“Can I zoom now, Allie?”

We’re zooming, as you call it, down the

Tree-lined boulevard – tonight it’s a drag strip

For your green scooter and my red sneakers

We’ve gone up one hill and down another

And I’m wondering whose stupid idea this was

I don’t know how David H did it so much, this running

But he didn’t wear Converse, I suppose

My insides burn red as we head back for home

So you match my speed jarringly in green

You’re impatient and you ask

“Can I zoom now, Allie?”

I’m eager to please, so I say




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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.

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.

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

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)!


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 →