Why Teens Should Write: An Introduction to This Blog

Hey, friends! Welcome or welcome back to Words! If you came over from one of the blog tour posts, I’m so happy you were intrigued! Thank you for checking out my blog! If you want to see more of the blog tour posts, I’ll be adding them as they’re written to the bottom of this post so you can read them all.

You may have figured out already or you may be confused: what is this blog about? What can you expect from me? This post is here to answer those questions and tell you even more! Let’s dive in.


What is this blog about?

This blog is about the passion I have for words and how you should use them. It’s about the many kinds of writing, the people affected by writing, and how to most affect them. But most importantly it’s about the power of a word. One single word can mean so much, and more can be stronger if woven correctly. This blog is to help people, especially teens, learn how to weave words. It isn’t just a boring thing nerds do; it’s powerful. Every successful adult has learned this. Look at marketing: it combines images and words to make you desire and remember a product or service. Look at politics: words are used to change minds, send a message, and speak a thought as clearly as possible. Look at the news: they use words to help us understand both what’s happening and their perspective on what’s happening. Everywhere you look, there are words. Spoken, written, or sung, they’re etched into your life. You might as well learn to use them. I primarily focus on books and writing, but expect posts on all kinds of ways to weave words. Any post you want, you can always ask for in a comment section or in the contact page. I love words and love reading them as much as writing them.


What will be posted about?

I hope to post about anything and everything words. It might sound silly, but it really is the theme. I will post about my writing, share my writing, teach how I write, talk about why I wrote, review books, adventure through more books, and brag about how proud I am of all the authors I know who are doing and will do amazing things (pssst! You can be one of them! If you want to talk about your project, you could reach out through my contact page! If your email doesn’t get lost in the massive heap of junk I get, I will gladly talk about writing with you). I also will host reviews on writing programs, share experiences from writing events, and let you guys in on my book writing process. As I write this, I’m getting ready to start a new project and I’ll likely do a series on that. Speaking of series, I launched a series on book writing on another blog that will be moved here. Hopefully you’ll enjoy and learn from reading my How I Write posts as much as I have writing them! Of course, once in a while I may drift off topic with a random post, but this blog will be all-in-all about words.


Why should teens specifically care about words?

This question seems somewhat silly to me, but it’s a genuine question worth answering. Teens should care about words because words are what shape them and those around them. If we pay attention to what words attract us we can safeguard ourselves from being persuaded. We can also learn how to help others see our perspective and give other teens and kids stories that are more realistic to them. Teens are the future, the next generation. If the next generation is lazy, this world will only get worse. And while that’s somewhat inevitable, why make it your fault when you can change lives and speak truth today? If you offer others a peek into your mind and listen to their hearts, we all understand each other better and appreciate each other more. Teens are also role models to kids, and we hold a different power over kids that adults don’t have as well as recent experience of everything they are facing or may soon face. Teens are the in-between group that can bring in the new as well as establishing the truth and relate to those who are learning where they’re going.


Does the author know what she’s doing?

*coughs* Short answer? Sort of. Long answer? *deep breath*

I have been creating worlds and characters since I could comprehend reality and pretend. Some kids have an imaginary friend. I had about seven. Some kids play in the real world or a show or book’s world. I lived in Pretend Land where I was, on occasion, the queen and/or a citizen. When I wasn’t creating, my mom and I were reading. My amazing mother quit her job when I was born to raise me and we talked, read, and played all day everyday for a good amount of my child hood.

I learned to read when I was about six. I was reading Junie B. Jones before I entered first grade and I was reading at a sixth grade reading level in second grade. I started writing books not long after I started reading them, and I finally finished writing a full length book when I was twelve. After multiple frustrating drafts, two things happened: I joined the Young Writers Workshop and I participated in NaNoWriMo for the first time. These two things shook the foundations of writing as I knew it and before I knew it I’d written 53,000 words, from idea to revising, in less than half a year. While I didn’t win NaNoWriMo that time, I grew in leaps and bounds and discovered that I can actually write words in large amounts quickly, and not only quickly but better than I had ever written before. This discovery was amazing, exciting, and changed my view toward so many things that I want to share all that I learned with you.

Thank you for visiting my site and thank you for reading! If you have any more questions or a post you want to see, go ahead and leave a comment or contact me. Hit that follow button if you want to see more or check out my blog for my previous posts. I hope to see you next time!


Posts from the blog tour:

Q&A and Giveaway Results – Sketch Scribble Scribe

Character Conversation – I Have 12% of a Plan

Bookish Would You Rather – Rambling Reviews

Why Words Matter (Guest Post) – Maggie’s Doodles

Bookish Q&A – A Curly Sue’s Ramblings

Interview About Writing – Jenna Terese

Interview About Writing – The Homeschooled Girl

Plotting a Character’s Life – Teen Writers Nook

Writing Health and Mental Health Problems – Daughter of the Light

Writing Villain Motivation – Pen & Ink

A Fantasy Interview – Above the Clouds

A Harry Potter Debate – Sword of the Penmaiden

Words – Random Specific Thoughts

Freedom: A Snippet of What Matters Most

Hey, writer and readers! Welcome or welcome back to Words! Today’s post is a snippet from my book, What Matters Most, that I plan to self publish later this year. I hope you enjoy!


I’m still not sure what love is, even though I’ve lived with my mom in New York City for years; why would Oklahoma be any better? The same sister who didn’t care in the Big Apple isn’t about to care in her fancy house in Oklahoma, will she? The mom who seemed to care so much even when she was busy doesn’t want me gone now, does she? I don’t have any answers. But as I stare at my room in the first apartment in the United States I ever lived in, I do have memories, both in the room and in the city.

This is where I first spoke English, where I learned what the United States meant. 

This is where I broke my first bone, where I lost my baby teeth, where I started dance, where I met Chloe and Belle and Emma, where I became a citizen of my country.

This is where Chloe taught me how to sneak out without my mom knowing, where Liam first said he liked me, where Liam first hugged me goodnight, where Liam and Chloe and Belle and Emma all said goodbye, angry that I would leave them for middle-of-pathetic Moore, Oklahoma. 

This is where we first smiled at a U.S. sunset, where my dad left, and where my sister fled.

And now Mama is making me leave. I don’t understand, and maybe I never will. I sigh deeply as I gaze around the room, the moonlight and the lights of the city shining through my small window to illuminate my whole life thus far: my dresser, where all my fashion dreams live. My desk, where my art is randomly splayed across the top.  My closet, filled with my books and more clothes and a trunk full of childhood memories.

Tears creep down my cheeks, angry and afraid and… relieved. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to see Bianca, my sister that ran away. But maybe… maybe I do want a new start. Maybe I do want to heal. Maybe… maybe this is my chance.

I close my eyes, allowing the tears to flow from my heart onto my worn quilt as I snuggle deeper into the blankets. Freedom. Wasn’t that what Mama wanted, all those years ago?

Maybe now I know what she felt. Maybe now I understand, even though I’m angry.

Funny how the more I get mad at her, the more I see her in the mirror. Funny how our stories cross. Funny how she’s ready to give up a part of herself… even if the part of herself isn’t ready to leave.

Delirium sets in, filling my mind with memories mixed with dreams. 

Goodnight, New York City. Goodnight, childhood. Goodnight, world. Goodnight, future. I’ll face you tomorrow.


Sorry to keep today’s post so short, but let me know what you think! Did you like it? Do you have any questions or comments on the passage? Do you want to see more? Let me know in the comments!