Glory Be To God


What do you do when you want something so, so bad, and it seems everyone else has it and is so happy- but you just tumble off the road and don’t reach that dream?

  One thing that was weighing heavy on me was Realm Writers. You’ve probably heard of it. It’s basically a writer’s conference for Christians, and this year, it takes place in Nevada. The best part, besides meeting awesome fellow writers (and teen writers)? Ted Dekker was a key speaker. I love Dekker. I was ecstatic to hear the news that he was speaking. Ecstatic. I was wishing and praying for about a year, just hoping, somehow, we’d get the chance to go. So I could be surrounded with epic fellow teens who love writing and are so hungry to learn.

   But, July rolled around, and taking a trip to Nevada is not happening. We just can’t do it. I was super duper bummed. Really bummed. Why? Because I thought I’d actually have a place where I sort of belonged.

  The truth is, I belong here. Here is right now, in the very place I am. And you belong exactly where you are, too.

As a writer, would I love to go to a writer’s conference? Yes. But if it is not in God’s timing, then it’s not gonna happen, and I don’t want it to. It’s OK to be upset when things don’t work out how we want them. But giving up and staying upset isn’t OK. So, what do we do?

   We realize that we are still writers. Isn’t that amazing? I mean, that’s who God made us to be. He never said; “You gotta go meet all these writer kids, and meet the authors, and go to every conference, in order to be a writer.” Our worth does not come from fame, success, or the spotlight.

  Our worth comes from Yeshua. And God gave us the gift of words, folks! We can create. Destroy. Build. Encourage. Inspire. Make others laugh. Make others cry. Touch people. How can we, as people, do that? With just 26 letters?

  We do that through the LORD. It’s God who guides our hands, our words, our voices, and it is the Lord who touches others through our writings. And we don’t have to go to the writing conventions to make an impact in this world. God will bring people into our lives He wants us to meet, and we don’t always have to go out and find them. God has a Plan. That’s pretty awesome.

    We, as writers, as artists, as musicians, as PEOPLE– have the power to help others, and hurt others. Being a writer is more than wishing to be published, to have writer friends or fans and all- being a writer is giving God the glory at all times. Being a writer is pushing on when you’re tired, and sad, and hurt, and angry; you don’t give up. You take the pain and you use it for good. This is for all people, for everyone. That’s life. It isn’t about fame and success. God doesn’t care about that. God cares about your heart. God cares about if you have total faith and trust in Him, and whether you give it your all.

    God has a plan. For you. For me. For each of us. There will be bumps in the roads, and twists and turns that we didn’t expect, and we’re gonna fall right off our scooter into a ditch. That’s cool. Get up. Get back on that scratched up scooter and keep on going. Ride for that sunset that’s waiting for you. Keep going until you see the morning sun.

  God is with us. God has given us gifts. We have the choice to use them, for the Lord’s glory and praise. Nothing can stand in our way, because Jesus is King.

  God bless.




July Camp NaNo, Week 3 |Morning Sun


I took this week offline, a hiatus from my laptop. I wrote 47 pages of Jump in my composition notebook. Which, I have yet to add up how much word count it is. Ha. But I am currently copying those pages onto my document.

Writing with a notebook and pencil is pretty cool. My head got on overdrive because I couldn’t write quite as fast as I think (I’m a fast keyboard typer), which got annoying. But it also was a nice break! I didn’t get distracted with Internet. Only… I may have gotten distracted with some other book ideas. Like, the WWII story, I wrote some in that. And the future world war story…. ANYWAY. I wrote about 30 pages in other projects, total. So, 73 pages in a week, not counting some poems I wrote.



Morning writing with a yummy protein smoothie!


My amazing Dad and me. 🙂


I am very, very happy to announce that on the 21st of this month, Matoska, our curly mare, had her baby!


She is the CUTEST, smallest thing! She has faint stripes on her legs, a curly tail and a curly coat, gray legs, and small white dots on her butt. She has Matoska’s appy eyes, too. 🙂 We named her Pa Mni (pronounced pah mini, basically), which means Bitter water. In the Bible, bitter water was used for healing. We’re going to call her Mini, she’s so small. ;D

So, Jump is going well. I am past 20,000, and am working on copying what I wrote by hand, onto the word doc. I am thinking this book will be novel length. I doubt I will have it finished by the end of this month, but I’m not worried. Excited, more like. Considering how absolutely crazy life has been, reaching my goal of 20,000 is good.

Snippets for Jump:


***Derek’s POV***

“Sam, let’s go through the papers.” Rene’ said, and Sam stacked the pile of newspapers on the table. Which made our booth look like a newspaper shop, but we had to work with it. We gobbled pizza down as we worked.

  That was how the next hour went. We scanned, searched, ate, and sighed.

We found nothing.

Article after article.

Nothing. No UFOs. No freak monsters. Nada.

  “I’ve never been on a news site this long in my entire life.” I moaned, eyes aching from all the screen scrolling.

“You’ve never been on a news site.” Sam muttered, flipping through the pages of his paper.

“Thus, you prove my point.”
“Maybe someone’s seen somethin’, but won’t publish it.” Rene’ suggested, leaning back.

“We can’t go door to door and ask ‘Good morning, have you seen any demons lately? Also, we’re not in the occult.’.” I said dryly. Rene’ rolled her eyes.

“Shut up.” Sam told me.


***Isaac’s POV***

The river wasn’t too busy, for such a hot day. A few people were lazily floating down the placid river in inner tubes, and some kids dived and yelled, playing. We parked on the dirt spot, where no one else was, and got our stuff. Ma sat on the bank in a fold-up chair, with Dad, both of them smiling as us kids took off into the cool water. Rene’ stayed with Rose near the bank, splashing at the water, while Rose laughed and splashed right back with glee. Vee and Tim sat onshore with Teddy, who watched the whole river with big, blue eyes.

I took Lynn exploring in the water. Big and little fish, sucker fish, tiger fish, and minnows, all swam and darted near our barefeet. We stood still, letting the fish nip our toes. Lynn shrieked with delight.

It wasn’t long till Rebecca and her family parked. Rebecca and her sister, Anna, got out and hurried down. “Isaac!” Rebecca grinned as she got in the water, her hair pulled in a pony tail. She wore a bright yellow swimsuit.

My ears must’ve turned red, by the knowing smirk Rene’ shot at me.



***Rene’s POV***

The pizza place wasn’t busy. Sam and Derek were at the corner booth, waiting for Isaac and I, with a beef pizza steaming before them. Isaac and I sat down beside them.

“No offense, but what the heck are we doing?” I asked, sipping a soda.

“Sitting.” Derek said blankly.
“Eating.” Isaac added, hiding a smirk.

“Guys. Really. What’s goin’ on?” I eyed Sam expectantly.

“We need to talk.” Sam bit into his pizza.

“About Mr. Fryer?”

“He told us we should leave this alone.” Sam replied, eyes narrow.


 Anyway, hopefully we don’t melt. It’s 105 degrees today. God bless!


Isn’t Mini ADORABLE?! How is your project? What do you think of Jump?

July Camp NaNo, Week 2 | Don’t Give Up



This second week of Camp has been busy. Not just with writing. Life, of course, as always. But life is doing alright- God is answering prayers. He’s getting us through. Those little moments I have, when everything just crashes on me out of the blue… those are the moments I know Satan is desperate to try to make me weak, make me lose faith. Doubt, fear, despair- those are spirits that God didn’t give me. When I feel myself starting to suffocate in them- I remember that Yahweh is in full control. There is always hope.

That’s one of the themes in my book, Jump. Jump is about hope, faith, and prayer. Prayer is such a powerful weapon that God has given us- and how often to we feel like just giving up on praying? Or that maybe, our prayers, our words, fall on the brass gates of Heaven, and never reach God. That’s not the truth. Jump is about these things, but I am also showing the reality. That angels, demons- the supernatural and spiritual side of the reality we see, is very, very real.

Currently, Jump is at 18,558 words. But as I go back and change some things, who knows then. 😛 However! I talked some about Jump with my Dad, and I am gonna start on the roll again. This week was slow because I was getting some ideas together (and names. I spent like an hour trying to name the angels. Haha.), but things are getting sorted! 🙂 Better than I thought, since I had this dream on like, the 5th of this month. All the plotting is coming along in record timing. Ha. 😉

Also, a big thing that happened this week… I went outside, to hang some towels, and looked up to see the tractor rolling away. “OK…” So I rush in, yell for Dad, and we all run out. A loud crash sound. Kody and I put up Sugar Baby and Ziibi, who were ‘mowing’ the yard…

The tractor plowed through the fence. Amazingly didn’t knock over any posts (it came close!), so we fixed the fence. The tractor ran into the pond, down the steep rocky ditch, and when it came to the pond… turned. No lie. It didn’t go full into the pond. Somehow, it turned and was on the edge of the pond. Dad drove it out. The tractor did not break, and it didn’t crash into the water. How?

We all knew the answer. An angel. God literally took the wheel. That was a big deal for us; without that tractor, we’d be in big trouble. But God is always taking care of us.

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It was a rainy, thundering day… I made hot coco… and WROTE! 🙂

And, as always, some snippets of Jump. Please tell me what y’all think of Jump, from what you’ve read! I always love talking about stuff with y’all. 🙂



One of the imps that was tormenting Derek Clemins was Despair. Despair’s   large, black heap of smelly sulfur form was tremoring with cruel delight as Derek cowered and groaned under Despair’s impression. Despair was yanking on Derek’s body with growing anticipation. Despair had gaping eye sockets that were pushed far back into his black, blurry face, and red eyes with woeful black slits for pupils. He was a large demon, one that never rested or idled, and never stopped looking for a victim in which to play with. Now, Despair spoke words of terror and formed a show inside Derek’s mind.

   Fear was right alongside Despair. Fear was a large shrunken black form, with large yellow orbs for eyes. Fear’s long, gnarly black claws probed and tugged on Derek’s head, gripping harder, harder, harder still. Derek screamed out. Fear and Despair both cackled, pushing harder.



**From Sam’s POV**

 “Isaac doesn’t want it to be real.” Derek finished.

“No. But I’ll talk to him.” Rene’ glanced over the crowd of people in line ahead of us. She spotted Isaac, and Rebecca, shrugging slightly. “I’ve never kept anything from my parents. Why should this be different? They’ve seen the spirit world, some.”
  Rene’s words surprised me. “Just for now, Rene’. And….” My mind whirled. I didn’t want to hurt Rene’, but I had to keep everyone safe. How did I do that? “And maybe God’ll show us and we can tell our parents. We just can’t make this explode right now.”
  Rene’ met my eyes again. It felt like she saw right through my disguise. Maybe she did.

“Alright.” Rene’ said firmly.

“If we act weird tonight, our parents will notice.” Derek stood slightly taller, letting out a breath of air.
 “I guess we gotta act normal.” Rene’ frowned.

“We get on some more rides, and try to have fun.” Ironic words, I mused, but our parents would notice the smallest hint of something being wrong. Considering what we’d seen, it seemed impossible to hide our anxiety and discontentment; but we had to try.

 “We got on this ride and puke our brains out. We’ll be fine.” Derek murmured, forcing a small smile.




  ** From Derek’s POV**

I slept in late the next morning, had no more nightmares, and looked like I’d gotten hit by a dump truck. There were bags under my eyes and I felt like a heavy robot. I got dressed in a T-shirt, jeans, and styled my hair. Downstairs, Mom had made pancakes, My favorite.

   I hated making Mom and Pop stress out. I had scared the life out of them last night. And now, this morning, Mom wore a bright smile, to reassure me, and had cooked us a hearty breakfast. I had no doubt she was bone tired.

   And it was my fault.



God is always there for us, and His plan is better than anything we could imagine.

God bless,


What is your Camp NaNo project? How is it going? Do you think Jump sounds interesting?

July Camp NaNo, Week 1 | Step off The Edge


The beginning of July has been a huge mess. To put it directly, it’s just been stressful. Soo stressful. But, God has this. He’s got it under control. I know this. We just have to keep fighting. Sometimes, it feels like that’s all we’re ever doing. Fighting. Trudging. Beating our hands against doors that just won’t open. But God has a Way. We have to listen, and be still.

Some of you may know, I was planning on doing a project this month, my first ever nonfiction work. Come Walk With Me was going to be a compilation of stories from people who suffer with Lyme disease. However, when I tried to start get emails together, and try to find folks willing to participate- life got in the way. It was just too much to try and reach out to others, when life was calling too hard. I will still do CWWM, but that isn’t for me right now. Life is to crazy. But I do pray to do that project- it is very important to me to get Lymies’ voices out there!
So. What am I doing? Well, the day I decided I couldn’t do CWWM, God gave me a dream. No lie, folks, God is epic. So, I told my dream to my family- and we were all laughing. It was great. Later, Ma suggests I write a story about that dream. I can make it a comedy, too, she said, since it made everyone laugh.

The book I am writing is called Jump (UPDATE! If I talked to you before the 9th of July, I was calling this book ‘Step Off The Edge’. Well, I changed the name, and it may keep changing, who knows, ha…). That title reflects how I feel at this point in life. I am tweaking a few things in the book vs. the dream… such as, the ages. In my dream, ‘we’ were older. But, I’m sorta ‘adulted’ out in writing for now… I do want to try this book from a teenager’s perspective. Yikes, ha. 😉 But I think it’ll help.

Again, this book is fresh- and I’m still getting ideas together and all. Like, do I want to keep it more ‘crazy’, or tone it down, or smash some other story ideas in with more of the craziness?  With God’s help, I pray this book pulls together and all. So, one week in of Camp, and I’ve been writing Jump for maybe 3 days… and my total word count is about 3,000. Meh.

This 4th of July, we made it to the river. 🙂 Which was awesome.

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My amazing parents.

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Now, for some tiny little snippets of Jump.. Because I’m generous. 😛



Theo had upped and left, started his own life, and we, the family who actually loved him; we were left behind, like dust in the wind. I had no doubt Theo had forgotten about us. He gave no phone calls, unless it was a birthday or a holiday, and even then, he oftentimes forgot. If he managed to call on time, he usually had an excuse to leave the call short. That’s the way it was. We weren’t first choice for visits or holiday vacations, either.

    We were left behind.




“In here!” Sam replied loud enough for us to hear. He was in the kitchen, a big grin on his face, looking up from where he was unpacking a box of kitchen utensils.

  Lynn skipped across the living room, into the kitchen, asking;

“Where’s Ava?”

  Sam nodded to the hallway, across the living room. “She’s in her room.” Sam smiled at Lynn, quirking an eyebrow. “What, I don’t get a hug?”
 Lynn batted her eyelashes, only putting up with Sam, and hugged him quickly. Rosie struggled in my arms.

“Down, down,” Rosie mumbled in a cutesy baby voice. I hefted her higher in my arms, smiling at Sam.

“Alright, you girls go play.” I set Rosie down on the polished hardwood floor. She toddled after Lynn, who took her hand, leading her to Ava’s room. Ava’s happy shrieks and Rosie’s excited yell rose from the room. The girls wasted no time in diving into a game.

 I turned to Sam, who winked at me.

“Those girls sure can scream, can’t they?” He mused, setting a few newspaper wrapped plates on the granite countertop. I grinned, leaning on the counter.

 “Ava must’ve gotten it from her uncle.” I teased. Sam made a face in disgust.

 “Mmm. Good one.”





That’s all for now, folks! God bless.


The Dressmaker’s Secret & Ivy Introspective Blog Tour

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Hey folks! I am back today with another blog tour post. 🙂

Kellyn Roth republished The Dressmaker’s Secret, and published Ivy Introspective on the 24th of this month. I beta read both of these lovely books, and I am very excited to see them ready and beautiful to sell. 🙂 Today, I have an author interview with Kellyn Roth to share with you all.




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The Dressmaker’s Secret


After a revealing conversation with the first children of her age she’s ever met, curious eight-year-old Alice Chattoway realizes that one ought to have a father … and she doesn’t. Having determined that his absence is making her mother unhappy, Alice resolves to find him and create a family for herself.

However, Alice’s mother, Miss Chattoway, is reluctant to answer any questions posed about a man she’d much rather forget. While Alice investigates, Miss Chattoway tries to balance her own spiritual turmoil with her need to be both mother and provider to her daughters.

Will Alice ever unravel her mother’s secrets? Can Miss Chattoway let go of the past to reach for the future?


Amazon ~ Goodreads


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Ivy Introspective


Trapped in a world where she doesn’t belong, twelve-year-old Ivy Knight struggles to keep her head above water as her simplicity is brought to light by her new position as a young lady growing up at Pearlbelle Park.

Worried about their daughter’s inability to fit in, Ivy’s parents decide to send her to McCale House, a boarding school in Scotland for boys and girls like her. However, alone and frightened without her beloved mother, sister, and nurse, Ivy can’t seem to focus.

Will Ivy ever learn what Dr. McCale is trying to teach her? Or will she remain lost in her own mind forever?


Amazon ~ Goodreads


Author Bio

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Kellyn Roth was born and raised in the country outside a small town in North-Eastern Oregon. Ever since she could talk, she’s had a fascination with words, always coming up with songs, poems, and stories. Now a homeschooled highschooler, she spends her spare time penning historical novels, several of which have been published.


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The Interview


1. What inspired you to write The Chronicles of Alice and Ivy?
Well, the idea for The Dressmaker’s Secret originally came from me deciding to write a prequel to another series I wrote (which I never finished). I wanted to keep writing about these characters, though, instead of just making TDS a brief peek into the backstory of a character, so … I created The Chronicles of Alice and Ivy.
2. Which character from the Chronicles of Alice and Ivy do you feel most resembles you?
Hmm … that’s a hard but great question! Let’s see.
Well, Claire Chattoway of The Dressmaker’s Secret and I are both similar in personality type. I’m an ISTP/INTJ cross while she’s a plain ol’ INTJ. We’re both quiet around people we don’t know, and we’re both intelligent (haha), although no one could tell because we’d rather not share our great wealth of knowledge with the unworthy. 😉 And Claire and I are both private about our emotions. However, Claire doesn’t have that splash of whimsy and random that I have. (Ignore my ego …)
Alice and I also have a few things in common. However, she’s extroverted and much more sensible than me.
Quite honestly, there has yet to be a character in these books that is a lot like me. However, if I were to pick one, I’d definitely say Claire Chattoway.
3. What are two lessons God taught you while writing the Chronicles of Alice and Ivy? (Two lessons, one for each book; The Dressmaker’s Secret and Ivy Introspective.)
I think the most important lesson I learned while writing The Dressmaker’s Secret was that you need to be forgiving of those who hurt you because no one’s perfect (and because God forgave you). I suppose that’s technically two lessons, but they kind of meld together.
For Ivy Introspective, I think I learned a lot about the different kinds of people God makes. I learned how He loves them and how He created them individually to each fulfill different tasks + He has a plan for each and every one of His children. Which is … also more than one lesson. But honestly, God teaches me a lot with every story I write, so it’s hard to narrow it down!
4. Was researching history and such difficult for you when writing the Chronicles of Alice and Ivy?
It wasn’t too difficult, but that’s probably because I didn’t research enough. I did a great deal of my researching with novels written during the time. I also looked up trains, fashions, lighting, mental hospitals, Scotland, and Norfolk (England). I think I spent more time learning about Victorian manners than anything, though.
5. If you could go to one place from your novels, where would you go and visit?
Scotland! Don’t get me wrong; I love England to death, and I would give almost anything to go there, but Scotland holds a certain draw for me. I’m probably about 1/4 Scottish (give or take; there’s also some Irish, English, Norwegian, Swiss, Dutch, and maybe some Jewish in me … honestly, I’m all over the place …), so Scotland is important to me.
6. What message do you pray your readers will take from reading your books?
Hopefully the messages I learned, although if they could just catch a little glimpse of God’s incredible power, love, and sacrifice, I would be incredibly happy and blessed.


Tuesday the 20th

-Lana @ The Music of Words (book and character spotlight)

Wednesday the 21st

-Faith Blum @ Bookish Orchestrations (author interview)

Thursday the 22nd

-Leona @ Great Books for God’s Girls (review of IvIn, author interview)

Friday the 23rd

-Jordy @ Jordy Leigh (author interview)

-Tonya @ Literary Musings (reviews of TDS and IvIn)

Saturday the 24th

-May Everly @ Forever and Everly (author interview)

-Zane Jones @ Simple Impossibilities (author interview)

Sunday the 25th

-Dani Eide @ Perspective of a Writer (character interview and spotlight)

Monday the 26th

-Anika Joy @ This Journey Called Life (review of TDS and IvIn)

-Maddy @ Girls Living for God’s Glory (book spotlight)

Tuesday the 27th

-Heather @ Frozen Books Blog (guest post)

Wednesday the 28th

-Jesseca Wheaton @ Whimsical Writings for His Glory (author interview, book spotlight)

-Jaylee Morgan @ Jaylee Morgan Writes (character interview and guest post)

-J.C. Buchanan @ Beyond the Amethyst (review of TDS and IvIn)

Thursday the 29th

-Zielle @ My Homeschool Notebook (review of TDS and IvIn)

-Sarah Briel @ Penumbra Reviews (review of TDS and IvIn, author interview)

-Sel H. @ Hearth (author interview)

Friday the 30th

-Angela R. Watts @ The Peculiar Messenger (author interview)

-Lainey @ Direct My Paths (reviews of TDS, character interview and spotlight)

-Dawn Dagger @ Dawn Dagger’s Official Blog (review of TDS, author interview)


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(Click the above link to enter the giveaway.)


Thank you for letting me be a part of the blog tour, Kellyn! I enjoyed these books immensely. 🙂 God bless you all!

-Angela Watts