there was never a class nor a lesson that covered what those words actually meant. At an age between 13-18 you feel like you can’t make a difference but if you were given a chance to help the world – even if it’s collecting pop tabs – they may have a different opinion of the world.

So, this is what I propose.

At the young age of six get your children involved with a world issue – environment, social… etc. – let them learn first hand about how one person can effect the balance.

At an older age teach them about non-profits or other charitable organisations in the world. For Canada, teach the history of social change and innovation by telling the events that took place in the 80s where Canadians came together and saved South Moresby, BC from deforestation. Show them that there can be light in a world so filled with terrible events, fears, and death.

But most of all, teach your kids that there is always hope. That by taking the paths before them that they have choices that could effect the world. That if they knew more about how to change the world, than maybe one day we will live in a better one.

Anyways, that’s all I have to say. Do you agree or disagree with my rant? Let me know in the comments below, and until next time have fun, stay safe, and change the world for the better. 🙂

If you are interested in learning more about non-profit and charity I suggest the best place to start is watching this video from TEDTalk. It has helped me open my mind and question what we’re doing in this world.

 

They were supposed to be safe

They were supposed to be safe.
The one place we could be us. Where we could hold hands and kiss without glares or unwarranted stares. The place where we could love openly without cruel whispers from those that judge us without even knowing who we are. A place we could dance without fear of being escorted out by security because ‘two boys dancing that close isn’t right’.
They were supposed to be safe.
The one place we didn’t have to think about the world outside; where we walk down the streets dodging physical assaults and insults like grenades. Where our younger selves hid because we didn’t know how our families would react to ‘loving wrong’. And when we did free ourselves from our own chains, afraid of who we would lose, we soon discovered who our true allies were in this world and where we asked ourselves why we didn’t come out sooner…
They were supposed to be safe.
A place where we could find like-minded people to grow our circle of friends and find someone that sees the true us. The real us. To love those we love not because ‘we want to hurt you’. Not because ‘it’s a phase’ but because love is love is love is love.
They were supposed to be safe.
So, when the place we feel safe – our church, our school, our home – is blown apart by the fears we try to lock out we feel a wave of fear, anger, loss wash over our community. With loss we come together and do what we’ve always done. We listen, love, and support one another and teach the world we are strong because when they see us united the world will change for the better.

Quote: Desire to Write Grows…

 

I love this quote because I believe it is true. When I first began to get into writing was around 14 years of age. I hated anything to do with English at that time, because schools just don’t know how to get kids engaged in regards to language studies…

Anyway that’s another rant for another time.

At first when I started writing I found it a chore, but as I continued on my mission to – at the time – make the best book ever, my desire to write grew. Soon I found myself writing every day – morning, afternoon, evening and even sometimes through the night. As I continued to write so did this strange need or desire to write.

Now, I’m twenty-four years old and can’t go a day without writing. It is my release, my passion and my therapy. All my emotions and creative ideas grow in my garden that is made up of Word Docs or notebooks.

That is another reason I have this blog. To give me a way to write, and let out what I am thinking to the world while keeping my mind busy with expression and creative thought. I get to meet like-minded people and gods it is awesome when I talk with some of you because then I know I am not alone in the world feeling this way.

Writing has grown into a passion for me when I never thought it would when I was younger, because I did at first force myself to write.

Don’t give up and keep trucking through. You’ll find your passion for something if you stick with it.

Only Fear

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All my life I’ve been afraid.

I was afraid of the dark. I was afraid of disappointing my parents. I was afraid of the kids in my school, and afraid of what my teachers thought of me.

I was afraid of the future. I was afraid of my actions leading to trouble.

I was afraid to be me.

For most of my life I was afraid. For most of my life I didn’t take chances, or make certain choices because I was afraid what would happen.

I stayed safe. I went unnoticed and I was okay with that. Going unnoticed meant I wasn’t doing anything that would call for punishment.

Now, don’t take all of this as I had a terrible childhood. I wasn’t abused or neglected. Heck, I had a great childhood with wonderful parents who did all they could to see me succeed in this world. I was lucky, I know that. But, with all the support I had and love I had… I was still afraid.

I was mostly afraid of what people would think of me, if I was wanting to be myself.

The closest thing I had to being able to show myself was writing. I could create situations I would not be judged in. I would make my characters do things that might not have been considered the social norm. They didn’t get judge. They were not afraid.

That’s when I realized that I needed to change how I was.

There was a world around me to explore and chances I could take that would either end well or not so well.

The world had no right to judge me… because it knew nothing about me.

It took 24 years and a quarter life crisis to make me realize that everything I had been afraid of was made up in my own mind. My scum-bag brain had created situations that never would happen. The voices I believed were from those around me, was my own.

As soon as I realized that, it was like a weight lifted off my shoulders. The world opened up to me, and hell… for a moment it made me feel unstoppable.

I want to publish a book now more than I ever had before, because that’s what I want to do. I don’t want to be afraid any more.

All I want to fear from this day forward is fear itself.

…Let’s see how I do… XD

“If you don’t see the book you want on the shelf, write it.” – Beverly Cleary

So, here I am. First post on my new blog in hopes to capture some of you peoples’ attention.

Firstly, I am not a writer. Well, I am in some sense of the word. I write. I enjoy the act of writing, and I spend a good portion of my time with a pen in my hand scribbling down whatever nonsense erupts from my imagination.

Maybe I should say, I am not a professional writer. I don’t write to make a living. I don’t write to make money from selling articles or posting on this blog. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to (I just haven’t gotten there yet).

In truth, ever since I could remember I wanted to be a writer. I dreamed of people reading my novel and was thrilled to hear comments about my work. Of course it wasn’t always like that.

When I was much younger I hated the act of having to write and read. I saw no point and didn’t believe it could change my point of view, or help me in any way. It was only once I was in grade 8 that I took up the challenge.

You see, I’m a stubborn person and at that time a stubborn child. When I didn’t want to do something I wouldn’t do it. I had to choose to do it. And so, this leads back to the quote in the title.

“If you don’t see the book you want on the shelf, write it.”

The books we were forced to read in class were not interesting to me. The books in the library were boring. It actually turned out I didn’t have a learning disability… I actually could read. I could read better than most of the children my age, but there was nothing around me to interest me. Until I happened across the Jean Auel Series. I loved those books, but sadly the last book of the series ended *cough* badly… and so I took the challenge to write a book that had a better ending.

‘How could that be hard? Writing a book is totally easy,” said my teenage brain.

I replaced my obsession with reading that series for a pencil and from that moment on I didn’t stop.

No really I didn’t. I had teachers taking my notebook away from me in classes, and banning me from writing unless it was in regards to class work. My parents even had to check on me to make sure I would sleep and not hide under my covers writing with a flashlight under the sheets…

Grade 8 was the year I gave way to my imagination and created a world that felt as real to me as the keyboard I’m typing on. I could imagine the smell of the forest, the sounds of the birds and the height of the buildings. The world grew with me, along with my characters and their adventures until this year.

This year was the year I decided I would stop writing short stories. Stop writing snippets never to be seen by others. This year I decided I wanted to share my world with others.

If you don’t see the book you want on the shelf, write it.

And that is what I’m going to do.

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