Posted in Poetry, Written Works


Another poem from the drafts folder, about meeting good people who won’t judge you solely over the holidays you do and don’t celebrate, and treat you the exact same way as before once they know; the ones who don’t let one difference define you in their eyes.


It’s no use pretending

In fact, it feels like a sin

Living a dream I don’t feel within


The truth must be told

When I’m put on the spot

I’ll tell the truth; may hurt a lot


I hope he doesn’t judge me

Won’t treat me differently

I hope I hope I hope I hope


I’m pleasantly surprised

The truth is finally out

Nothing here to fuss about


It’s nice being open

It’s nice to say it’s so

‘Cause real-deal people never go.

Posted in Miscelaneous Musings, The Writing Life

The Creativity Cycle as Illustrated by Emily Cheeseman (Twitter)

I go through extreme phases of burnout and momentum as illustrated above.  I wouldn’t have been able to explain it as succinctly (or artistically) as Emily has done.

At this moment, however, I’m going through a writerly do-nothing period.  I had a momentum burst to work on After the Fall not long after finishing Cliche, but it was short-lived.  Now, I’m focusing on my studies and all the things I have to focus on, and forcing myself to remain dormant so that I can tackle my Cliche rewrites at the end of the year.

Posted in Fanfiction, Poetry, Written Works

I’m 95% sure this poem’s about Pyrrha Nikos

RWBY-fan-poems?  I guess that’s a thing now. 😛  I was going through my drafts folder and happened upon this non-rhyming mess.  It’s probably told from the perspective of  someone watching the Vytal Festival tournament, someone who only knew Pyrrha for her celebrity status, and not Jaune.  Surely millions of other citizens of Remnant admired Pyrrha and recognized her as the spokeswoman of the Pumkin Pete cereal in they ate in the morning.

I see her face on the cereal box every single morning
The epitome of elegance, fitness, health, and grace
I saw her kill a girl today; then the darkness came

They say it happens to everyone involved in celebrity
Whether they trash their homes, hotels, our streets
Or they drink and party their way to self-destruction

But since that girl on the cereal box so suddenly went away
I can’t help but wonder if she was all that she appeared
For some people’s faces hide secrets from our reality

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Real-time update

Hey there!  This is present-day Allison writing to you on 10/8/2017, for reals.

I have a small buffer of scheduled posts waiting to go up until approximately the end of this month.  Truth be told, this blog has been running on scheduled posts since the spring.  With my current schedule, I simply don’t have time to post things consistently in what I call real-time.

While I haven’t been terribly productive in the writing department, I have been dutifully working on editing the first draft of Cliche based on beta-readers’ wonderful feedback.  Next thing on the agenda is rewrites.  The most egregious area for improvement is the ending, and while the odds of my forgetting it are high, I have a reasonable idea of how to phrase it better.  In general, I am very happy that it’s coming together as nicely as it is – it’s pleasantly surprising.

While I would be foolish to publish this story completely raw and unedited, I want to get this one out as soon as possible – I currently foresee a summer 2018 release for Cliche.  I’m confident that by that point, I’ll have helped it along enough that I won’t cringe quite as much at the finished product if I do.  (Let’s face it, hiring an editor to deep-clean the book is beyond my budget constraints right now.)

With that merry little update out of the way, I feel I should get back to the bad news I touched upon in paragraph #1.  I’m running out of content to share here and I haven’t the time to make new ones.  If you’ve made it this far, this is your warning that this blog will likely become fully dormant by the end of this year.

A handful of writerly blogger contemporaries I follow have recently done over their blogs or abandoned them entirely (in some fortunate cases, for new ones) because they no longer fit their old, self-imposed parameters.  I fear it’ll sound cliche (haha) but I’m starting to feel that way about my own blog.  For better or worse, my outlook on several of the issues I was passionate about when I started posting here has changed.

But fear not!  Unless WordPress says otherwise, I have no plans of shutting this blog down or taking down drastic amounts of old content.  Even if I no longer espouse the same beliefs as my younger self, I’m certainly not afraid of them.  (Well, most of them, anyway.)

Eventually, I’ll get back to this blog and write stuff again.  I’d love for it to be active when Cliche is ready for print, but life (by way of commitments, responsibilities, etc.) does have a knack for finding a way (to get in my way).

Until next time, enjoy the next scheduled post (which most likely contains a nonsensical downer of a poem)!


Posted in Miscelaneous Musings, Reviews

The Gauntlet by Karuna Riazi (2017, Middle Grade)

The Gauntlet is Karuna Riazi’s debut middle-grade novel from the Salaam Reads imprint of Simon and Schuster.  I won an autographed (!!!) copy of this book from a giveaway earlier this summer by the Chapter One Young Writers Conference, and it’s one of the loveliest middle grade stories I’ve read this year.

It’s Farah Mirza’s twelfth birthday, and in addition to celebrating with her friends Essie and Alex, she must also watch over her hyperactive younger brother Ahmad.  Her visiting aunt, Zohra, mysteriously promises to give her a present after the party, but Ahmad can’t wait.

Before the kids can stop him, Ahmad helps himself to a package in the Mirza’s guest room where Auntie Zohra is staying, which contains a peculiar game called the Gauntlet, which turns out to be extremely captivating … literally.  Continue reading The Gauntlet by Karuna Riazi (2017, Middle Grade)”

Posted in Miscelaneous Musings, The Writing Life

Why are my poems always so depressing?

Something I’m sure you’ve all noticed and that I’m definitely self-conscious about is the nature of my poems.  I rarely write happy poetry, or poetry that is remotely positive.  I feel self-conscious because I worry my poetry may be hurtful to others who struggle with their own negative emotions.

Well, poetry is cathartic for me.  It allows me to say the things I can’t say in regular words, sentences, paragraphs….  If I’m happy, I feel I can be pretty open about it.  If I’m happy, it’s usually because of positive things.  If I’m upset, it’s usually due to other people, and I don’t want to name and shame.  I’ve tried to channel my happy feelings into poetry, but it just doesn’t work the same way.

“Take your broken heart and turn it into art.”  Those are the words of Carrie Fisher, of blessed memory – an actress I’ve always wanted to meet (and hope someday to meet when my time is up), and an author I don’t plan to read.  But these wise words resonate with me.

My heart has been broken plenty of times, though not in the way Taylor Swift or Carrie Fisher or other amatonormative artists likely discuss in their works.  The best thing I can do is make art out of my negative feelings.  I can only do so much venting to my fellow, fallible humans.

Still, I hope sometime I’ll get better at channeling other emotions into verse.  Art should inspire others to make better art, even if I’m not there yet.

Posted in Miscelaneous Musings, The Writing Life

Authors & Fans, Part II

Earlier this year, I blogged about how two of my friends, on opposite sides of the Author-Fan relationship spectrum, had interesting experiences.  One of my friends was slighted by an author who took her criticism out of context; the other is a creator who’s had to deal with an overly attached young fan.

In recent months, I’ve experienced a similar challenge to my author friend.  When people join the very small Allison the Writer fandom, I appreciate it so much, but that doesn’t make me best buddies with all of my fans.  It’s true, I have good friends who have become fans of my work, and I also have fans of my work who have become my good friends.  But this doesn’t apply to everyone, and in my situation, I feel the fan wasn’t getting that.

There’s a lot of background information that I feel would be inappropriate and disrespectful to get into, so I’ll cut to the chase.  Long story short, I asked them (as politely as I could manage) to leave me alone, to not email me as they’d been doing every time I posted something new and interesting to the blog.  It’s a free country and I can’t stop them from reading my blog, even leaving public comments on my posts.  (I mean, I could, but I really shouldn’t….)

I saw the way a famous author acted beneath her dignity and slighted my friend on social media; I’d hate to be that person to somebody else.  As an author, artist, creator, I feel I have an obligation to be professional, not pettily vindictive or mean simply because I have the power to do so.  Everything I said about barriers of professionalism still stand for me, and as challenging as it may be, I must stick to them.

Anyway, this small, somewhat annoying challenge was a good opportunity to practice what I’d preached with little experience to justify it at the time.  At the end of the day, I’m grateful to G-d for giving me this test.