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Good afternoon everyone, hope your weekend is going well.
I can't believe I forgot to post this here, since it's all over my Facebook and Twitter, but as of yesterday A New Season is on sale for $0.99. The sale will last until 9/11/2015. Just click on the title and you'll be directed the listing on Amazon. Below is listed a little teaser to peak your interest:
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Remind me again exactly why I wanted to go to college," I ask my boyfriend, Joaquin, as we walk hand in hand down the sidewalk.  "Because you wanted to try something new, make a life for yourself. And, oh, yeah, your parents would have killed you if you didn't."Right.Leave it up to Joaquin to bring me back down to earth. Just when I think I can't go on, I can count on him to set me straight. That's why I love him. I think. It's also the reason why I sometimes want to punch him in the face. I mean, sure it's great having a boyfriend looking out for your best interests, but sometimes a girl just needs to vent without being told she's wrong."Steph, don't worry. This is our first semester. Everyone says it's the hardest. Besides, you're just putting way too much pressure on yourself; you'll ace that psychology test tomorrow.""You think so?"He kisses my forehead. "I know so."I don't want to ruin this romantic moment by telling him that's so something my mom would say.The mid-September breeze fills the air as we walk back to the dorms from the cafe we've designated as our study spot. Once we reach the hall my room is located on, we pause to say goodbye."You want to catch a movie tomorrow night?" I ask, still wrapped in Joaquin's arms.He sighs. "Sorry, but I already had plans with the guys tomorrow night."My heart sinks. "That's okay. Maybe we can do something Sunday."He shrugs. "We'll see.""Guess I'll catch ya later.""Yeah. Just remember; don't worry."I smile. "Thanks.""Welcome."The butterflies in my stomach die down as I walk to the dorm room I share with my best friend Hayley. And as I unlock and open the door, all sense of fantasy flees and reality smacks me right in the face. Turns out having a full class schedule can really get in the way of your cleaning habits. Currently my and Hayley's dorm room is a hazard site of personal items strewn across the floor. I wouldn't call myself a neat freak, not like my friend Amy or my mom, but I do like my living space to be somewhat organized and clean. At least enough to where things can be found easily. But being busy with classes and studying and trying to adjust to all this while living on my own for the first time has pulled my attention away from domestic duties. Yet now that I see how bad it's actually gotten in here, I decide that enough is enough. So, tying my honey blonde hair in a ponytail to keep it out of my face, I get to work.Removing a trash bag from the box of cleaning supplies Mom packed for me, I start picking up all the trash and putting it in the bag while piling my clothes in my purple hamper. I also try to get some of Hayley's stuff put away. A good deal of it is lying on my side of the room. Even after thirteen years of friendship, I never realized how messy she is. Seeing Hayley's lack of cleaning skills, I have my suspicions that Mrs. Meyers did most of the housework when Hayley was growing up. During my expedition, I find the phone charger I lost two weeks ago, numerous wrappers from my and Hayley's favorite brand of granola bars, and a bottle of neon green nail polish under my bed I don't recall my friends or I ever wearing. Suspecting the bottle belonged to the previous dorm occupants, I throw it away and then take out the vacuum cleaner and go over the floor.Once I've gotten everything fairly organized, I finish off by spraying some awesome smelling air freshener. I have to admit, it feels so much better in here. Now it's time to hit the books. Yay. Not.I study for a good hour before Hayley comes back from her last class of the week. It's so weird being on totally different schedules from my friends. Just last year, we were all in school at the exact same time, with the same lunch hour and everything. But now we're all over the place, which makes it hard to plan anything together. It makes me sad."Ugh! Why is college so hard?" Hayley moans as she closes the door."Still having trouble with algebra?" I ask as I close my English composition book."Yes. Professor McGregor is a bear. I asked one simple question and he just totally flipped out, saying I'm supposed to be able to figure this out myself and told me to look it up in the text book, which did absolutely no good.""I know what you mean. They say we're all adults and we need to handle all of this on our own, but how do they expect us to learn without any help?"Hayley grabs a bottle of water from our mini fridge and takes a drink. "Tell me about it.""I think I'm gonna go do some laundry. You want to come?""No, I need to study. We had our first test on Monday and we got them back today. I made a D on it. But Amy said she'd help me tomorrow night, so maybe this will all start to make sense.""That's too bad. Do you want me to take some of your clothes with me?"She looks at her hamper. "No, I think I'm good for now. Thanks anyway. Hey, it looks really good in here. Thanks for sprucing it up. I'll try and remember to clean up more."Lugging my hamper that is bursting at the seams, I go downstairs to the laundry room. I find the one free washing machine and shove my clothes in, pour detergent over them, add my quarters and close the lid. After my clothes go through the wash cycle and start to rinse, Breanna James, my friend Regan's roommate, walks up to me."Hey," I say lightly."Hey, how are you?" she asks breathlessly, setting her hamper on the floor."I'm okay."Breanna looks around the room. "Looks like I picked a bad time to do laundry.""Yeah, this place seems to be pretty popular tonight."I've only known Breanna since the beginning of school when she and Reagan we're assigned to the same room, but I already consider her a friend and think the rest of my friends feel the same. She's a really nice person.We talk as she waits for a washing machine to free up. She's wearing her scrubs, ready for her weekly night shift. Breanna works as a CNA at the hospital and studies nursing here at the university. Someone finally pulls their clothes out of a washing machine a few rows down and Breanna tells me goodbye. About that time, my clothes finish washing and I put them in the dryer. As they spin around and around in the steaming hot machine, I go down the hall to the cafeteria and pick up the spaghetti, garlic bread, and salad they're serving this evening. As I pick up my tray and walk to a table, it occurs to me how the old me would cringe at the sight of this food. I will the thought away. This time last year was a pretty tough time in my life. My number one priority was losing weight and I was willing to do just about anything to become model thin. It was ruining my life. But by the grace of God, my sister got through to me and I finally realized what's important in life. And I realized that just because you aren't super skinny doesn't mean you can't be beautiful. At times I still find myself questioning if I should eat regular foods like meat or pasta. Sometimes I still hear that nasty voice that tells me not to eat at all. But when that voice appears in my head, I pray hard and tell myself that that voice is wrong.As I eat my dinner, I see my friends Leah and Amy enter the cafeteria. They wave at me as they get in line and then come and sit with me. "What have you two been up to?" I ask as they sit down."I just got out of chemistry 2," says Amy, brushing her straightened red hair out of her face. Since starting college, my curly haired friend has a new found love for the flat iron. I swear she uses hers at least twice a day now."I just got a job."  Leah grins bashfully. Leah and I haven't been close friends for a very long, but now I can't imagine my life without her. She's got such a sweet spirit and is always there to cheer people up when they're down."Really? Where?" I've been looking into getting a part time job myself, though it'll be tricky trying to balance work with all this new homework."The university's library." "Getting an early start, huh?" I ask. Leah is going to college to be a school librarian. "Are you and Joaquin going to the freshmen dance next week?" asks Amy, patting her mouth with a napkin.I shake my head. "Nah. Neither of us are very big on dances, which is kind of ironic since we first got together at prom. Are you guys going?"I find that Amy is going with a guy from her Organic Chemistry class and Leah doesn't plan on going. Can't say I blame her.Once I've finished my dinner, I go back to the laundry room and fold my warm and dry clothes, then go upstairs to my room. Hayley is sitting at her desk, talking on the phone. She looks up and half-heartedly smiles, then takes her phone call to the bathroom. I hear her say "Mom." Guess she and Mrs. Meyers are talking about something personal. After all of my clothes are put away, I notice my computer technology text book lying on my desk. With a sigh, I sit on my bed and crack it open. We have a test on Monday and I want to do the best I possibly can on it. I swear, this class will be the death of me. And my professor, Mr. Evans, is a real piece of work."A lot of you come into this class thinking it will be simple," he said, stroking his salt-and-pepper beard as he paced about the room on the first day off class. "A quick class, something that will look good on your résumés as you apply for jobs. But it won't be easy. A lot of you will fail."Very encouraging, don't you think?Hayley walks out of the bathroom and flops down on her bed with a sigh."Was that your mom on the phone?" I ask.Hayley nods her head slowly. "Yep.""Everything okay?""Yeah, just the usual. Mom's having a meltdown."Mrs. Meyers seems to be having a lot of "meltdowns" lately. Every time she talks to her on the phone, Hayley tells me how depressed she seems. I bet she just really misses having Hayley at home."Ugh, if I study anymore my brain will explode!" says Hayley. "Let's go out.""I just ate dinner.""So did I." She points to the empty Easy Mac containers on her desk. "Let's go to the mall, go bowling, or go to the drugstore. I don't care; let's just do anything but stay at this stinkin' school."I have to admit, getting off of campus does sound nice. I haven't left in a week. And we're probably low on groceries....."Okay, let's go."Hayley jumps out of bed. "Hallelujah! Let's go see if Amy and Leah and Reagan and Breanna want to go," she says in her fast paced fashion.As Hayley runs down the hallway to our friends' rooms, I text Joaquin and ask if he wants to go with us.Hey, want to go bowling with us?
It takes a while for him to respond.
I don't know Steph......
Come on, Joaquin. You know you want to! :)
Another minute passes.
Okay. Meet you by the entrance doors.
I find it weird that I practically had to beg Joaquin to go bowling with us. Normally he'd jump at the chance to get away from school. Putting my phone in my pocket, I find that Leah accepts and Amy declines, stating she has to go to biology class early in the morning. Reagan already has plans for the night, but Breanna gladly comes with us. Excitement rushes as we walk down the stairs, glad to actually have something fun to do and get away from school for a while. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I find Joaquin waiting for us by the entrance doors. He doesn't look very happy, but I figure he's just tired from going to class all day and then studying all evening.We all pile into Hayley's asthmatic Santa Fe that barely gets her from point A to point B. The plan is that we'll go bowling and then go grocery shopping afterward. Once off of campus, Hayley rolls down the windows, the humid night air stirring, and turns up the radio. We girls laugh and joke as we cruise down the streets. Joaquin almost falls asleep. Bowling is a blast. We give each other silly names for our scoreboard and try to distract one another to keep each other from winning. At the end of the game, Breanna winds up with the highest score. After bowling, we all decide to go to Wendy's for Frosty's. While there, we see a sign that says "now hiring." Hayley picks up an application. Even though I do want to find a job eventually, I pass on this one. I don't think the fast-food industry is really my niche.Even as the five of us shop for groceries at Walmart we have lots of fun. Well, us girls do anyway. We talk about school and people we've been meeting and all sorts of stuff as we load our baskets down with necessities for our dorm rooms. The rest of us stand back and try to keep our cool, chocking back laughs and biting lips to keep from smiling, as Hayley unsuccessfully flirts with the cashier, a guy I vaguely remember seeing around campus. All of us except for Joaquin, that is. He doesn't look amused at all. The cashier is awfully blunt in his rejection. We try to soothe Hayley's bruised ego as we exit the store. She turns on an excruciatingly sad song about heartache as we drive back to school.In just a few short minutes, we're pulling into the campus parking lot. I wish we could have fun nights like this all the time and never worry about school work or finding jobs. Before heading up to my hall, I wrap my arms around Joaquin to give him a hug. He half-heartedly returns the favor."Is something wrong, Joaquin?" I ask, pulling away.He shrugs. "Not really. Just didn't feel like doing much tonight.""Oh. I'm sorry."One of his friends walks by. "Hey man, see you tomorrow!" Joaquin calls to the guy.He turns his attention back to me, pasting on a fake, tired smile. "Listen Steph, don't worry about it. I'll see you later." He walks away from me without another word. I feel almost empty as I watch him saunter down the hallway.Numb, I slowly walk upstairs to my dorm room. Walking down the hall all of my friends and I live on, I silently pray to God, asking Him to fix whatever is wrong between Joaquin and I. A certain sadness washes over me as I open the door to my room, the door to reality. 
Hope you enjoyed this little tidbit and will enjoy reading A New Season. Tune in this week for more writing/book talk. Happy Labor Day!-Miranda Atchley

Favorite Word Friday #1- Marvelous

  Happy Friday everyone! I hope this Friday finds you well. Today I bring to you a brand new feature for the blog: Favorite Word Friday. As an author and a reader, I have many favorite words. Certain words just stir me and I can't get enough of them. So I decided to start writing about my favorite words, which led to Favorite Word Friday. Each Friday I'll be posting one of my favorite words along with the Merriam Webster definition and a paragraph detailing why I love these words. I hope you enjoy and feel free to let me know your favorite words in the comments!
Marvelous adjective mar·vel·ous \ˈmärv-(ə-)ləs\Definition: extremely good or enjoyable
   There's something about the word "marvelous." I just love it. Maybe it's due to the fact that it's connotation is one of positivity. Maybe it's because I love the Eisley song "MarvelousThings." Or perhaps it's because you always think of a woman in the 1920's wearing elbow length gloves saying "Mah-velous Dahling." Whatever the case, marvelous is one of my favorite words. I'll try to use it in writing as often as I can. I love hearing this word. Yeah, it's one of favorites.
  So there's the first installment of Favorite Word Friday. I hope you enjoyed. Have a marvelous weekend! ;-)-Miranda Atchley

It's All In The Details

  I think one of the most overlooked, yet most important parts of writing is details.  A lot of people think details are silly and they don't matter, but I feel like they actually bring the story to life. To me, working in your characters favorite color, song, food etc... into the story makes the character seem more real. Even adding in descriptions of their quirks, ticks and pieces of their background can make a character feel more real. These minor details give your readers something to relate to and help them understand the character better.  I'm also a big fan of setting the scene. Describing the atmosphere helps the reader visualize the scene. When you're writing a scene, ask yourself a few questions.  What's the weather like?  Is there any noise going on (i.e. music, talking, wind, television, etc...)  What are the characters doing?  When you ask yourself these questions, find little ways to incorporate them into the storyline. If you want to describe the weather, say something like,  'The cool autumn air breezes past me as I step outside to meet Carol.'  When you want to mention any noise going on in the background, write something along the lines of,  '"I haven't seen you in a while," Jim says over the annoyingly loud rock music.'  As a reader, I find that when authors set scenes such as stated above, I can visualize/feel/hear the scene taking place in my head much clearer.  Try to find subtle ways to incorporate details. Make it flow naturally with the story. Randomly stating that the character's favorite color is orange can seem a bit awkward, but saying something like, "Greg chose the orange shirt, orange being his favorite color." This way it's a part of the story line and you learn something about the character. Those who share this in common with the character can say, "Cool. Orange is my favorite color, too."  Stay tuned this week for more writing tips and confessions and a brand new segment that will be debuting Friday!
-Miranda Atchley

Book of the Week #16- When I Married My Mother by Jo Maeder

When I Married My Mother* by Jo Maeder  When I Married My Mother is a non-fiction book based on Jo Maeder's experience caring for her mother who suffered from dementia.  Growing up, Jo never felt close with her mother, whom she called Mama Jo. After her parents' divorce, Jo moved to Florida with her father and brother, Mama Jo letting them go with seemingly little fight. The two kept a distant and cool relationship, Jo moving to New York to become a radio DJ after college and Mama Jo remaining in Virginia. When Jo's brother remarries in North Carolina, he asks Jo to pick up Mama Jo on her way to the wedding. Jo begrudgingly accepts and once there, she notices the state of Mama Jo's home has grown worse as her hoarding has increased and her health has declined. Jo knows that something must be done and again begrudgingly, decides that the responsibility is up to her.  This was a fantastic read. Initially I was interested in the book because I have a close relationship with my mother, yet as I read the book I found myself thinking more of my grandmother. Like Mama Jo, my grandma collected dolls and had a hard time letting go of objects. Also, I lost my grandmother this year and could relate to the process of watching a loved one's health decline and eventually be put on hospice care.  When reading descriptions of this book it sounds terribly heavy and saddening. It does have some heartbreakingly sad moments, but it also has some funny one's to balance things out as Jo and Mama Jo learn to live with one another and develop a strong mother-daughter bond. I like that Jo incorporated background stories that give depth to her frayed relationship with Mama Jo in the past as well as stories from Mama Jo's life that helped Jo better understand her mother.Aside from adjusting to living with her estranged mother, Jo tries to adapt to living in a totally different atmosphere. Moving from New York to North Carolina proves to be a big undertaking, but Jo finds that Greensboro isn't quite so backwards and dull like she had expected.  This book does contain some mature content not suitable for young readers, but said anecdotes are brief and not the main focus.  Overall, this is a beautiful story full of heart that will make you laugh, cry, and appreciate your mother. Because if you're not right with your mama, you're probably not going to be right with anyone.I give this book a 5 out of 5.

*Since I write young adult novels, I've decided to add a mark to specify a more mature novel. Most books I feature are Christian (though some are not), but some are intended for an older audience. So if you're under 18, consult your parents before reading these picks.

Goodbye August

 
  It's the last day of August and I have to say, I am glad. That means we're that much closer to fall, my favorite time of year. To be precise, we're only 24 days away from autumn. Yay! Though I am glad to see August go, I have to admit this month did pass rather quickly. I think this is accredited to the fact that we've had some cooler, fall-like days, which is very unusual for August.    This month I got a lot more blogging done than ever before. I'm very happy that I've done this and hope I can continue to in the future.  Some of my favorite posts from the month of August are:  Plenty of (Blank) Paper  Thank You, God  It's A Great Big World  Writing Confession #1  Classic and Modern- Combining Writing Styles
  I hope you've enjoyed reading about my life as a writer this month and will continue tuning in for more peaks into the life of an author. Thank you for reading and I hope you all have a lovely end of August.
-Miranda Atchley

Writing The First Draft

     Sometimes when writing the first draft we feel the need to make things just so and write them exactly the way we want them to be when the book is published. Yet in reality, this is not how it works. Very rarely is a story written without the need of editing. That's why we have different drafts.  The first draft is all about getting the ideas down. You're basically laying the ground work for your new novel. Don't worry if it doesn't make total since or sound like something people will be quoting for centuries. It can be fixed during editing to sound exactly the way you want it. As long as you've gotten the basics down, that's all that matters at this point. And if a line happens to come out the way you want it to on the first try, great. That just means less work for you during the second and third drafts. But don't be hard on yourself if things don't sound quite right in the beginning. Just keep writing. There isn't a book in the world that couldn't use a little tweaking. Every book written goes through several rounds of editing. Well, unless it's William Faulkner's As I Lay Dying, yet from my understanding, that discussion is still open to debate.  So as you go about writing your first draft, remember to focus on just writing the story and think about editing it later. Enjoy these early stages because they're probably the most imaginative part of the process.
  Wishing you a happy weekend either filled with writing or a blissful a break to recharge your batteries.
-Miranda Atchley

Writing and Pinterest

Today I though it would be fun to share a few pins about writing that I've found on Pinterest. There's some pretty interesting ones on there and can be helpful with writing as well as inspiring on bad days. I'll post links to each pin so that if you want to find their original source you can find them.
(Image Source)I found this one today. I think it's very interesting to have a chart for synonyms of  commonly used words. Click on the image to better view.                            
(Image Source)I love this quote. Sometimes novel inspiration can come while doing the most ordinary things. (Image Source (Image Source)I think all of us could use this when we're feeling a little low.
Hope you enjoyed looking at these pins. If you liked these, feel free to follow me on Pinterest where I pin a lot of these.  I'll be back later with more posts about the life of a writer.

Classic and Modern- Combining Writing Styles

     I've always loved reading classics. From the early eighteen hundreds to the mid nineteen hundreds, historical literature has been one of my favorite things. I'm particularly fond of the Victorian era. It just fascinates me and there's something about the way the books were written at that time that I adore. The words are so beautiful. It makes me feel cozy. I also enjoy the romance in classic novels much more than in modern pieces. It's more delicately portrayed and much less physical and cutesy. I like that.   Yet I also enjoy the fast pace of some modern novels. I like them to lean on the quirky and satirical side more, though. In my new book, I want to combine modern and classic. I want there to be pieces of fast paced and witty dialogue, yet with the elegant air of an Austen or Bronte novel.I don't really know of many other novels that try to combine these two styles and which makes it a little bit scary, but I'm confident that I'll be able to make it work somehow.   I think it's important to remember to have fun while writing. Of course there are times when it is stressful, just like any other thing in life. And if this is your career, it needs to be taken seriously, but it's important to remember why we started writing in the first place. We need to remember why we love it. So even though writing as a career should be carefully crafted, don't forget to have fun and write what makes you happy. -Miranda Atchley

Reading and Writing 8/25/2015

Reading
  Today I went to the library. I was so glad to go. I got this sudden urge to go yesterday, thinking of two books I wanted to check out. I forgot one, and still can't think of it (note to self: write these things down next time. I mean, you do keep a little notebook in your purse at all times, after all.) but I remembered the other one. Our library is closed on Mondays so I had to wait until today. Most of the books I got were ones I'm referencing for inspiration for the project I'm working on right now. I'm trying to find inspiration for the romance aspect. I'm very picky about romance novels. I find a lot of modern romances to be unrealistic. I like romance to be delicate, awkward at times, with lovely moments because I just personally find that to be the most realistic. The main book I went to the library for was Amy Inspired. I know my review of it may sound like I didn't enjoy it, but I really did. It's a good inspiration for my current work in progress because my main character is stuck in a rut just like Amy. I also checked out some L.M. Montgomery books. I think it's fairly clear that she's one of my favorites and I look to her for inspiration often. Garden of Angels also made it into my pile. I read this a couple years ago and it was good. This is another I'm using for inspiration. Go Set A Watchmancame in today for which I had been on the waiting list. I'm excited to read that. I also noticed that our library recently obtained a copy of The Curious Case of The Dog In The Night. I don't know too much about this book, but I noticed it was on the list of books mentioned in Gilmore Girls and since seeing it there I've been interested in trying it out.   I went to the library planning on getting two, at the most three books and came out with a stack of seven, which was quite difficult to carry. I have a problem. Yet in my defense, I really didn't plan on Watchmanbeing there today, nor TCCOTDITN. (Dean gets it.)
Writing  I worked on a post for a website. It isn't finished, but I sent an email to the editor pitching the idea. Here's to hoping they accept. I've also been working another post for my own blog to post either this evening or tomorrow. I did some work on my new novel as well.  I'm planning on doing a book signing next weekend. The first Saturday of each month, our town holds what they call "Tradin' Days."  They block off Main Street and allow anyone to set up and sell things. Today I took my ad announcing I would be there to the newspaper where they agreed to place it in next week's paper. It was nerve wracking for someone who is shy, but I did it. I'm excited to do this. Even if I don't sell many books, I'm glad I'm finally taking a step and doing something I've always wanted to do. Trying to remember that I made an "A" in college speech and that I can totally do this whole talking thing if I just let myself relax a little and set my mind to it. Miss Turtle is slowly crawling out of her shell.   So that's reading and writing for me today. What did the 25th of August look like for you?
-Miranda Atchley

A Minor Bird by Sucre

A Minor Birdby Sucre
A Minor bird is the debut album from Sucre, the side project of Stacy King of Eisley and Darren King of Mutemath. Released in 2012, the album shows different sides of both musicians. The album lies more on the pop side of music whereas Eisley and Mutemath fall into the indie rock genre. There's still that indie flair to the music that makes it unique and I love that. I'm not going to pretend I know much about music because I don't, especially pop music. I can hear influences of Adele in the way Stacy sings, Bjork on the song Light Up. There's some upbeat songs and more haunting tunes as well. It's a really beautiful album. I've been a huge fan of Eisley for a few years now, and I was skeptical of this album at first because it so different from what Stacy has done with Eisley, but the album has come to be one of my favorites. My favorite songs are "When We Were Young," "Chemical Reaction" and "Persuasion."I thought it would be fun to list the ten songs from the album along with my favorite lines from each. Maybe these delightful lyrics will tantalize you into giving it a listen?
Hiding Out"You take it to heart when I don't even mean it | I'm dying for your love."
When We Were Young"You say that you're leaving | That your hands are only dust | And the boy loves you, oh he loves you so much."
Troubled Waters"Stuck in the ocean | Drowning by the mouth full | Deep in the stone well | Calling up the black hole."
Light Up"There's some that I swear would change you but I don't care | And if the One in the sky would take you then I would cry."
Chemical Reaction"Today I have a new chance | The inks wet as I think back | All I knew who could never be | When all I knew was the empty part inside of me."
Say Something"Well it hurts | Is this what I deserve | Am I full of dirt | I curse the very day that we met | So now you'll go and lay in the bed."
Persuasion"They say I don't deserve you | When it's true that I would prefer you | Over anyone's persuasion."
Stampede"So this time I make sure|  I really make sure | I'll never ever see you again | And in my days of loathing you still haunt me."
No Return"How am I to face me | The embers have gone from my eyes."
 Endless Sleep"Why is this all that I can hold in my hands | All these phrases and voices buried in snow."
The Cliff Waltz"Why can't you stand up for me | Is it that hard Johnny | I want to see you smash open wide."
I hope you enjoyed this post and that you'll come to love A Minor Bird as much as I do. And I'm quite curious, what is one of your favorite albums? Let me know in the comments!
-Miranda Atchley