Planet Comicon

Take me to Comic-Con. Every year in Kansas City there is a comic book convention called Planet Comicon. This year I was lucky enough to go for at least one day and let me tell you it was one heck of a day. I started out this journey on Saturday, February 17th, the people I was traveling with gathered together in one vehicle. We drove for three hours making a few stops on the way. We stayed overnight in a small Inn on the outskirts of Kansas City.

What Makes Horror Novels Work

In my focus seminar, I had to research the genre of what type of writing I was going to work on over the semester. I decided to write a horror novel because that's always what had caught my eye when it came to books, movie, etc. As I was researching, I came across an article that told about the five elements of horror and I decided to take my own spin on it.

What Makes a Good Book

When I was younger, I would read many different genres of books. Such adventure, romance, mystery, thriller, horror, fantasy, etc. But now as I've gotten older and found what I like, I normally just read horror or fantasy books and doing that's not a bad thing at all because I have found what works for me to keep me interested and reading. This doesn't mean I won't ever read another mystery or a thriller (but I probably won't read another romance, not for me).

Valentine's Day

The day of love, growing up Valentine’s day wasn’t about dates or romance. In my home, my parents would buy me and my siblings presents. Normally a box of heart chocolates and a stuffed animal. Some of my favorite presents were a pink bear, a bunny in a vest, and a heart shaped box of trollies gummy worms. On better years maybe a toy or headphones, on the bad years the little heart shaped candies. Every year we got something, it was a day of love.

Final Semester

Well, the time has come. I have spent three full semesters at Cowley and am finally in my last one. When I started attending, I was looking forward to this day, but now that it's finally just around the corner, I wish it wasn't so. Cowley really should be a four-year college. I'm sure that I'm not the only one that's going to miss Cowley and the friends that we've made and the good times that we had once we leave.

Almost Disaster

I have been working on a novel. I don't know if it's any good or if I will even attempt to publish it is still unknown to me, but I have been having a lot of fun working on it. A few days ago, I had just finished the second chapter and was feeling a little proud of myself. My sister noticed and asked why I was in a good mood, so I told her why and she asked to read it.

Something Different

Ever since I was a little kid, I have spent every single Thanksgiving dinner at my grandmother's house. It's always a fun time. I get to spend time with my cousins that I don't get to see very often. I get to visit the farm and take an hour or so to walk around in the fields just enjoying the fresh air and freedom that you can't have within the city limits. I get to eat more than my fair share of fattening food, but most of all, I get to enjoy time with my family.


Recently, a group of writers and I went to the Nimrod Writers Conference. I went last year and enjoyed it, but this year was much better. Each year, they choose 1 novelist and 1 poet to come and share about how they write and read a little bit of their upcoming books. The novelist this year was Laura Van Den Berg. Laura's recent novel is a mystery called 'Find Me'. I haven't had a chance to read it just yet but when she read a small piece of it, I loved it.

2017 Nimrod Conference

For weeks, I picked out my most flattering and professional outfits. Two comfortable dresses, two cardigans, two pairs of nice shoes, some comfy clothes, just in case. I have this habit of packing early for every trip out of town I take. I still forget stuff, but it makes me feel better. On this trip, I forgot pajama pants. Figures. Nonetheless, I was excited for all that we would do and see.


My steps were smooth, quick, and simple. My breath kept even. My heartbeat was a slow 140 beats per minute, according to my heart rate monitor. The grass below my feet was wet from last night’s harsh rainstorm. I was running in Big Shunga Park, where I typically do my morning runs. The trails are vast and all over. I have calculated a forty minute route of which I run five days a week.