When You’re Exhausted

Well, the past few weeks for me have been insane.

I’ve been wanting to write, but can’t. And if I can, it’s crap. I’ll leave out important details I otherwise probably would include. So when you’re exhausted, it’s probably best to not write.

Before I continue, I’d like to remind y’all that this blog is solely to share with you my experiences. Whatever “advice” I might state here works for me. It might not for you and that’s okay. If it helps out one person, I’m happy. 😉

So when you’re tired, your brain doesn’t function properly. I won’t go into details (mainly because not many people are going to be interested in reading about the brain), but we all know what it feels like to be tired. You just want to crash, but you have other things you need to do. *cough* School work. *cough*

I love to write. It’s my passion. But I have to admit there are other things that take precedence. I hate to say it. I really do. But it’s true. So I’m learning that it’s okay to put writing on hold for a bit.

They say you need to push yourself to write, even when you don’t want to. And I agree. But only in some circumstances. I thought that being tired was no valid reason to take a break from writing. But it is. If you’re just being lazy, that’s one thing. But if you’re legitimately exhausted, take a break.

If you’re stressing over writing something, that’s not healthy. Enjoy what you write. If you make a habit of writing every day when you can, it’s easier to write on command. 😉

Yeah, it’s better to have a rough draft than no draft, but if you’re going to be confusing yourself and losing your passion for telling that story because you just want to get it done, you’re not really getting anywhere. Know what I mean?

I’ve put my novel draft on hold and started a new one. But I’m not doing a novel log for it. Novel logs kept me accountable when I needed to force myself to write. And it was fantastic! And I think, once my schedule has loosened up a bit, I will start it again, but right now, I write anyway.

Like I said before, it’s not the word count that counts. 😉

So basically, if you’re being lazy, force yourself to write. If you’re just forcing stuff onto the paper because you feel like that’s the only way the first draft is going to get done, wait. Relax. Put it off until you can handle it and write something more easily.

Does that make sense to you? Do you feel the same way or do you feel like I’m totally off?

God bless!



Credit to Wikipedia

Well, it’s been a while since the last post. Or it feels like it anyway. 😛

I’ve been a bit dry as far as writing goes for the past couple of weeks what with being behind in school and working on debate and all. So I decided I’d share a bit of the NCFCA love with you. 😉

If you ever have a chance to look into this lovely organization, please do so. Go for a day or two or three or even just a couple of hours and watch these kids.

We are the future.

What do you see when you go outside? Here’s a brief list of what I notice:

1) People texting on their cell phones instead of speaking

2) Illegibility (seriously? Can we nt typ lk dis al d tym? im sck uv it.)

3) Disrespectful behavior amongst children to their parents and other adults.

4) Lowered standards.

5) Porn (yes, Victoria’s Secret. You’ve lost your secret. The only secret you had has been revealed. Along with the rest of you.)

The list goes on.

Guys, we need encouragement. And the NCFCA is such a thing. I have had the opportunity to compete in this program for the past 5 years. I’ve been debating and giving speeches. At first, the only thing I was happy about was the fact that I got to wear a black suit.


Some of the lovely ladies in my club. L-R: Me (I don’t usually make the duck face for pix, just so you know. I’m not THAT person), Martha-Grace, Sara, Leah, and Natalie. The other little redhead is Emma. She’s not competing. 😛

My philosophy was this, “Well, I’m going to die there anyway. At least I’ll be prepared for my funeral.”

After the first debate camp, I was pumped. I wanted to debate everything and everyone. I was a puny 12 year old debating (get this) resolved: “A government’s legitimacy is determined more by its respect for popular sovereignty than individual rights.” I felt smart saying it, so I said it often. Did I know what it meant? Not really.

But guys. If a 12 year old can debate this resolution, imagine what they can do after several years of this.

And it’s not just the debate. It’s logic. It’s learning to think on your feet. The NCFCA’s mission statement is, “…addressing life issues from a Biblical worldview in a manner that glorifies God.”

That’s not to say we’re a bunch of sheltered homeschoolers that only talk about Jesus’ unfailing love and mercy. No. We’re more that. We’re real. We address difficult topics (abortion, suicide, self-harm, etc.) with LOGIC. Not just opinions.

My good friend Sara gave a persuasive speech on gun control. Check out her blog. She’s intelligent, logical, beautiful, funny, and has great writing tips. 😉 She didn’t say, “GIVE EVERYONE GUNS ‘CAUSE THAT’S WHAT I BELIEVE AND IT’S ALL GOOD.” No. She analyzed both sides of this debate and found a happy middle-ground.

There are also humorous speeches. Warning: you may die laughing.

Impromptu, apologetics, illustrated oratory…

We’re a community of real people who address real issues. And the funny thing is… while this is all a competition, it’s only competitive IN THE ROUNDS. Some of my good friends have been the ones who creamed me in debate! It’s fantastic.

Here’s a link to see if there’s a tournament near you. Go judge. Watch the speeches. See that there is hope. We are hope. We’re respectful, intelligent, and very welcoming.

This past season, I broke to regionals (meaning I moved up to the next level 😛 ), won 5 out of my 7 debate rounds, and placed 18th in speaker points out of what we believe to be about 70 LD debaters. I would definitely not be the same person I am today had NCFCA not touched my life.

I’m not trying to sound cheesy. I’m being honest.

If you don’t believe me, I encourage you to read a post by a man who has been touched by the NCFCA as well.

God bless!



Just a warning… After day #2, you find yourself saying things like, “I tend to use my mind over my brain.” <– my intelligent remark of the 4 day tournament. 😛

You know you’re a fangirl when…

…you incorporate geeky subjects into your biology power point presentation. Yep. I did it.

Well, I haven’t given my speech yet, but I did one (without fangirling) earlier. I think it went pretty well! 🙂 I spoke clearly, projected my voice, and didn’t say “um” a lot. ^_^ I’m proud of myself. The subject was mitosis and meiosis.

That didn’t give me much room to fangirl. But my next speech/power point presentation will be on mutations! NOW I can fangirl.

Wait. That didn’t sound right…

Anyway. *cough* After I gave my speech, my brother did his (gosh, he’s such a wonderful speaker), and then another girl in my class named Kellie (I think that’s how she spells her name). She did hers on the reproductive system.

Apparently, I have a rather expressive face, so she kept pointing at me and laughing. Is that bad? Nahhhh.

So! How do you incorporate fangirlyness into a speech on genetic mutations? *chuckles*

  • When speaking on albinos, I brought in the Albino from The Princess Bride.
  • When speaking on heterochromia, I brought in Benedict Cumberbatch (bet you didn’t know he was a mutant!)
  • When speaking on blue skin tones, I brought up Loki.

GUYS, LAST NIGHT I WAS RESEARCHING ALL THIS STUFF. NO ONE WAS HOME AND I WAS LAUGHING. Laughing when you’re alone at nothing and everything is not good.

At all.

I swear. I saw the word “cheezeburger” and I laughed.

I was reading How Stuff Works and saw this, “In August 2007, many news organizations reported that redheads or “gingers,” as our British and Australian friends call them, would eventually become extinct.”


OH MY WORD. I’m a double mutant!!! My right eyeball has heterochromia and I’m a redhead. GINGERS ARE A RESULT OF MUTATIONS.

Everyone: I am a beautiful mutant. *stares lovingly into a mirror*

Is that funny? Is it something to laugh about?

How about this?

I called my bestie up to talk to her. Maybe she could make me normal again (as if I ever was to begin with)… Maybe.

Whoops! nope!

There was a 2 second silence and I forgot I was on the phone.


I almost had a heart attack when she started talking again. O_O

I might have issues… but my parents won’t tell me.

I told my dad. He gave me a look, then proceeded to ask me what I took before he came home.

My answer? “COKE! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT’S A CODE WORD FOR? *whispers* …cocaine.” (I promise you, guys. I did not. I’m not a druggie. All I took was Advil, because I was in pain. But that was hours before.)

Something is not right with me. I suspect it’s the fact that I’ve been awake too long without sufficient sleep…

Ah, well. There’s a post on nothing. 🙂

Wish me luck on this next speech, y’all!

God bless!