Writer. Photographer. Child of God
My blogposts tend to be pretty random in content. I started with a ton of poetry which slowly morphed into a sort of random-anecdotes-from-my-life thing. I sometimes think I blog mostly just to exercise my writing muscles, and I'm thankful for anybody who takes the time to read my random blatherings. With Little Baby on the way,... Continue Reading →
Brave art is beautiful art. My husband reminded me of this after I bemoaned the increasing number personal elements that seem to be creeping their way into the short story I'm handing in for my Fiction Writing class. About an hour ago, I finished my third draft and had so much of my own self and struggles leaking... Continue Reading →
While my pregnancy was a planned pregnancy, it was still a shock to me. I just figured it wouldn't happen when it did, and while it's still overwhelming at times, it's become just another one of those times in my life where I can see how perfect God's plans are when we submit to his... Continue Reading →
It sucked. It still does some days, but I've gotten enough of a lift to feel like my body is on the mend. My husband and I have gone out to dinner and taken a trip to Ikea in the past few weeks, something that would have been unthinkable a week before. It wasn't long after... Continue Reading →
It started with the flu then turned into a cold then became vomiting three days before I could miss my period. We took the first test five days early. It was negative. I cried. Then it was the day my period was due and I'm fudging my way through my French final in the seat closest... Continue Reading →
I'm not accustomed to this level of praise from anyone but my husband. My professor is holding out my short story to the rest of the class, my √++ a loud red against the white paper. It's screaming, "loved it" almost literally, because that's what he's written next to my grade. "Look at the format. This is... Continue Reading →
Some people get cranky when they’re tired. Some when they’re stressed. Some when they’re hungry or sick or when they’ve been cooped up inside from a snowstorm. Me? I get cranky for all of the above reasons, but this particular night was the second day in a row that I was cranky from studying for... Continue Reading →
Since starting school, I've had little time to work on my personal writing (or breathe either, when it comes down to it), but my characters and novels are never far from my thoughts. I miss them. I've spent the last three years pouring my life into them and it feels like someone viciously stripped me of... Continue Reading →
I scare a little too easily to take much of a shine to the horror genre, but in the past months I've been experiencing a severe emotional shakeup that reaches back to the roots of my childhood. All the raw and repressed pain and anger I'm dredging up has been attacking me in my sleep, filling... Continue Reading →
Reading The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman is an extremely emotional experience for me. Unlike many book lovers, I don't make a point of rereading my favorite books every year or so. My "to read" list is so long that I just don't seem to get around to it. But in the past two years... Continue Reading →
Rachel Svendsen 