Review: the Day Boy and the Night Girl

Recently, I finished reading The Day Boy and the Night Girl by George MacDonald. It was a fun little short story. George MacDonald tells the story of a witch that raises a boy entirely in the daytime and raises a girl entirely in the nighttime. Of course, at some point, the roles get screwed with.

I felt it read like a nice little fairy tale. The story does seem a little worn out to a modern reader, but that of course has everything to do with this reader’s perspective and not a fault with the writing. Overall, a quick read and worth the time if you’re interested in reading some basic fantasy that helped lay the groundwork for our modern takes on the subject.

The Day Boy and the Night Girl by George MacDonald

The Day Boy and the Night Girl by George MacDonald

It is short enough that I actually got it from the library. Rarely do I ever borrow from the library as I’m a slow reader, but it is fun to do so on occassion. I like the feel of a hard back book, and books from the library have that distinct smell of age and order.


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Review: The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness

The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness

As much as I didn’t want to fall in love with this book, I did. I nearly put the book down in the first two pages solely due to the writing style, but thank goodness, I didn’t and I urge you not to if you try reading it. The story is beautiful, and (despite the most epic, want-to-kill-the-author-because-of-character-death scene) totally worth reading. It travels quickly though not too light of a read. I did find it predictable, but the story is about the how the character handles it, not about being surprised by it. I look forward to reading the next in the trilogy, though it’ll be quite a while before I get to it.


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My first writing memory is of world building a fantastic universe with my big sister. My character was a bat-thing named Skurvey & he wore a mtal frog necklace. The whole idea was so epic that now I fear my writing will never live up to it.
But I still write because that lit my creative fire.
Writing Matters
-Tiffany A. Robbins

NaNoWriMo is doing something that I couldn’t pass up. It is their #my1ststory campaign. The photo above is mine.  I almost wrote about my 1st grade poetry since it was technically my first real writing experience, but is not what fueled my creative writing. My sister did that. So here’s a big shoutout to her:

Towim, thanks for inspiring my creative writing! You’re the bestest big sister ever!


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Writing in the Park plus Update and Magnus


I know I’ve shown you guys this park before, but it is a new writing season for me and I was inspired. For some reason, writing outside always makes me want to blog and take photos.

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Of course, my reason for being out here is being neglected with every word I share, but writing is writing. I think as long as I am putting my words out into the world it does not matter if they are on paper or on a blog. At least for the time being, my audience is larger here anyway.
I have been working very hard on getting Something With Cigarettes ready to put out into the world. I have a lot of new stuff I want to write, but before I move on, I want to get something of mine out into the world. I don’t think it is the type of novella that is going to get me well-known due to its controversial subject matter, but Cameron has decided it will be my obscure cult classic that, when I am famous, will separate my true fans from the people who only read pop literature. He then compared it to Metamorphosis and A Clockwork Orange and I decided to get busy with it. He knows me too well.
Anywho, book reviews. I finished up Magnus by Sigmund Brouwer for the first time since I was a young teen. It was always my favorite book. Now, I wonder what kind of crap I must have been comparing it to. It will always have a warm, sentimental place in my heart, but as an adult, it was difficult to take seriously.
When I went looking for it, I was surprised to find that the author writes Christian books. Then when I reread it, I was shocked to be bombarded with badly veiled religious messages. I must admit that I felt a little manipulated by the whole thing. As a kid, I took away the power of science and knowledge on an uneducated society. Now, I feel like the message is that we should pray even if we lack faith. Not that it is an invalid message, but it was not one that was very welcome. I will still read its sequel at some point because I already bought it, but I will probably wait until a time when I am a little less jaded by religion than I am right now.
It is still a fun little adventure story.


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Only a little nostalgic

Only a little nostalgic

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The day couldn’t be more pleasant as I sit here on the stoop of my high school where I first began to figure out who I wanted to be.


The breeze is cool, the birds are chirping, and my dog is acting like a fool because a bunny ran in front of us.


It may yet rain, but aside from fear of my tablet or notebook getting wet, I can’t think of any reason I wouldn’t want it to rain on a day like this.
I’m not feeling quite as nostalgic as I guess I had hoped to be. I’m a little sad that the bushes my friends used to smoke behind are gone.


Apparently, the new principal is a little wiser than the old one. I worry that some shy, searching young person may miss out on my own experiences, but kids are resilient. I’m sure they have found anew place to hide from the prying eyes of authority.
I don’t miss the place very much, though I hardly ever visit it. There is a melancholy in the air, but that may just be because school is out, and it is Sunday morning so everyone is at church. Yes there are still places where the town gets all twilight-zonie Sunday mornings. It might be a good setting for a horror story should I ever get the balls to write one.
I’m going to walk back to the homestead now. Mom and Granny are probably rolling out of bed and wondering where I ran off to.


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Hangs Head in Shame

Two days…for two days, I have forgotten my writing bag at home. I feel like I’m not going to reach any of my goals this way, but to put a positive spin on this, I’ve been hyper-vigilant about addressing other goals that I don’t need my writing bag for.

For instance, blogging. I’d probably not be blogging today if I had my writing bag. I spent yesterday on a newfound website called The Next Big Writer. It is a critique website that makes you earn posting rights by critiquing. I spent most of yesterday on it and had a lot of fun. I also spent some time making new goals for the upcoming year to help myself become a more prolific writer. Also, I bit the bullet and spent the $35 to sign up for my third year doing 3-Day Novel. Seriously, don’t even think about it, just go sign up. Right now.

So I can’t hang my head in too much shame. I’ve accomplished more than I probably would have if I’d brought my writing bag. Of course, I always have a pen and paper, so nothing can really stop me from writing.

I’ll be with family tomorrow back in my old hometown of Tarkio, MO. I’ll have about three hours to kill in the morning and I’m considering going to write on my old high school stoop where I used to keep an eye out for the principle while my friends hid in the bushes to smoke. Sometime a little nostalgia is good for the writer’s soul.


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A.M. Bedroom Talk

My husband and I always seem to have the most random-yet interesting-talk in the morning while I’m getting ready for work. He’s half asleep and I still have half a mouthful of toothpaste.

This morning, he randomly said, “I’ve been playing out this scene from a Card book in my head all night where he’s walking down a hallway and describing an object in detail all the while saying how unimportant the object is.”

I said, “You of all people should appreciate a good focus object.” (He has ADHD)

He grunted.

Then I rambled on about one of my novels I’m editing and about how I’d added in 1000 words of focus object yesterday to help slow the pace and ground the reader.

He asked what I was working on and I told him. Then he said, “You know, if you ever manage to get a book banned, it’ll be that one.”

And it hit me: I would be so proud to have a book banned one day.

I love going to my closest locally owned bookstore and perusing the banned book isle. My favorite class in high school was “Novels” because we spent the semester reading books that had been banned. Then I wondered why. Is my nature just that contrary.

I decided the answer is: No. I’m not contrary. I just love that words that I created out of nothing could one day evoke that kind of response in someone. I honestly think that as a writer, that would be a defining moment to me. That moment would tell me that my words have weight and they matter. I don’t care what the response is (happy, sad, rebellious, angry).

I just want a response.

Then of course the hubby and I went on to discuss the poetry and music skills of The Doors vs. The Used. I love that man and our early morning bedroom talk.

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