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September 22, 2016
Days and Hours
I haven't hardly had any time to sit and write a blog post this week. So much has happened, so much is still happening.
First news off, my sister has had her baby! She had the little one at 12:14 am...yes, Am, not PM...On September 21st. Felicity Hope is an adorable little baby who hardly cries and just sleeps in a little bundle. I feel like, every time I pick her up, I'll drop her or break her simply by looking at her, she's so tiny! Her skin is the shade of dark peaches and her eyes are the coolest gray blue. When they're open, but that's not very often. :)
I could go on and on about how precious she is, but I'll probably get to that later. (But did I mention that she is precious, and adorable and absolutely holdable? :))
My mother and I have been watching my 2-year-old niece while my sister is recovering in the hospital. It has been, well, interesting. Exhausting, but it's been good at the same time. That little one eats more than I do! :)
My Mamma and I didn't get home from the hospital until 3:30 am yesterday morning. And having to watch a little one the next day (who also didn't get much sleep,) we're both extremely tired and I've passed the stage of slapstick humor. So if anything I say in this post or otherwise is really dumb, now you'll know why. :) It doesn't even feel like Thursday to me as I write this, since all my days and hours are running in together. :)
But spending all that time in the hospital with my sister sure gave me some good reading time while waiting for things to happen. I'm almost finished with "Beside a Burning Sea." I think I have about three chapters left. *pauses, and runs to make sure it's only three* I can't wait to rate it and start reading another one. :) I hope you all are having a wonderful week!
First news off, my sister has had her baby! She had the little one at 12:14 am...yes, Am, not PM...On September 21st. Felicity Hope is an adorable little baby who hardly cries and just sleeps in a little bundle. I feel like, every time I pick her up, I'll drop her or break her simply by looking at her, she's so tiny! Her skin is the shade of dark peaches and her eyes are the coolest gray blue. When they're open, but that's not very often. :)
I could go on and on about how precious she is, but I'll probably get to that later. (But did I mention that she is precious, and adorable and absolutely holdable? :))
My mother and I have been watching my 2-year-old niece while my sister is recovering in the hospital. It has been, well, interesting. Exhausting, but it's been good at the same time. That little one eats more than I do! :)
My Mamma and I didn't get home from the hospital until 3:30 am yesterday morning. And having to watch a little one the next day (who also didn't get much sleep,) we're both extremely tired and I've passed the stage of slapstick humor. So if anything I say in this post or otherwise is really dumb, now you'll know why. :) It doesn't even feel like Thursday to me as I write this, since all my days and hours are running in together. :)
But spending all that time in the hospital with my sister sure gave me some good reading time while waiting for things to happen. I'm almost finished with "Beside a Burning Sea." I think I have about three chapters left. *pauses, and runs to make sure it's only three* I can't wait to rate it and start reading another one. :) I hope you all are having a wonderful week!
September 13, 2016
Autumn Evenings
The chill of the season of Autumn has been coming more frequently, now, wrapping myself and those around me in colder hugs that make us reach for the button down sweater or curl underneath layers of blankets. Tonight, as I walk barefoot across my yard, the moon is concealed behind several heavy layers of clouds. Ten or twelve crickets make music while a cold breeze plays with my hair. The only sounds to be heard are the few crickets - the last remaining little creatures from the summertime chorus that they had made - the wind in my ears and the sound of a distant highway. Oh, and I mustn't forget that screech from an unknown animal who seemed intent on ruining my peaceful moment.
The last two days have been filled with noise, ticking clocks that move faster than a leaf's journey from the trees to the ground in high winds and a to-do list that never seemed to end. But in this moment, there was nothing for me to do. Nothing, that is, but head inside, make a cup of chamomile tea and sit at my computer, the sound of the still night just outside my window.
What are some ways that you can find peace and quiet after days packed full of everyday adventures, dear readers? Do you curl up with a cup of tea and watch the sun go down? Perhaps a cup of coffee and some soundtracks might do the trick. Or perhaps nothing to drink at all, rather a batch of cookies and sitting beside the sea, listening to the waves splashing up on the shoreline? For myself, I know that one of the ways to quiet myself is in the way I've described. To listen to the sound of nothing as the blue sky is shrouded by blackness with tiny pinholes of white coming through. It is in these moments that soft music plays in my head, whether it's the music of Creation or a classical piece played by one of the greats. Writing inspiration comes from times like this and I feel closer to God while sitting still and listening to the quietness of the nighttime.
I hope that this evening finds you in a quiet moment here and there, whether it's a brief pause to look up at the stars or drinking the last cup of hot chocolate for the evening. Whatever special moment that comes to you, I hope that in that moment, you remember how much you are cared for by the Creator or even simply how beautiful the little things can be.
The last two days have been filled with noise, ticking clocks that move faster than a leaf's journey from the trees to the ground in high winds and a to-do list that never seemed to end. But in this moment, there was nothing for me to do. Nothing, that is, but head inside, make a cup of chamomile tea and sit at my computer, the sound of the still night just outside my window.
What are some ways that you can find peace and quiet after days packed full of everyday adventures, dear readers? Do you curl up with a cup of tea and watch the sun go down? Perhaps a cup of coffee and some soundtracks might do the trick. Or perhaps nothing to drink at all, rather a batch of cookies and sitting beside the sea, listening to the waves splashing up on the shoreline? For myself, I know that one of the ways to quiet myself is in the way I've described. To listen to the sound of nothing as the blue sky is shrouded by blackness with tiny pinholes of white coming through. It is in these moments that soft music plays in my head, whether it's the music of Creation or a classical piece played by one of the greats. Writing inspiration comes from times like this and I feel closer to God while sitting still and listening to the quietness of the nighttime.
I hope that this evening finds you in a quiet moment here and there, whether it's a brief pause to look up at the stars or drinking the last cup of hot chocolate for the evening. Whatever special moment that comes to you, I hope that in that moment, you remember how much you are cared for by the Creator or even simply how beautiful the little things can be.
September 6, 2016
Into Something Beautiful
So my latest blog post (I blush to think that I actually wrote that jibberish) stated "I did not find inspiration...in the beautiful sunset this evening."
Such is not the case for this blog post.
Today was a day filled with rehearsing worship music for an upcoming conference, then volunteering at the woman's center followed by a state play rehearsal. Each item enjoyable, however leaving me weary as we drove home this evening.
After unloading everything out of the family van and into the house, I took one glance out the window at the sunset I had been admiring on the way home.
“Ohhh, look at it now.”
I stepped out the front door, walking into the yard barefoot as I often do and gazed at the sunset. A good-sized cloud that had been a dull gray all day now rested directly above the mountain where the sun began to descend for the night. I looked all around me. The afternoon sky had been filled with clouds that day, covering almost every surface with little breaks between them to remind us that the blue sky and sun were still there. They had all been gray and dull.
But not anymore.
The sun's rays reached up and touched every one of them, even the clouds in the east. The very tips of the clouds that hung in the sky were dipped in pink, orange and blue. The cloud that was most gray that hung over the descending sun glowed with a color that seemed much brighter than the sun, itself. Beautiful, stunning gold lined the very edges of the cloud and the sun shone the most beautiful orange color as a farewell to the evening.
As I stood there, captivated by the sunset, I was remind of how God had taken something gray, ordinary and dare I say dull that day and turned it into something that made me pause and stand there, unable to rip my eyes away. He does not do that just with sunsets or sunrises that chase the night away. He does the same in lives that are given over to Him. He takes something gray and turns it into something gold. He can take something that others may consider ordinary and dull, yet turn it into something that will take your breath away. He can take a human life and transform it into such beauty that brings Him glory and happiness.
His beauty had me in awe of Him all day today, and I could do nothing but thank Him. If only you could have seen the sunset tonight, dear readers. I cannot think of a time when the clouds have been so shimmering gold.
Such is not the case for this blog post.
Today was a day filled with rehearsing worship music for an upcoming conference, then volunteering at the woman's center followed by a state play rehearsal. Each item enjoyable, however leaving me weary as we drove home this evening.
After unloading everything out of the family van and into the house, I took one glance out the window at the sunset I had been admiring on the way home.
“Ohhh, look at it now.”
I stepped out the front door, walking into the yard barefoot as I often do and gazed at the sunset. A good-sized cloud that had been a dull gray all day now rested directly above the mountain where the sun began to descend for the night. I looked all around me. The afternoon sky had been filled with clouds that day, covering almost every surface with little breaks between them to remind us that the blue sky and sun were still there. They had all been gray and dull.
But not anymore.
The sun's rays reached up and touched every one of them, even the clouds in the east. The very tips of the clouds that hung in the sky were dipped in pink, orange and blue. The cloud that was most gray that hung over the descending sun glowed with a color that seemed much brighter than the sun, itself. Beautiful, stunning gold lined the very edges of the cloud and the sun shone the most beautiful orange color as a farewell to the evening.
As I stood there, captivated by the sunset, I was remind of how God had taken something gray, ordinary and dare I say dull that day and turned it into something that made me pause and stand there, unable to rip my eyes away. He does not do that just with sunsets or sunrises that chase the night away. He does the same in lives that are given over to Him. He takes something gray and turns it into something gold. He can take something that others may consider ordinary and dull, yet turn it into something that will take your breath away. He can take a human life and transform it into such beauty that brings Him glory and happiness.
His beauty had me in awe of Him all day today, and I could do nothing but thank Him. If only you could have seen the sunset tonight, dear readers. I cannot think of a time when the clouds have been so shimmering gold.
September 5, 2016
A Great Title! That I don't have...
Oh, the life of a writer.
Cups clutter the surface of my desk. Empty cups. My trashcan overflows with chocolate wrappers and kleenex boxes. My leather chair sits, inviting me to come and sit once more, and type a few more words...just a few more words...in this blog. To be honest, I have no idea what to write about. Blog about. I guess I'm having another case of writer's block, oh, that dreaded disease!
I'm currently hidden away in my room, with a kink in my neck and lack of motivation to write not just my blog, but my novel as well. Here I am, about halfway done with the editing process and yet, my motivation and inspiration is non-existent today. I have no idea where it is, but it is not hidden among the empty cups or the beautiful sunset I saw this evening. Procrastination tugs at my fingers and my mind, and how many times have I stared off out the window, thinking about something completely unrelated? I've lost count of how many times today. But something tells me that my characters aren't going anywhere. I can't get rid of them if I try. It's pretty bad when I even have dreams about them.
So much has been going happening. My sister is getting ready to have another little baby! She and her husband are very excited, as am I to see the little baby girl. As the due date draws near, the excitement excels ever higher. I know it's been a while since I posted on this blog. And I also know that I'm terrible at writing blogs...but I keep trying. I've been reading up on them, really. It's not easy so far. :/ But I sincerely hope that all my readers are having a fantastic week and I look forward to blogging again. If I can get my act together, that is. And now I shall return to the world of characters and writing and drinking as much tea as I possibly can. Good evening!
Cups clutter the surface of my desk. Empty cups. My trashcan overflows with chocolate wrappers and kleenex boxes. My leather chair sits, inviting me to come and sit once more, and type a few more words...just a few more words...in this blog. To be honest, I have no idea what to write about. Blog about. I guess I'm having another case of writer's block, oh, that dreaded disease!
I'm currently hidden away in my room, with a kink in my neck and lack of motivation to write not just my blog, but my novel as well. Here I am, about halfway done with the editing process and yet, my motivation and inspiration is non-existent today. I have no idea where it is, but it is not hidden among the empty cups or the beautiful sunset I saw this evening. Procrastination tugs at my fingers and my mind, and how many times have I stared off out the window, thinking about something completely unrelated? I've lost count of how many times today. But something tells me that my characters aren't going anywhere. I can't get rid of them if I try. It's pretty bad when I even have dreams about them.
So much has been going happening. My sister is getting ready to have another little baby! She and her husband are very excited, as am I to see the little baby girl. As the due date draws near, the excitement excels ever higher. I know it's been a while since I posted on this blog. And I also know that I'm terrible at writing blogs...but I keep trying. I've been reading up on them, really. It's not easy so far. :/ But I sincerely hope that all my readers are having a fantastic week and I look forward to blogging again. If I can get my act together, that is. And now I shall return to the world of characters and writing and drinking as much tea as I possibly can. Good evening!
August 23, 2016
Beautiful Gray Skies
Hello, Readers!
For the post of the week, here goes.
My desk sits in front of my window. And out the window today where I live is a lovely day. A gentle breeze is teasing the rosebush and the lilac bushes that surround it. Above, a creamy gray sky is giving us a nice break from the sun.
It is days like this that I love the most. Cooler weather with beautiful cloudy skies. Even though I love to be happy and joyful, (sometimes overloading on the happiness a bit :)) I enjoy these cooler days. There's just something about them, isn't there?
I'm sitting down to work on my novel, reading the first chapter and, well, editing it, I can say. And on a cool day such as today, that will be rather enjoyable.
I hope that you are all having a great week and that you are reading many, many good books!
For the post of the week, here goes.
My desk sits in front of my window. And out the window today where I live is a lovely day. A gentle breeze is teasing the rosebush and the lilac bushes that surround it. Above, a creamy gray sky is giving us a nice break from the sun.
It is days like this that I love the most. Cooler weather with beautiful cloudy skies. Even though I love to be happy and joyful, (sometimes overloading on the happiness a bit :)) I enjoy these cooler days. There's just something about them, isn't there?
I'm sitting down to work on my novel, reading the first chapter and, well, editing it, I can say. And on a cool day such as today, that will be rather enjoyable.
I hope that you are all having a great week and that you are reading many, many good books!
August 15, 2016
Of Kittens and New Words
Good evening, everyone!
I hope that you all have had a wonderful week! It has been pretty packed-full busy for me. But it was productive and I'm ready to start the week all over again! I hope yours is going well so far!
Today, I am writing this post with my kitten, Hadassah in mind. Actually, she's not a kitten. She's a cat; but to me, she'll always be a baby. And the way she likes to play on the treadmill, whether or not it is running, is entirely kitten behavior in my opinion.
Hadassah my cat is the daughter of our barn cat, Angel. She is about five years old, I want to say, and a calico beauty she is to me. She's very quiet, and even when she's stepped on quite by accident, she never really meows louder than a soft whisper's breath.
I know, that was very random news about my kitten Hadassah. has nothing to do with my writing, right? Well, actually, it does. Hadassah is my little writing companion. She sleeps on my bed while I sit at my desk and type away on a keyboard. Often, I turn to her and ask, "What do you think this character should do next?" Her response? Looking at me with that disgusted glare that only cats can get and I can read it on her face. "I'm trying to sleep. Silence!"
Also, another update that I'm excited about. Last week, my blog stated that my Mamma was reading through my next novel that I aspire to publish and was editing it? Well, the great news and update is that she's finished editing it for me this week and I'll start re-reading through it, adding everything that needs to be added to the mixture to the document. I hope that it'll go smoothly. This is the easy part. It was the writing that was hard on this one!
Until my next blog post! I hope that your week is filled with fantastic days!
I hope that you all have had a wonderful week! It has been pretty packed-full busy for me. But it was productive and I'm ready to start the week all over again! I hope yours is going well so far!
Today, I am writing this post with my kitten, Hadassah in mind. Actually, she's not a kitten. She's a cat; but to me, she'll always be a baby. And the way she likes to play on the treadmill, whether or not it is running, is entirely kitten behavior in my opinion.
Hadassah my cat is the daughter of our barn cat, Angel. She is about five years old, I want to say, and a calico beauty she is to me. She's very quiet, and even when she's stepped on quite by accident, she never really meows louder than a soft whisper's breath.
I know, that was very random news about my kitten Hadassah. has nothing to do with my writing, right? Well, actually, it does. Hadassah is my little writing companion. She sleeps on my bed while I sit at my desk and type away on a keyboard. Often, I turn to her and ask, "What do you think this character should do next?" Her response? Looking at me with that disgusted glare that only cats can get and I can read it on her face. "I'm trying to sleep. Silence!"
Also, another update that I'm excited about. Last week, my blog stated that my Mamma was reading through my next novel that I aspire to publish and was editing it? Well, the great news and update is that she's finished editing it for me this week and I'll start re-reading through it, adding everything that needs to be added to the mixture to the document. I hope that it'll go smoothly. This is the easy part. It was the writing that was hard on this one!
Until my next blog post! I hope that your week is filled with fantastic days!
August 8, 2016
Introduction
Greetings, friends and readers!
I'm Autumn Slaght and this is my introduction to my first ever blog!
I confess, I've never written a blog before. Up until sometime a year or two ago, I had no idea what a blog even was! (Even today, I'm still a little unsure of how it actually works…) It's okay, you can laugh and gape at me if you wish. Truth is, I like to be old-fashioned, you can say. So if any of you have any tips on writing a blog, please feel free to share them with me! I'm a complete and utter novice who would love to learn!
Oh...you are probably wondering what I'm going to be writing about. Newsflash: So am I! While I'm finding my wings on blogging, I'll probably experiment with many different topics such as the progress of my new next novel, random trivias or facts about First Soprano; the one that is published, what I'm reading now and thoughts on music and books.
To cover a few of the above topics, how is my next novel coming along? The one who's name remains a secret? Well, currently it's being edited by my mother who was also my teacher for 12 years plus. *bites nails anxiously* Why does the thought of having someone else read my unfinished work make me cringe, make my stomach go upside down and make me nervous?
Right now, I'm only reading one book. It's not even a novel; it's nonfiction. “Captivating” is, well, captivating. The writing style of the writers is very impressive. I love picking it up to read, even if it is as midnight when I can. I cannot wait to read the entire thing and at the same time, I don't want it to be over.
Well...that's all I can think of for now. This is my first ever blog post. Probably isn't worth reading much, but it was my first attempt. If you cringed while reading it, and admitted aloud or silently that Autumn Slaght has no blogging skills whatsoever, you'd probably be right. My only hope is that there is hope for me to learn yet!
Until next time!
P.S. My apologies for the choppy writing style. It's not my norm, I assure you. I'll be working on that in my posts as well. :)
I'm Autumn Slaght and this is my introduction to my first ever blog!
I confess, I've never written a blog before. Up until sometime a year or two ago, I had no idea what a blog even was! (Even today, I'm still a little unsure of how it actually works…) It's okay, you can laugh and gape at me if you wish. Truth is, I like to be old-fashioned, you can say. So if any of you have any tips on writing a blog, please feel free to share them with me! I'm a complete and utter novice who would love to learn!
Oh...you are probably wondering what I'm going to be writing about. Newsflash: So am I! While I'm finding my wings on blogging, I'll probably experiment with many different topics such as the progress of my new next novel, random trivias or facts about First Soprano; the one that is published, what I'm reading now and thoughts on music and books.
To cover a few of the above topics, how is my next novel coming along? The one who's name remains a secret? Well, currently it's being edited by my mother who was also my teacher for 12 years plus. *bites nails anxiously* Why does the thought of having someone else read my unfinished work make me cringe, make my stomach go upside down and make me nervous?
Right now, I'm only reading one book. It's not even a novel; it's nonfiction. “Captivating” is, well, captivating. The writing style of the writers is very impressive. I love picking it up to read, even if it is as midnight when I can. I cannot wait to read the entire thing and at the same time, I don't want it to be over.
Well...that's all I can think of for now. This is my first ever blog post. Probably isn't worth reading much, but it was my first attempt. If you cringed while reading it, and admitted aloud or silently that Autumn Slaght has no blogging skills whatsoever, you'd probably be right. My only hope is that there is hope for me to learn yet!
Until next time!
P.S. My apologies for the choppy writing style. It's not my norm, I assure you. I'll be working on that in my posts as well. :)
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Autumn Slaght writes about thoughts that come to mind through everyday things; anything from newborn babies to beautiful sunsets.
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