Wednesday, August 31, 2011


So I am sitting down, minding my own business with some caffeine and a snack. I am prepared to write.

I am to the part of my novel where my main character meets her love interest for the first time. I enter the corners of my mind, and get inside my head to imagine this impeccable love story. It has to be cliche of course. Boy meets girl, girl hates boy at first, etc. That is when the love of my life (who I am glad to report is not in my head) sends me a text message. He reminded me how much he loves me, how much he thinks of me.
We will be getting married in 6 1/2 weeks! YAY! However, right now we are in two different states and feeling the miles. I miss his kisses, his whispers, his amazing hair brushing skills. Seriously girls , this man knows how to handle a brush. I found myself straying from my novel writing, and writing silly love songs. Oh yes..something about how his "kisses are transcendental"...

Please forgive me bloggers, for I have sinned.
I have turned to bubble gum pop worthy songwriting, and I like it!
You know what that means? Time to grab my guitar! Bye for now!

Stay Calm and Drink Tea - Ali

Monday, August 29, 2011


found on Pintrest
a piece of my story
i have a pintrest addiction.

it's becoming more and more obvious with every passing day. there is just something so brilliantly inspiring about perusing page upon page of beautiful photographs

categorizing them

listing them.

it's the place that my artistic side and my OCD side get together for a playdate.

i have followed the example of several of my friends and begun the process of putting together a nanowrimo pinboard

it's starting to come together, i think. or maybe not.

see, i have a fairly cohesive concept for the story i'm going to compose. however, these pictures are starting to go in a slightly different direction than i originally envisioned. it's starting to challenge me a bit.

it's as if the story is saying

change with me
let me move
let me breathe.

found on Pintrest
a piece of my story
maybe i need to loosen my ideas a bit. maybe i need to let my story tell itself the way it wants to be told. maybe i need to become more pinspired, and less boxed in. 

i'm seeing colours. themes. locations and ideas. i'm seeing more and more of less and less. 

so i am going to pin away

and let my story breathe

and take me along

for the adventure of a lifetime.

~blessings abound,

Back at my parents after a summer of traveling. 7 weeks before my wedding, and so much to do. How does one write, and think about 10 million things at the same time? They find an Oasis. My parents recently moved into a big 1925 country home, and I am still trying to find my way around. The room they left for me has a window seat. It's the perfect hideaway. It's filled with pillows just begging me to sit and read or pick up my pen. I love to handwrite. I very rarely write my stories or songs on the computer. There is just something about picking up that pen and writing your words down that is romantic and exciting. In my window seat the world stands still. I couldn't be happier. There's boxes lining my room whispering for me to unpack and repack for my new home with my soon to be husband. However, the voice calling from the window seat drowns them out. I have time..I will just sit here, drink my tea, and imagine for a little while.

Stay calm and drink tea, Ali

Friday, August 26, 2011

holding it together

i am getting a combination of emotions regarding starting up this writing project again.

honestly, i haven't written anything other than my blog since last year's NaNo ended.

please understand

it is not for lack of trying.

i've started projects. 

 pages upon 
pages upon 
pages upon 

of ideas. and not one of them has spoken to me. 

this is madness. i've been writing since i was seven. why is this suddenly such a block? 

insert frustrated groan here.

maybe i'm trying too hard. maybe i need to just let go and write. 

excuse me, please. 

i need to seek the story again.

~blessings abound,

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Writer's Blo....ADD

I can not honestly say I have writers block at the moment. Rather there are so many other things going on that I forget what I was about to write about, and can't seem to recover it. I'm not over exaggerating either. Today, I was laying in the hammock under the vines and kiwi trees, writing for my novel. My main character was just about to say something completely witty and cynical, which is something she rarely wants to do out loud. Just as I was putting pen to paper, a butterfly flew by. It was so pretty. It was yellow and black, big and graceful. I watched it fly and flutter around me and felt the breeze across my face. BAM! I lost what my character was going to say and now she does not have the desire to say it again. NO! UGH! COME ON GIVE ME A BREAK! IT WAS A PRETTY BUTTERFLY!

Deep breaths, I know.

I surely can not be the only one that experiences this headache. You could put me in a dull room with no windows and I probably would still find a way to get distracted. Must. Stay. Focused. However not too focused because that is boring and I will lose all inspiration.
Oh this is inanity.

Stay Calm, and Drink Tea - Ali

Under Construction


We are more than honoured that you have decided to join in this journey with us.

As we are sure you can see, this blog is still slightly under construction. 

Please feel free to look around, but bear in mind that this is not yet the finished product.

Bear with us, if you will.

~Ali and Rachel~

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.  ~Ana├»s Nin