Music Monday + Teaser Tuesday on a Wednesday

Because I really just fail. At everything. 

Music Monday:

I've really failed with Music Monday posts lately. I haven't posted any of the music I've been listening to while working on Faith When Falling in a long time, so here's just a sample of what I've been using to help me set certain scenes. 

1. Down With Me: X Ambassadors

2. One More Time: Marian Hill

3. Wash Away: Coasts

4. Ghost: Chelsea Lankes 

5. Bloodsport: Raleigh Ritchie

Teaser Tuesday

Just a quick update before the teaser. I only have like 10K more to write in Faith When Falling. I've been struggling lately to piece all the remaining sections together. I know exactly what to write, but the words are just not coming to me. It's extremely frustrating right now. I'M SO CLOSE TO FINISHING. It's driving me insane. 

In other words though, I saw the first draft for the cover and it's soooo pretty. I'm so excited to share it with all of you when it is officially finished. :) 

Also, for anyone wondering, this is a New Adult Contemporary Novel. 

This is unedited and subject to change before publication. 

“Gemmalynn,” he repeats my name. My stomach twists into knots at the sound of his voice.

“Why are you fighting this?” he asks when my eyes connect with him. “Me? What are you afraid of?”

Nothing this summer has turned out like I planned, and while I’m thankful for the break in the routine, I know what’s going to happen once this summer is over.

“Getting more scars,” I whisper, hoping that he’ll remember our earlier conversation. This is all moving so fast, but it’s getting hard to fight it…and I don’t know if I want to fight it anymore.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispers as his hand starts moving up my arm again, drawing swirling patterns until he reaches my shoulder. Goosebumps follow his touch. “You can trust me.”

“I don’t know if I can trust myself,” I lean forward just a little more, moving my hands from his back and resting them on his chest. My thumbs moves across his skin, and from beneath my palm, I can feel his heart beating just as crazily as mine.

“What does that mean?” His hand glides up until it’s pressed against the side of my neck, his thumb moving across my jawline. I tilt my head up just a little more, but my gaze shifts to the hand on his chest. A low breath escapes my lips as he touches me, and an unfamiliar lightness pushes its way into my mind, clouding my thoughts.

“I don’t know,” I mumble as his other hand moves to my waist. I exhale loudly this time when he presses his entire palm against the small of my back, causing me to arch my back slightly and press even closer to him. “I can’t think straight when you touch me.”

“Then don’t think.”

 

Again, sorry for failing so much with my teasers. I do start classes again on Monday, but I promise I will try harder to remain consistent from now on! 

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Embrace Your Weirdness

This isn't writing related, but I found this video today and it made me think about some things. (This does have some language, so don't watch it if that bothers you.)

I am weird. If any of you know me personally, you can probably agree to that. I asked my family to explain to me why I'm weird, and all they said was, "I don't know. You just are."

Here are some of the examples of my weirdness that we came up with:

1. I talk to myself more than anyone else. I'm a little antisocial. Sometimes I'll look at the clock on my phone at night and realize that I haven't spoken a single word to another human being at all that day. I'm enough company for myself though.
2. I think I'm the funniest person to have ever walked on this Earth. I'm not, but I make myself laugh all the time.
3. Puns are the greatest grammar related gifts. I love them so much. If you use a pun around me, I just might fall in love with you. You've been warned.
4. I fangirl so hard, I cry sometimes. Like literal tears will stream down my face if I start fangirling. It's not a pretty sight.
5. I have the weirdest obsession with Josh Groban. I don't know why, but I wanna marry him. Darn Kat Dennings. 
6. I often stutter on "I--" when I get excited. I went to speech therapy for that when I was younger. It didn't help.
7. I love playing Call of Duty, but I hate violence. I am also awful at Call of Duty, but that's not going to stop me. 
8. I have to fold pieces of paper into smaller shapes. Receipts, straw wrappers, coupons, etc. Anytime there is a piece of paper in front of me, I have a strong urge to fold it. Basically, don't let me have any important documents. 
9. I can't eat anything if I don't have a napkin. 
10. I eat chips and other finger foods with a fork or spoon because I don't like it when my hands get greasy (that's why I have to eat with a napkin.) Along these lines, I have trouble eating in public because I have a fear that everyone is watching me.
11. I literally can't push a shopping cart. I don't know why, but I just can't push one. I always grab a basket even if I get so much food that it feels like my arms are about to fall off.
12. I have to know current events. I love reading news articles. AND THE WEATHER. I love knowing the weather. I'm the girl you come to if you need to know the weather for the day...or week...or the Farmer's Almanac predictions for the upcoming months.
13. I can't eat cereal with milk. I don't know. Milk is weird to me...like who decided to pull on a cow's udder and then drink what came out of it?!
14. I love trees....like I love them. I feel so at peace when I'm surrounded by trees. I recently went to Maine and it took everything in me not to hug every single tree I passed. You can learn so much about the environment from just one tree. I know way too much information about trees. Don't get me started. 
15. I create these stupid little songs for almost everything I do. I get uncomfortable with silence. I need some sort of background noise or I will spaz out. Like I'll start singing, "I'm walking down the road. Look at me walking down the road. Oh, there's a man staring at me, so I should stop singing. I'm not crazy, I promise," while I'm walking down the road. I don't know why I do it. 

Anyway, the point of all of that is that I am weird.

I spent much of my life caring about what others thought about me. I was afraid to express certain thoughts and emotions for fear of being judged. I wasn't happy. It took me 21 years to realize that I actually don't care what any of them think. Why should I? They don't know me and will probably never take the time to actually get to know me. 

I can keep going on about how no matter what you do in life, there will always be someone to judge you, but I think everyone already knows that. My point for this blog post isn't to make you all think I'm weird, but to show you that it's okay to be a little weird. I love what I'm doing right now, and where I currently am because I stopped caring so much. Life may suck right now, but someday you'll see that everything you are going through made you who you are: and that is a complete weirdo. An awesome, freaking-fantastic weirdo. As mentioned in that video, that weirdness may get you somewhere in life. It'll make you stand you. It makes you unique. Someday, you'll see that you're surrounded by other weirdos who love you just the way you are. Embrace your inner weirdness and let it shine. Be who you are, not what anyone else thinks you should be. You'll be much happier in the long run. 

Let's start a weird circle. What are some of your weird quirks? What makes you shine? Share with me :)

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Faith When Falling: Teaser Tuesday

I know this post is a little later than expected, but hey, at least it is still Tuesday! We had a guy over earlier today hooking up our cable and internet, and then I've been doing laundry all day to prepare for my road trip later this week! I'm hoping I'll still have internet access while away so I can write and still post next week!

Anyway, here is the Faith When Falling teaser for this week:

This is unedited and subject to change before publication.

“Welcome back,” a man’s voice speaks from the corner of the room, causing me to jump up. Metal clangs through the room with my movement, and I’m thrown forward instead of backward like I wanted. Handcuffs are snapped onto my wrists and wrapped around a large supporting pole in the middle of the room keeping me from moving too far away. I’m trapped. My legs give way as my body collapses to the ground, landing with a hard thud against my left side. The floor, walls, and ceiling all blend together as everything starts to spin.

There always comes a moment in life when the thread separating the expected and unexpected snaps and everything starts to go haywire. Organized plans start to scatter throughout the foundation, weakening the structure of years, possibly decades, of work. Order and form break through their locked enclosures and flee through the nearest window, sending jagged shards of disarray flying in all directions and inviting in chaos like a welcomed friend. Surprise strolls through the front door, casually lingers in the corner, and waits for it’s moment of glory—for the precise moment to strike during the deafening war happening while the expected and unexpected fight for control again.

This was one of those moments.

Thoughts? I haven't gotten many comments on the previous teasers, so let me know what you think. Also, don't forget to follow the Faith When Falling Pinterest Page to see some of the inspiration for this book! 

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