Tea and a Read // October 2017


Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, so this month I'm reading some of my favorite creepy stories! I love H.P. Lovecraft's eloquent writing style and engaging storylines. 
Librivox has free recordings of numerous Lovecraft works (in addition to many other amazing books.) Check it out!


Trader Joe's Spicy Chai Tea Latte Mix is the bomb! It's the perfect drink for fall, in addition to being easy and inexpensive. A great alternative to morning coffee, as proven by a sleep deprived highschool student (yours truly.)


Have a fantabulous weekend,

~ K A T H R Y N

P.S. Any good book recommendations?


All About Writing


These are a couple of writing questions I've gotten frequently ever since I started sharing my writing on here! I decided to jumble them all into one post. :)

When Did You First Start Writing? 

I honestly don't know. My earliest memory of writing was writing fantasy stories in composition books while I was supposed to be doing math. I wrote about a haunted house, a girl who lived on a hill who was quite strange, and two foxes that shared forbidden love in a forest while being terrorized by a wolf. Actually I don't know if it was a wolf. It may have been an owl.

Have You Always Been Interested In Writing?

Yes. I can't imagine my like without words.

Why Do You Like Writing?

Writing is a way to capture the beauty in this world, material and immaterial. It's a way to share how you feel and  how you see things. Through writing, you can transcend yourself to others.

What Genre Do You Write In?

Usually fantasy or historical fiction. I'd like to write a mystery someday, though.

Have You Ever Written A Story With Your Friend?

YES! Tonks and I have written many a story on Google Docs, and writing with her is one of my favorite memories. 
I think my favorite is our historical fiction stories--all the characters are based off us and people we know.

How do you write your stories? (first or third person, past or present tense)

I am constantly trying new things. I really enjoy writing in the present tense for poetry. I write in the third person for books that take place long ago and first for more recent and futuristic ones. I also write in the second person a lot. I'm usually addressing myself or somebody I'm mad at.

Where do you see yourself writing-wise in the future?

Right now, I'm just concerned about consistently working on my novel for NaNoWriMo...;)

Where do you get inspiration?

People watching, random observations, dreams, writing prompts, pictures, art, and most importantly, READING. 


~ K A T H R Y N

P.S. Tea and a Read coming tomorrow.

*All of the intensely pleasing pictures in this post were found on Pinterest, a land that I visit a little too often. I hope to take some pictures soon!*

Perfect // Let's Chat

"You're so perfect, Kathryn. Sometimes I'm so jealous of you."

She said the words in a half amused, half annoyed whine, smiling at my bewildered face. I looked up from what I was doing, not knowing how to reply. 


I had spent the majority of the morning feeling pretty down about myself, I can't exactly remember why. I think it was about a grade. I honestly didn't (and still can't) believe that someone could be thinking that about me when I feel so messy, stupid, and just imperfect. I wanted to tell her how I really felt, but I didn't know how. Am I really that good at hiding my imperfections?

We don't know what's going on in another person's head. We don't even know what's going on in our own heads, half the time. So why do we get so wrapped up in what other people think or do, or what we think they think and do? 

What's the fine line between humility and beating yourself down? Are you hiding too much of your real self out of fear or misconception? How much is it okay to hide?

People generally see what they look for 
and hear what they listen for.

-To Kill a Mockingbird


These journal-y type posts are a new idea, and I must say I rather like them. So, tell me your thoughts on this topic in the comments and I'll respond in turn. :)

Have a fabulous week!

~ K A T H R Y N


Wordless + Currently


When I first started this blog, I posted a lot of the fictional stories I wrote on it. While those stories were rather cringy, I enjoyed getting into the world and characters I created. It felt great. 

For the past few months, I just haven't been inspired to write stories anymore.

Sometimes I have dreams that I want to make into stories, or I have good character ideas, or I have strong emotions that just need to come out in a scene. I just can't put the words on paper. I guess I feel a bit lost and without a roadmap. I've never really felt this as a writer, and I can't figure out why the words aren't coming. Perhaps I just don't have the time I used to have for ideas to stew around in my head and actually become something? 

They say writing inspiration often comes from real life, but I havn't had anything exciting happen to me recently. What's a fella to do?



reading: nothing much (very busy with school), but picking up The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis on and off
watching: Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds last night. It was my first Hitchcock film, and I thought it was very well done. 
listening to: Freedom Fry, Imagine Dragons, The Lumineers, usual film scores
doing: a copious amount of homework + projects, studying for my four upcoming tests, volunteering at the food kitchen, practicing my piano piece for ensemble, worrying about school
enjoying: keeping my windows open at night and listening to the sound of the last summer bugs
looking forward to: the next break from school, fall weather + fashion, Halloween and Thanksgiving
missing: my friends, Summer, writing 
etc: I started ballet again last Wednesday and was sore for three days afterwards! It feels great to be back.


Have you ever experienced a major writing slump? Do you have any good story ideas? How's your September going?

~ K A T H R Y N




Original title, I know...

The other day I saw some interesting shadows on the floor so I took a bunch of weird pictures while my brother looked on with concern.

Ah, blogging.

~ K A T H R Y N

P.S. I'm really busy with school right now, so posts might be less frequent. 


the dream was shoved in the back of the closet

it was dark

                                                                                        she forgot about it

                                                                                        when she finally remembered

it was too late


'Lo there! I hope you all are enjoying your weekends. Today I'll be working on some PSAT and school prep... blech. Hopefully I  can get outside for a bit to enjoy the fabulous weather! 
(It's not too hot here, thankfully.) I've been making the work slightly more pleasant (but not much because MATH) by listening to movie soundtracks and working near an open window. I love hearing the summer bugs hum.

We're getting our kitchen remodeled--our first big project in this house (we've lived here 14 years...) 
My parents are big on thinking about projects before they do them. A lot of thinking.
As a result of this new escapade, we are subsisting on microwaved artificialness, bottled water, and, coffee. In order to make the coffee, we have to crouch on the floor in a Gollum like yoga pose while making sure we don't get stepped on by careless passersby. 
Yes, it's an adventure.

School starts next week...I'll be a sophomore at the same school I was at last year. I'm definitely not enthused about it and wish I could go back to homeschooling, but I am less afraid of it than last year. 
My mom was talking about me doing community college classes or online classes next year. If you've been homeschooled through highschool or a currently being homeschooled through highschool, what did you do/are doing?

Time is flying, life blurs. ;)

~ K A T H R Y N

P.S. I don't remember when or why I wrote the above lines. That's what comes of having 50 drafts. 


Lost at Sea

who am I?
i don't know anymore.

i tried finding my identity in a book
i tried to see myself in my surroundings
but there is no answer
there is no answer to my call for help
i'm on my own

i'm adrift
shipwrecked in a unknown sea
surrounded by the wreckage that is the only thing left
of a large ship composed of childish allusions
the ship was frail 
in leaked the sea
and soon
the ship's splintering entity was destroyed

nothing but ghostly whisperings of a golden past are left
and those fade quickly 


disjointed and awkward reflections from late night ponderings

~ K A T H R Y N

Daylight, Come Soon

She takes the thought in her hands, feels it. It runs through her fingers like a kind of sticky bitter water. 
Dream juice.
She wants to immerse herself in it and get as far away from it as she can, all at the same time.
What to do with it all?
Laying her head down on the hot and damp pillow, she attempts to clear her mind. She shuts her eyes, counting as high as she can.
The clutching grasps of incessant imaginings tear around her mind. 
Daylight, come soon. 


~ K A T H R Y N

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