Monday, February 25, 2019

The Update That Was a Long Time Coming

Hello everyone! Long time no see!

I was actually ahead of my homework (for the first time in my life), and I thought I would take the time to write a blog post! So, here's some encouragement to my fellow strugglers who are struggling to get through life. Whether you skipped the college thing and are working full time or several part time jobs; whether you’re a newlywed or a young parent or a pet parent; whether you’re in school and only making those deadlines by the power of God, coffee, and Sparknotes; whether you're 13 and wondering when you will finally be treated like a grown-up; whether you’re thirty-something and wondering why you’re not in the same place as your peers--it’s alright to be in a different place than everyone else.

I started college as an almost 21-year-old, and I’m going to be graduating next year as 25-year-old. I've been something like an RA at my dorm for the past three years, and constantly being surrounded by 18- and 19-year-old kids simultaneously makes me feel younger and serves as a reminder of my ever-increasing age. I’m not getting any younger, and my goals aren’t going to accomplish themselves! But sometimes, it’s okay that things aren’t happening when you planned for them to.

My plans have constantly been in flux, changing with my whims (and changing in no small part because God’s plans were different than mine). One time I imagined I was ready for marriage and kids at 16. Another time, I wanted to be a published career author at 18. Once college kicked in, however, everything got put on hold. I have to constantly remind myself that college is my training ground for my goal of being a career author. I can’t write books until I know how to write to the best of my abilities; I can’t write books until I know how to read the books my predecessors have written before me.

For those of you who need the encouragement, just because you feel like you’re at a standstill doesn’t mean you aren’t going anywhere. In war, the troops aren’t constantly pushing forward to the enemy lines. There are times of respite, tactical retreats, and strategizing. In sports, you don't run 24/7 or else your body will break down--you have to take breaks and train. But that doesn't mean you're doing nothing. Be at peace with where you are, enjoy the time you have in that place. Enjoy your little toddler while they still need your hand to help them walk. Enjoy the time while you’re single, free from being beholden to anyone else, free to make those midnight runs to Walmart and McDonald’s on a whim. Enjoy being a kid and being able to read and write as much as you want without having to work. Enjoy the lectures and classes and the homework, learning while you can and have the time to do so. Life catches up on you quicker than you think, and you’ll miss these times when they’re gone.

For the person who feels stuck, like this isn’t a training ground but actually a mire, try to change that. Do something, change things up, little by little. Make a practical and manageable game plan in order to achieve your goals, and be disciplined. If you want to become a writer, start writing a little bit every day. Write 100 words (there are tons of themed challenges like these), write fan fiction, write poems, write original work, write on a whim, and write when you don’t want to. Writing is just like any other muscle in a workout or in sports: it needs to be used regularly, or else it’ll never become better and stronger.

I hope this is encouraging! If not and it was just boring, I promise more writerly stuff is coming (even if it’s coming very slowly)! If there’s anything you’d like to hear from me about writing or reading (or fairy tales), please leave comments with your requests! I will do my best to comply.

With the hope that college won’t steal more of my time and I’ll be back soon, 

‘til next time!

In Christ,
Camryn

Monday, October 10, 2016

Background of The Spinner and the Slipper



First off, I’d like to thank all my readers for your overwhelming support and wonderful reviews you’ve written. It’s been a while; I’ve been busy with school, family and such. This whole experience has been so strange. I’m still me and I don’t feel any different than before the book got published. So, even though so much has changed, it hasn’t. How’s that for a paradox? ;P

I didn’t think my little story would do this well. Honestly, I’d written it off as a failed draft that needed extreme polishing (which it did), but that it didn’t have much hope of being published. I have other stories in the works that, in my opinion, had more promise. But I still love this story. It's a sort of magic to me.

Rumpelstiltskin has always intrigued me, ever since the first time I read about that creepy old man got mad at the queen for guessing his name and tore himself in two. Talk about a visual that stays with you, especially as a kid! Later on, as I grew up and my love for fairy tales flourished, something didn’t quite fit in the Rumpelstiltskin story. Why would a random old man with magic powers want to help a helpless miller’s daughter? Furthermore, why would he give her a chance to guess his name, then act like a fool, dancing around a fire singing his name? (For those of you unfamiliar with the original story, it’s quite interesting and definitely worth visiting your local library to check out!) No, it just didn’t fit.

Now, I’ve always been fond of fan fictions (I’ve written quite a few myself), and nothing’s out of bounds, not even fairy tales. So, what happens when Rumpelstiltskin is a young man? Well, that changes everything. A beautiful young girl in distress, in need of magical help, would be right up his alley. Why, he would only ask her for trifles in return for his help. Then he’d ask for something which may seem creepy at first, but would actually be the sweetest way of declaring his feelings—he’d ask for her first born child… because he wants to marry her. That sounds like a story worth writing, doesn’t it? I thought so, anyway. ^_^

The Spinner and the Slipper was actually for a Cinderella retelling contest. That was where the pattern-seeking came in handy. Rumpelstiltskin had three days of spinning, Cinderella had three nights of the ball. Magic golden thread, magic glass slipper. Mysterious magical figures helping the heroines in distress. Heroine ends up with a royal. Mmm… that last bit had to go. But the rest of it was perfectly aligned! Obviously, what I originally wrote had to be heavily edited before it became the final product you all have read, but the heart of it is there. :) If memory serves, I actually wrote that original story in a month. I’d had another story planned, then ditched it at the last moment and wrote this story instead. It involved intense research at the library and reading any book involving Rumpelstiltskin I could get my hands on. Once Upon A Time was decidedly avoided, though I enjoy the show. Haha!

In the end, I had a green-eyed faerie in love with a simple miller’s daughter. That was three years ago, actually. So much has changed since then, and I just can’t get over it. I can’t thank Rooglewood Press enough for giving me this opportunity, too. Without them, none of this could have happened (especially not that beautiful cover! It’s gorgeous, right?).

I recently received a letter from three girls who read my book, Q, C, and M. It was so inspiring, and it made everything worth it—every word and second. My goal, ever since I was eleven, was to write books that a mom wouldn’t have to worry about handing her kids without having to read it first. I hope I’ve done that for you guys. ^_^ Thank you for all your support and kind words. It’s meant the world to me.

Til next time!

In Christ,
Camryn

Monday, May 16, 2016

A Poem written in Class



or, subtitle, "Slacking off in class when inspiration strikes."

I was listening to my professor in Western Civilization II (really, I was listening!), and we were learning about World War II, particularly about D-Day.
So, what does this writer do? She writes a poem. Isn’t that what you guys do? I was taking notes, too, I swear! But anyway, I thought you all would like to read it. 


American Soldier (D-Day)
I am a wave
I carried you
far from your homeland shore
I carried you
within a boat
to take you off to war
I am a wave

I am a wave
I toss and churn
to keep you from your fruitless task
I toss and churn
I roll your boat
to keep you from your death
I am a wave

I am a wave
I carry news
of victory well known
I carry news
of conquerors
to those who wait at home. 
I carry news

I am a wave
 a wave that rolls
the soft and wayward back
a wave that rolls
with salty tears
how sorrowf’lly I trek
I am a wave

I am the wave
who carries you
back to your homeland shore
I carry you
to loved one’s arms
who will kiss you no more
I am the wave



I don't think it's finished yet, but we'll see. And if you read it backwards, line by line, it still kind of makes sense. That's why I didn't put the punctuation in--I didn't want that to be an inhibitor.

I hope you enjoyed it! 

In Christ,

Camryn