Weekly Wrap-Up #20

Time for a weekly wrap-up! And not just any wrap-up. This is my 20th! 5 months!

I actually started blogging well before then, but I think this is a huge milestone.

It is about two weeks until my blogoversary, by the way, which means I will be getting my own domain, a new name, and hopefully the Book Blogger Plug In from Book Host. Name wise, I have three votes to stay the same and four for both others. If you haven’t voted for your favorite name yet, do so here. It will be open for another week.

Anyway, what did I do this week?

  1. Science fair really heated up. And by “heated up” I mean it started. I am very busy with it and also quite nervous. I’m aiming to get the Water Project Prize at the county competition [I’m doing desalination], and there is only one. I will start testing this week. I may not post as much, by the way.
  2. Choir started up again! As you may have known, I was in a choir last semester. It has started again for this semester, and I’m really excited for the songs. We’re not doing religious ones [thank goodness!] but really fun pieces. We also might do one from “The Sound of Music”, “RENT”, and a pop song. [Some people suggested “Shake It Off.” :)] I’m going to be learning two new languages to sing: some language I can’t pronounce XD and Hawaiian. For the Hawaiian piece, we’re singing “Hawaiian Rollercoaster Ride.” My mom sang that in her choir a couple years ago, and I loved it! My choir is also going to be singing at Great America, which will be a blast.
  3. I got my report card. And I didn’t fail any classes. But I didn’t do great, either. My best subjects were science and humanities [aka social studies]. I barely got through design and did okay in math. PE was better than I thought, English was alright, and Performing Arts was fine. So everything is okay. My worst grade was a five [aka an A- or B+].
  4. I got new clothes! Shirts, to be specific. I got some really awesome clothes that will probably pop up on Twitter soon. XD
  5. It is extremely hard to get motivated to write. I am struggling with motivation with my new novel. Once I get started, I usually write until I have to leave, but it’s the getting there part that is hard. I also have found that I don’t have a lot of time. Betas: It is on Figment. Please comment!

Before we get  on to what I posted, I want to thank Evi again for her amazing post on Friday. Everyone seemed to love it, and one woman said, “What a remarkable article that truly captures what a Girl Scout is all about! I can’t wait to share it with my friends! Thank you!”

Speaking of FF, do you have any ideas for what I should post about next week? Tell me in the comments below, please. :)

What I posted this week:

On Sunday, I reviewed two of Stephanie Perkins’s books and loved them.

On Tuesday, I introduced my reading challenges for 2015 and elaborated on going self-hosted.

On Thursday, I reviewed Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor.

On Friday, I had a guest post done by Evi for Feminist Fridays #3.


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Tyler Oakley is the queen.

I hope you had a fabulous week. Ideas for Feminism Fridays? Tell me in the comments below. DFTBA.

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Weekly Wrap-Up #19

Hey, everyone! It’s time for another weekly wrap-up…

What did I do this week?

  1. I went back to school. Which, surprisingly, wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I do miss sleeping in and blogging in the morning, though.
  2. I worked on my novel a lot. I have almost 5k! I’m so happy. To my betas: I shall put it on Figment today [probably]. I will try to finish the second chapter today, too.
  3. I watched “Annie”! It was adorable. You should go see it. Like, right now. Go.
  4. I finished Lola and the Boy Next Door. I had my doubts at the beginning, but… I LOVED IT. The premise of Isla isn’t very promising, though. I totally shipped Rashmi and Josh!

What I posted this week:

On Sunday, I revealed my new novel.

On Monday, I participated in My Hero Monday.

On Tuesday, I showed my new bookies and bookshelves.

On Wednesday, I reviewed Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins.

On Thursday, I did the Beautiful People linkup.

On Friday, I discussed Emma Watson’s speech at the UN for Feminism Fridays #2.

OMG! I posted every day of the week. *dies*


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So. Funny.

Have a fabulous day and DFTBA.

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Weekly Wrap-Up #18

Hello, everyone, it’s time for another weekly wrap-up! Also quick reminder, if you haven’t signed up for My Hero Monday for this month, you can do so in the comment section of this post. Signups are open through Sunday.

So, what did I do this week?

  1. I watched 4 movies. This is really unusual for me and my family, because we usually only watch one movie per week, but it was break, my cousins were here, we went to a sleepover, so yeah. I watched “I Was a Male War Bride” with my grandparents, cousin, and aunt. It’s a really funny classic about this guy who has to pretend to be a war bride, except he’s a man, not a woman. I also watched “The Maze Runner” finally and OH MY GOD it was terrifying. I imagined the Grievers to be blubbery, butter-shaped cows with needles sticking out of them. But they are actually freaking spiders with metal pieces??? “The Scorch Trials” is going to be disgusting and scary x10. I also watched two Star Trek movies. I watched “Star Trek”, the one made in 2009, at a sleepover, and “The Voyage Home” last night with my dad and sister. Both were awesome!
  2. I had a sleepover on New Year’s Eve. That was when I watched “Star Trek.” It was really fun and we stayed up till one in the morning. ;)
  3. I began plotting a new novel. Yes, PLOTTING. OUTLINING. I made a graph of the chapters, sat down, and freaked out. I felt like I couldn’t plan each little chapter. It was terrifying. But I did it. :) I am so proud of myself. So you will learn more about it…soon.
  4. I ordered five books from Amazon. So psyched!!! Be on the lookout for a Book Haul post soon.

That’s it!

What I posted this week:

On Tuesday, I said goodbye to 2014.

On Thursday, I reviewed Four by Veronica Roth. It was a bad review. And I am sorry. And I also told you why I am discontinuing Starlight.

On Friday, I did my first Feminist Friday and posted the signup for MHM.


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Actually, it was my only GIF…

Have a wonderful day, my lovelies!

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Weekly Wrap-Up #17

Another week has gone by.

And I’m on an island! We just got here by ferry today and it has been really awesome so far. I’ve seen a bunch of cute houses, eaten a giant ice cream cone, and been a tourist for a few hours.

So what did I do this week?

  1. Christmas! Christmas is one of my favorite holidays, and it was really fun. I visited with my dad’s side of the family. I saw my grandparents [who are unfortunately not doing very well], my two uncles, one of my uncles’ girlfriend, and my cousin. We ate a lot and watched TV and fun stuff like that. :)
  2. I finished TWO books this week. Usually I have about one book review per week, but this time I have two! [Thank you to my uncle, Jerry, for letting me use the internet from his phone for one of my book reviews.]

I had a pretty low-key week, I guess. Besides Christmas, of course. ;)

What I posted this week:

On Monday, I did the TBR Tag.

On Tuesday, I reviewed The Bane Chronicles by Cassandra Clare, Sarah Rees Brennan, and Maureen Johnson.

On Wednesday, I participated in the Heroine Tag.

On Thursday, I wished you a very merry Christmas.

On Friday, I reviewed Looking for Alaska by John Green.


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I’m sorry if I haven’t replied to your comment on one of my posts yet. I will do so shortly. Have a lovely day/night!

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Weekly Wrap-Up #16

It’s time for another wrap-up of the week!

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What happened this week:

  1. School’s out! We have 17 days of break. 1. 7. It’s crazy!!! I will miss my friends, but I am glad to have a vacation. I am still waiting for my report card, though, and am a bit nervous.
  2. I got Twitter last weekend! If you still haven’t followed me, go do so right now. My username is @revelinginwords. :D
  3. #TwitterYuleBall2014 is today. [So it hasn’t happened yet, but still.] I am so excited!!! I am going single as a pringle, and shall be dancing with Dumbledore and one of my other singles Twitter friends.

What I posted this week:

On Sunday, I reviewed Pretties by Scott Westerfield.

On Monday, I put some mores stuff out about Starlight and introduced you to #TwitterYuleBall2014.

On Wednesday, I analyzed survey data.

On Friday, I showed you the books I bought and discussed shopping habits.


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I hope you have a fantabulous day, and I will blog again soon.

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Weekly Wrap-Up #15|100 FOLLOWERS!!!


Be prepared for lots of flailing and caps.

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Instead of doing a giveaway or something cool like that [sorry!], I’m going to give you a long post about how happy I am. And thankful. And excited. And ecstatic.

I have only been blogging since February. That’s only, like, 10 1/2 months. I now have 100 followers. This is madness! I remember when it was just Sam and my grandma reading my blog, and I was excited to have TEN followers. But those times are over. I now have 100 followers. IT’S STILL SINKING IN.

Thank you to everyone who has followed and commented and liked my posts. I’m so thankful for this wonderful community of crazy, fangirling book bloggers. You make my day every day; I’ve found some of my best friends here.

Thank you to Evi for being the bestest online friend ever.

Thank you to Sam for being my inspiration.

Thank you to Emily for posting the funniest content.

Thank you to Cait for being the blogger I strive to be.

And everyone else who has helped me on this journey: thank you. You may know who you are, or you may not. But if you have followed my blog and are reading this right now, you have helped. You have made me feel happy and loved and fulfilled.

You guys are the ones who understand me the most, I think. You know my insane, fangirl, bookish side, the side I want to stand out. I can fangirl with you. I can flail with you. I can NaNoWriMo with you past midnight. You make my crappiest days brighter and life a little more worth it.

This is turning very sappy.

Even though I’m not hosting a giveaway or whatever, I still want to do something special. I think it’s time I got Bloglovin’, don’t you think? So, voila! I did it. Here is the link they gave me: <a href=”http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/13286883/?claim=pwxnuedchjg”>Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a> It’s just a confirmation code. Once I have the button up, you can follow me on Bloglovin’, too. Also, please please please don’t unfollow me. It is not very nice. :(

Here everybody, eat virtual cake. Hugs, kisses, love you all!

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So what happened this week, anyway? [Besides 100 followers, I mean.]

  1. I finished my last big project! Woo-hoo. I delivered my monologue yesterday, and I think I did a good job. Now I just have to freak out about my grades. Which are not the best so far.
  2. It rained a whole heck of a lot. I didn’t wear mascara all week because it rained so much! Some schools were cancelled on Thursday because there was this whole storm and stuff, but our wasn’t. They did have to postpone Arts Night, though. [Arts Night is a performance night when all the classes that had performing arts class put on their plays.]
  3. We did wreath-making yesterday. It was okay, but since my parents never check their email, *cough* I didn’t know to bring a wreath-thingy. But we ate food. So that was good.
  4. I don’t really know. It was a pretty average week.
  5. Oh! My sister had her orchestra performance. So, back in the spring, I might have posted about being in an orchestra [I played violin]. But I quit and am now in a choir. My sister is still in orchestra, though, so she had her concert. I helpe sell tickets and shirts, which was really fun.

On Sunday, I reviewed and flailed about Paper Towns John Green.

On Monday, I participated in the Beautiful Books Linkup #3.

On Wednesday, I did the Book Blog Reflections Linkup.

On Thursday, I created a blog survey to see how you people like my blog. If you haven’t filled that out, please do so ASAP.

On Friday, I shared some stuff about my new novel.

What a fun week.


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Thank you so much, again, for 100 followers. Remember to follow me on Bloglovin’!


Weekly Wrap-Up #14


Another week has gone by. Maybe too fast.

  1. NaNoWriMo ended. And I won. :) Congrats to everyone who met their word count! If you didn’t make it, that’s okay, too. At least you have part of a novel, right? So keep on writing, and those who have a finished novel: edit.
  2. School started back up. And projects! And homework! Yay.
  3. I had my choir concert. It went really well and was really fun. I’ll be starting choir again in January.

And I posted…

On Sunday, I wrapped up NaNoWriMo and shared the last excerpt from Bloggish.

On Tuesday, I did the A-Z Book Tag.

On Thursday, I shared with you the books I bought, updated you on my life, and previewed my revisions for Bloggish.

On Friday, I began Christmas celebrations!

My favorite GIF from this week [I totally didn’t steal this from The Loony Teen Writer…]:

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Look out for a review of Paper Towns and Beautiful Books linkup. Have a fantabulous weekend. :)


Weekly Wrap Up #13|The Finale of NaNoWriMo

Happy Sunday!

Hey, you. Yes, you. Right there. Guess what? I won NaNoWriMo! With an ending total of 40k, I won. So I will be posting the winner’s badge in the widget section. I was up pretty late last night because I was so close to finishing. A lot of it is pretty terrible, but I’m proud of myself. Before I post the last excerpt of Bloggish and a few announcements, here is a list of things I learned from NaNo/what I want to do next NaNo:

  1. Use a USB drive. This saved my life several times, considering the fact that my computer has charging issues and crashes on me at random times. I believe we’ll be saying goodbye to Della soon. :(
  2. Story time: Once upon a time, two years ago-ish, we had fitness testing in PE. [Which I despise.] My best friend at that time was my partner. I was doing sit-ups, and she was pushing me on. Back then, I thought she was saying “It’s all on you,” but now I realize she was saying “It’s all in you.” As in, you’ve got it in you; now let it out. This is very true for NaNoWriMo, too. Everything is in you already; you just need to let the words out.
  3. Don’t even think about giving up. I was planning to not reach 40k. That was probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever thought. Yeah, maybe I was behind and had only three days left to finish, but I was going to reach 40k. Push yourself. If you’re reading this today, on the last day of NaNoWriMo, and you’re procrastinating on the internet because you have 4k to write, go write! Leave! Now! Begone with you! Come back when you have 1k. DO NOT give up. DO NOT be okay with not winning. DO NOT procrastinate.
  4. If you finally get that one push to write, keep writing until all that push is gone. It was nearing midnight when I was finishing up; I was on a roll. There was no way I’d go to bed. Now, I know, many of us have parents who don’t want us to stay up super late. If you really have that one push, just beg them. Bribe them. Tell them you’ll sleep in tomorrow [although Monday is tomorrow, so, uh, good luck with that…].
  5. It is okay to write crap. Mainly, I’m just reassuring myself about my writing, but, honestly, IT’S OKAY. That’s what NaNo is about: just get words written on a screen, the basic plot idea. I have only a few true gems. And my ending…*shudders*…let’s not talk about it. It was the middle of the night, my eyeballs were going to die…Yeah. Fun stuff.

Now, here’s the excerpt: 


The tree was beautiful, sparkling with red, green, and yellow lights. The trees were always one of my favorite parts of Christmas. The evergreen, wintery smell, that couldn’t be replicated in a little neon green cut-out.

“Meow,” my cat, Pancake said, jumping into my lap.

“Meow to you, too,” I told her and stroked her arched back.

My panic attacks had worsened once I got back from New York. I could hardly stand a day without collapsing for ten minutes. But I was learning how to control them and my fears. I was determined to defeat them and not let them take control of me. That was not how I wanted to live my life, scared to death all the time. I wanted to be free and happy and beautiful, and learn to fly.

The doorbell rang, and my heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the panic-attack-is-about-to-happen-oh-my-god heart skipping a beat, but the wonderful in love feeling. Because I knew who was behind that door.

I shoved Pancake off my lap. She frowned and meowed at me. I ignored her and dusted the cat fur off my lap. Was Emile allergic to cats? I didn’t know, and brushed myself off the best I could. Which meant cat fur anyway.

I opened the door and was immediately enveloped in Emile: the way his brunet curls bounce don his forehead, the quiet smile lines on his smooth face, the way his hands met my waist and spun me around, the scent of sharp, sweet cinnamon.

“And here he is!” my mom exclaimed, wiping her hand son her pants as she entered the doorway. “Prince Emile, known throughout the land but seen by no one. Until now, that is.”

He laughed and hugged my mom.

“Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Everen,” he said formally. I grinned.

“Oh, call me Eva,” she insisted, then did a double-take. “I sound like exactly every single mom who meets her daughter’s boyfriend. I don’t give a damn what you call me!”

Emile smiled at me as my mom pranced off to the kitchen.

“You’re mom’s…chill,” he said.

“Yeah, I guess,” I agreed. “You should see her when I forget to clean my room. Then she’s a monster.”

We sat down on the couch by the fireplace. I snuggled up next to Emile and he hugged me tightly.

“I missed you, Caity,” he said, and kissed the top of my head.

I smiled and kissed him back. “I missed you, too.”

“Eww!” a voice behind us screamed. “Mo-om! Caity’s kissing a bo-oy! And he looks old!”

I grinned and kissed Emile again, right in front of my little brother.

My mom laughed from the kitchen. “It’s okay, Trev. She’s allowed to. And he’s not that old. At least I think he isn’t.”

“Why don’t we go to my room?” I suggested.

“Good idea.” Emile smiled.

I led him upstairs to my tiny bedroom. I was still hardly used to it after living in a large penthouse for so long. But it was good to be home.

“Are you okay, Cait?” Emile said seriously as we sat on my bed next to each other. “You’re doing okay with the…panic attacks?”

“Don’t worry.” I waved his concern aside. “I’m controlling it. Tell me, how are things in the Big Apple?”

Emile grinned. He seemed to always be smiling. “Same old, same old. I think Audrey’s dating Ben now.”

“Oh my god!” I squealed. “Why didn’t she tell me? I am so going to text her tomorrow!”

Emile laughed. “Besides that, everything’s good.”

“And you?” I asked. “You’re doing okay without me?”

He smiled again. “I keep remembering you’re here, and not there. I’ll think, ‘Oh, I should get Cait a latte’ and then I remember that I can’t.”

“Oh my god,” I said. “That is too adorable. And so Tumblr!”

He rolled his eyes. “Speaking of which, how’s blogging?”

“Glad you asked,” I said. “It’s been great. It almost feels like everything’s normal now, y’know? Whenever I get online I can just catch up with any of my blog friends. When I’m blogging, everything feels…just really okay. Like nothing’s changed at all.”

“Yet everything has,” Emile chimed in.


It was still awkward around Dean. Every time he was online, I deliberately avoided communicating with him, mostly out of fear that I would get another panic attack. I thought he was kind of sorry, because he set off the attack. I just wasn’t ready to face him yet.

We sat there, in awkward silence. It was kind of comfortable, but awkward all the same. Then my mom called us down for dinner and we went downstairs, hand-in-hand. My mom smiled when we came in. She looked so happy, so carefree. And I thought she was really happy for me, too.

“Where’s Dad?” I asked, noticing his absence.

My mom scowled. “Traffic,” she replied. “I swear to God, I will be so fucking happy when there are flying cars. I would sacrifice my firstborn for them!”

“Hey!” I said, but smiled. It was good to hear my mom passionate about something, even if it was traffic.

“Oh, my mom cusses a lot,” I whispered to Emile. “Just thought you should know.”

“Thanks,” he whispered back. “My life is now finally complete.”

I kicked him under the table.

“So, Trev, what’ve you been up to today?” my mom asked.

Trevor smiled widely. “I was playing ninjas with Lucas. I beat him five times.” He beamed again. “But then I helped Lucas, ’cuz he was sad he lost.”

Emile smiled at my little brother. “That’s very noble of you, Trevor.”

Trevor didn’t even say thank you, that little brat. He just glanced at Emile and asked, “So who’s that again?”

“That’s Emile, Cait’s boyfriend,” my mom replied, gesturing with a forkful of broccoli. “Say ‘thank you,’ Trev. Emile gave you a nice compliment.”

Trevor turned to my boyfriend. “Thank you. How old are you?”

Emile smiled a wide grin. “Eighteen. I’ll be nineteen next month.” Then he shoveled a giant bite of spaghetti. Somehow he made eating spaghetti seem graceful, when, in reality, everyone looked stupid when they ate it.

I went to bed full. Emile was sleeping on the couch, so I said goodnight to him and when upstairs to my room. I set the alarm on my phone to go off at midnight so I could set presents out under the tree without anyone knowing.

I changed into my pajamas and slipped under my covers, my phone on my nightstand.

One of the things that kept me up at night was having a panic attack while I was asleep. The doctor had told me it was perfectly probable. Which scared me even more. Just the thought of thinking I was dying while I was trying to sleep scared me. When it happened while I was conscious, at least I had people talking to me.

I would stay awake almost all night long, too afraid to close my eyes. I kept of store of chocolate-covered coffee beans under my bed in case I couldn’t sleep at all, no matter how hard I tried. Then I would just pull an all-nighter and finish homework or chat with my friends on the other side of the world.

I curled myself into a ball in my bed. I ahd promised myself tgat I wouldn’t have any panic attacks while Emile was here. Not even while I slept.

I just couldn’t sleep. It was those night-before-Christmas jitters when you so desperately want to look out your window to see the reindeer.

At midnight, I crawled out of bed and gathered up he presents for under the tree. I tiptoed downstairs in my socks and set them under the beautiful tree, which was turned off for the night.

Emile was asleep on the couch, his hair briefly fluttering as he breathed. Carefully, I sat down on the couch and stroked his lovely curls. His eyes opened and he kissed my wrist.

“Can’t sleep?” he whispered.


He lifted the blanket and I climbed in next to him, my head on his chest. I could hear his beating heart right next to my temple.

“Tell me a story,” I whispered.

“I don’t know any stories.”

“Tell me about your family, then,” I insisted. “I want to know.”

He laughed softly. “Well, my mother, she’s a big, round woman. Filipina. She loves to cook. She used to be a chef at a restaurant. Her name’s Philippa, which she hates. So everyone calls her Phippa, which she thinks is only slightly better. Apparently, I inherited her smile. She smiles a lot.”

“Like you,” I broke in.

He nodded, and his chin hit my head.

“My dad…well my parents are divorced, and I didn’t see much of my dad. I got his hair, though. I just remember the smell of aftershave when I think of him. And my brother tugging on his beard.”

“Tell me about your brother,” I prodded.

“He’s dead,” Emile said frankly.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

“It happened a few years ago. But he was a great older brother. His name was Arnold. Sad name, I know. He had the best, biggest laugh, and was nice to everyone. He was going to be married, actually. He got killed in war, though. All I can say is at least he died fighting for our country.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“I have this one crazy aunt.” Emile paused. “You wanna hear about her?”

I giggled. “Of course.”

“Her name is Lolita. She has this frizzy black hair that shoots out of her head like she put her finger in a socket. And she can’t cook to save her life. She burns water.” I laughed. “And she owns, like, thousands, of mice. She keeps them well-fed and whatever, but it’s just so weird. I only have to see her if there’s a huge family event. Otherwise, she keeps to herself.”

“That’s pretty crazy.”

“You haven’t even heard about my cousin, Jonas!” Emile exclaimed. “That’s a freak. He collects rubber ducks and has like, a million of them on shelves. And he just keeps them. Apparently, he’s really smart, though. I’ve only met him once or twice, at like a wedding. And my mom forced me to talk to him.”

That was how we spent Christmas Eve. Telling stories about relatives and laughing. Finally, we got tired. Emile rested his head on mine and drifted off. And I was never happier, lying on that musty old couch, the evergreen tree quietly observing in the corner, Emile breathing quietly. It was better than any of my wildest dreams.

There was a feeling you could sometimes. Perfect. Sweet. Fluffy and happy. Maybe you got it when you shopped with your mom or went to the movies with your friends. Whenever you got it, wherever you got it, whomever you got it with, it was special. That glorious feeling that creeps up your chest and into your heart, seeping into your soul and warming you up.

I didn’t care if Christmas ever came, if Emile and I sat on that couch forever. I would be perfectly content and at home. It wasn’t any wild dream; it was reality.

Emile’s easy breathing and fluttering put me in a stupor. No panic attacks, I told myself. You’re fine. Emile’s here. It’s Christmas Eve. Everyone’s rooting for you. Somehow, I made it through that night.


Don’t judge me.

I am not going to write or edit or worry about my novel for the entire week. Next weekend, though, I’m printing it all out and busting out highlighters and pens and pencils. That will consume my time…for a while. I’ll be posting regularly on here and AGV now, so don’t worry about that.

But what will I do about Nakoma?

I’ve been thinking about Nakoma for a while now. I see potential in it, but it’s gotten so long and the conflict is just d r a g g i n g  o n. I don’t feel like finishing it. Which is completely unfair to everyone who’s reading it. I do, however, have an idea that I need opinions on. What if I posted as much of the story as I had, and anyone who wanted to could take a stab at the ending? This novel’s just for fun, and I think it would be fascinating to see how others thought the ending would be.

Tell me what you think in the comments below.

But, wait! There’s more! Precious @ Clockwork Desires has started a book blogging tag that’s really fun. I’ll be doing it later this week. It’s called the A to Z Book Tag. Click the image below to learn more and participate!

I hope everyone had a fantastic NaNoWriMo. If you’re still novelling, good luck, stop procrastinating, and change your time zone so you have as much time as possible.


Weekly Wrap-Up #12

Hello, blogglings. :)

It’s that time…the weekly wrap-up! At this current time, my word count is 25,858 and I have not yet written today. I will, however, be writing shortly. There are just a few things I’d like to mention.

I read Uglies by Scott Westerfield, which I thoroughly enjoyed and gave four stars. I am now reading The Maze Runner by James Dashner and loving it too. I’m about halfway through that. I won’t be doing any formal reviews until November is over.

Speaking of November…it’s almost over! I am barely holding on to my daily word count.

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Kind of like Olaf holding on to his face. [Frozen is not old! I can still use GIFs of Olaf.]

And my computer is kind of being idiotic. IT’S NOT CHARGING!!! Which makes me very very very very very very very very very very very very very very angry. So I have my novel on a flash drive which I switch from computer to computer. It is highly annoying.

I am still extremely obsessed with 1989.

Do not judge me.

I decided that this week I would talk to you lovely blogglings about instalove. Because if you’ve read Nakoma, you know that instalove happened multiple times in that partly-finished book. And I am trying really hard to not have that in Bloggish. Cait and Dean have known each other for ages, so that’s fine. But, um, and I know all of you Cait+Dean shippers are going to hate me for this, Dean is not in the picture any more. He is gone. Adios. Enter, Emile, the cute taxi driver, and cue the instalove! Cait doesn’t even know his last name.

*is running away from the shippers an haters of instalove*

So yeah. That happened. And I swear it was an accident. I swear on Leo Valdez’s life!* Personally, I don’t mind instalove, because it’s like my every day fantasy, but IDK.


Anyway, here’s this week’s excerpt:

“What’re you doing out in the cold?” a voice behind me asked.

            A shadow of an umbrella loomed over me. I turned my head and saw that the voice was Emile. My haunting, yet unfortunately charming, ghost. I noticed how a sliver of light hit his chocolate curls in just the right way so they were tinged golden. He had a soft half smile on his face and his voice was that morning brew, sexy and dark.

            “Are you kidding?” I spread my arms wide and smiled at the sky. “This is beautiful!”

            “Lemme guess,” Emile laughed. “You live in San Francisco. They never see the light of day there, and when they do, it’s still cold.”

            “Actually,” I corrected him, “I’m from Monterey. Close, though, and that’s pretty much true for both cities.”

            Emile laughed again, which made me smile.

            “So, what’s with all the umbrellas?” I asked.

            “Oh.” He closed his umbrella sheepishly. “I guess people thought it would rain. Silly, I guess, but…”

            The sun was glinting off Emile’s caramel-colored skin, along with his hair. His eyes shone in the light. He looked like an angel.

            “My aunt’s apartment is right there.” I pointed to the dirty, white-washed building next to us.

            “I’ll walk you up,” Emile offered.


            He grinned.

            I led the way to the apartment complex. My heart was beating right out of my chest. What was going on? Was I falling for Emile, now, too? I tried to ignore my quickened pulse and knotted stomach. All my senses were on high-radar; Emile’s features seemed highlighted against the gray backdrop and I could see each hair. His breathing seemed to be right next to my ear. Emile’s cologne was sweet and sharp and reminded me of cinnamon.

            Emile opened the door for me and I stepped through. I hoped my face wasn’t red. He also let me enter the elevator first.

            “What floor?”


            He pressed the button and we shot up, although that wasn’t the only reason my stomach decided to practice gymnastics for the Olympics. When we landed on my aunt’s floor, Emile took the liberty of saying hi to Shelly.

            “Hi,” Emile said as the door opened.

            Shelly was in her uniform on lunch break. She smiled brightly when she saw Emile.

            “Oh, you’re the taxi driver,” she remembered, grinning. “Come in. Hey, Caity.”

            “Hey,” I said.

            “So, Emile, what were you up to with Cait?” Shelly asked casually, going into the kitchen and pouring the three of us soda.

            Emile ran his fingers through his hair. My heart fluttered.

            “She was walking back here from Starbucks so I decided to say hi.”

            “How sweet of you,” my aunt praised him. “Did you see Cait on TV last night? She’s going to have her own reality show!”

            I rolled my eyes. “First of all, I’m right here.”

            Emile clapped me on the back friendlily. “Of course, Caity.”

            Alarms went off in my body. He touched me he touched me! He called me CAITY!!! I told myself to calm down.

            “And second of all,” I added shakily, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear, “most reality shows are shit and scripted. If I don’t get it, I’ll be okay.”

            Shelly laughed. “Well, hon, it’s true that reality shows are mostly crap-filled and unoriginal, but they’re entertaining! Just imagine, you get famous and then—Hollywood!” She did jazz hands at me. I cracked a smile.

            “But I don’t want Hollywood,” I protested. “I just want to be a book blogger and a writer and a cat lady. There is nothing more I want!”

            Emilie laughed, and I remembered his presence. “Those are some great life goals,” he said sarcastically.

            “You’re one to talk.” I stuck my tongue out at him.

            “For your information, the only reason I drive a taxi is to pay for my college tuition, okay?” Emile snarled.

            I held my hands up in surrender. “Whatever. I’m gonna go to my room. Thanks for stopping by, Emile.”

            I began to push him toward the door, which sent fireworks off in my fingertips.

            “Don’t be so rude, Cait,” Shelly scolded me. “Let Emilie stay if he wants. Invite him to your room.”

            I sighed. “Wanna come with me?”

            “If your aunt’s okay with it,” he agreed.

            Emile followed me to the guest bedroom, which was hardly clean.

            “Your aunt doesn’t think it’s weird that a guy is in your room, just you?” Emile burst out as soon as I closed the door.

            I laughed. “I’m basically a social recluse, so any kind of socializing is like gold to her. Even though I don’t live with her,” I added.

            “Right, you’re a Cali girl,” Emile remembered, and bounced onto my bed.

            “Heart and soul.”

            An awkward silence spanned the room, like a thin mist sheet.

            “So,” Emilie broke in, “you mentioned you’re a book blogger? What does that mean exactly?”

            I unplugged my laptop and sat next to Emile. I ignored my email and opened up my blog’s page. I was pretty proud of it. I learned coding and used advanced features to design it myself. I especially loved the logo, which Jaz made with a special program on her computer. She’d made practically all of our friends’ logos.

            I showed Emile my pages and the last few blog posts.

            “Being a book blogger means that you blog about bookish things,” I explained. “So I post book reviews, writing advice, fun bookshelve-y tags, stuff like that. I also like cooking, so I post the occasional recipe or cooking advice in here, too.”

            I handed my computer over to him and let him browse through the pages and posts. He examined my sidebar and the number of followers—everything. At last, when he was satisfied, Emile handed me the computer.

            “That’s pretty impressive,” Emile gushed in awe.

            “Yeah, I worked really hard on it,” I said, shutting my laptop’s lid and beaming.

            Emile ran a hand through his hair. I almost died.

            “I should get going,” he said. “Thanks for having me over and letting me see your blog.”

            “Anytime.” I smiled. “I might be in New York for another month.”

            His face lit up. “Awesome! Oh, hey, I don’t think I got your number.”

            We switched phones and I added myself as a contact in his. We also took selfies for the contact photos. I adjusted the light so I looked amazing and on point. Which was a bit hard to do, considering my hair was hardly brushed and I didn’t have on any makeup. Emile would have to see my natural beauty.

            When we switched back, I looked at his contact photo. And did a double take. Why was it that he looked like he’d just walked off a modeling shoot while I looked like a zombie unicorn with no horn?! Life was so unfair sometimes.

            “Bye!” I said to Emile as he exited the apartment.

            “See you later,” he replied with a wicked smile.

            And then he kissed me. It was too brief, just a second. Then he raced down the hall toward the elevator. I knew what he’d done. He’d made me not forget him, and text him later. Sneaky boy.

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That just might be my favorite part ever. *insert emoji with hearts for eyes*


Weekly Wrap-Up #11


Week 2 of NaNoWriMo has happened, and my word count is sitting at 16,055. I made some very taxing mistakes this past week.

  1. I watched “The Voice” on Monday night. I ditched my writing [I had only written a few hundred words] to go watch my favorite TV show. That was the main reason I got behind on my word count. Needless to say, I didn’t watch it on Tuesday or Wednesday because I decided to be disciplined.
  2. I acquired writer’s block. I’m not using this as an excuse. But this week, my story seemed less fun and more work. My ideas were not working and I lost interest. I made a Pinterest board about my novel, though, to get inspiration, and one image actually inspired a scene! So that’s good.
  3. On Thursday and Friday I wrote virtually nothing. On Thursday I. Just. Didn’t. Write. And on Friday, I watched “Catching Fire” with my mom because MOCKINGJAY P.1 COMES OUT NEXT WEEK!!! sorry; I’ll be calm now.
  4. If you read my post earlier, “A Rant,” you know that my computer shut down this morning and I couldn’t find my flash drive and then I did find it and I hate my computer. >:( I missed at least an hour of writing time because my computer shut down, I was looking for my flash drive, and I was sulking. So yeah. That sucked.

But that is all in the past. I am determined to get to 20,000 words today. Because if I don’t, I will be SO BEHIND YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW. ahem. [Does anyone know how to change the size and color of the text in a post?]

Did I mention: I updated my blog, as you can see. Unless you’re blind or reading this on your email. [I feel like bloggers are the only ones who check their email any more. All my friends just text and stuff, while I’m like, oh, what’s your email? and they give me “the look.” I don’t understand why people don’t email. It’s like a text, but easier to send and you can add long stuff.] But yeah, I got an upgrade for it [Thanks, Mom and Dad!] to make it prettier. I assume I can change the size and color of the text in a post but I DON’T KNOW HOW; SOMEONE HELP ME!

I am spastic this morning right now. See? I even forgot that it is technically the afternoon.

This week I will have three excerpts. They are all ships, OTPs, whatev.

He cracked a smile, and before I could take another breath, he swept me off my feet and kissed me, his breath hot on my lips.

“I love you,” Dean murmured into my mouth.

“Good,” I said. “I hate love triangles.”

He laughed lightly and kissed me again. We held each other close. Moonlight glinted off his pale face.

The thoughts that had run through my head only minutes before dissipated. But Dean’s muscles were still taught against my torso, like he was nervous. He leaned out of the kiss and I bit my lip. His beautiful blue eyes were set on me, only me.

I pulled him closer to me, until his forehead was resting on mine.

“Tell me,” I whispered. “Tell me what you’re not saying.”

There was something unsaid, a dark secret. There was more to the story than his supposed commitment issues. I saw it on his eyes. They were jaded and sorrowful, brimming with regret and secrets.

Dean worked his jaw nervously.

“I—I have to go,” he said suddenly.

“No,” I insisted. “Tell me.”

He pushed away from me. “You don’t deserve a boy like me, Cait; I don’t want to hurt you.”

Then he walked off, leaving me on the steps.

That is the Cait x Dean ship.

“Yeah,” Belle agreed. “You aren’t worth her time.”

Amanda turned around in her seat in the front. “But I know someone who is,” she said suggestively and wiggled her eyebrows. So someone else had noticed…

I grinned at Amanda and Belle and Jaz just looked confusingly back and forth between us.

“Wow, you’re clueless,” I said in exasperation, sighing. “Since my relationship didn’t work out, let me be a matchmaker.”

They were already seated next to each other. All it took was one little shove of Belle, who was closest to me, and they collided.

“Now, kiss,” I commanded. “C’mon, make the car steamy.”

Amanda giggled.

And they kissed. Belle made the first move, of course. But Jaz kissed her back. Then I looked away to give them some privacy. Amanda was practically dying of laughter.

“Finally!” she exclaimed. “I thought it would never happen. Except now Kai’s gonna be pissed off.”

“Oh, fuck,” Belle cursed. “I thought he knew Jaz was lesbian.”

I slapped my face. “Darling,” I said gently, “he’s trying to hit on you.”

We all erupted into giggles, and Jaz kissed Belle again. They were really adorable together. And maybe now the bickering would stop.

I realized I was now destined to be a third wheel. Crap.

[Sorry about the language. It is YA, after all.]

That is Belle x Jaz.

“Girl! If he’s making you like this, you need to stop caring about him so much. Oh, Goddammit, Kai wants to chat. Gotta go, sweetie. Just remember that you’re amazing.”

“I will,” I replied, smiling. “And tell that effing Kai ‘hi’ for me.”

Belle grinned, and the video chat ended. I knew she liked Kai, but he didn’t give her any trouble like Dean did for me. Kai was perfectly sweet and simple. We still analyzed him, though.

“Really?” Belle screeched. “We’re gonna freeze to death because it looks pretty?” She threw her hands up in exasperation. “I’m going inside.”

“While you’re in there,” Kai called after her, “will you take the trash?”

“Why don’t you?” she snarled before opening the Starbucks doors and disappearing inside.

Kai looked hurt as he gazed after her, as if in a trance. “Trash run!” He collected the trash and ran after Belle.

And that was Belle x Kai.

Which ship is your favorite? Tell me in the comments below.