Never Have I Ever: Writer Edition

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Today is going to be a fun post! After stumbling across Liesl Brunner’s tag challenge post, I decided to do it myself. This is never have I ever—writer edition.

The Rules

  • Link and thank the blogger who tagged you. Thanks, Liesl! Here’s her post.
  • Include the graphic somewhere in the post (or make your own!)
  • Answer the questions truthfully and honestly.  
  • Tag 3 bloggers. 

Never have I ever...

...started a novel I didn't finish

Totally. I used to do this a lot, but I’ve gotten better recently. I think I’ve learned to outline and plan ahead (strengthening my concept) before starting to draft. There are at least two handwritten drafts of books I’ve never finished in the trash.

...written a story completely by hand

Those of you who know me know the answer to this one. I didn’t have technology or computers to assist me in my writing until I was 13. I think I wrote six complete stories by hand, and some of these I actually published later on.

...changed tenses midway through a story

Whenever I try to write in first-person present tense, it always turns into past tense. I think this is because I don’t read books written in present tense (though I’d love to).

...not researched anything before starting a story

Yes, especially when I was younger. I just used my imagination and went off writing whatever came to mind. Never mind the fact that nothing sounded realistic.

...changed my protagonist’s name halfway through a draft

I haven’t done this for any main characters, but I’ve done it for side ones. In fact, for The Jewish Baby, I changed a side character’s name after completing the final self edit, because someone had pointed out that two of my characters’ names were very similar.

...written a story in a month or less

Do short stories that are one page long count? Because I’ve done these in a couple of hours for school assignments.

...fallen asleep while writing

Five percent of the time. Whenever I hit a slow part and start trying to think up ideas, I fall asleep. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I write in my bed in the dark. Lucid dreams are cool, guys. I have to admit that mine don’t usually make any sense, and nothing from them ever ends up in the book. Still….

...corrected someone’s grammar irl/online

My brothers. It’s automatic. If you say “much” instead of “many,” it’s almost guaranteed I will correct you. Online, however, I don’t. I know people have pet peeves about this.

...yelled in all-caps at myself in the middle of my novel

What? Who wrote this question? Now I need to go back and figure out who’s crazy enough to do this 😉

...used “I’m writing” as an excuse

No. My family doesn’t take excuses. Writing is a hobby, and chores are priority. However, if I’m given a choice between writing and something else, sometimes I’ll pick writing.

...killed a character that was based on someone I know in real life

Yes. I’m currently working on a book where lots of people die. Since most of my characters are loosely based off of people I know, this has definitely happened a few times

...used pop culture references in a story

I don’t write contemporary (yet, at least), so it’s nearly impossible to incorporate pop culture into my stories. I also prefer not to if possible, just because it could outdate the novel, and I don’t have much pop culture knowledge anyway.

...written between the hours of 1:00 am and 6:00 am

Yes. If I wake up in the middle of the night and have a flash of inspiration, I will write until I’m satisfied I haven’t forgotten anything. Besides, I’m a night owl and have tons of creative energy around night time and when I wake up.

For NaNoWriMo, I stayed up through the AM’s almost every day. I usually went to bed around 12, but on weekends and days we went places, I stayed up anywhere from 1 am to 2 am.

...drank an entire pot of coffee while writing

I don’t like coffee. The end.

...written down dreams to use in a potential novel

Not written them down, but I have used dreams as inspiration for scenes or concepts in my books. One crazy dream actually became the whole premise of my Fire Trials trilogy. Check it out in more depth here.

...published an unedited story on the internet/blog/wattpad

Embarrassing story: I published seven semi-edited books on KDP, effectively ruining my reputation as an author. Sales dropped from 50 to 0 a week pretty quickly. They’re still up there. However, I discourage people from reading them unless they’re prepared to read a book that sounds like it was written by a young teenager (because it was).

...procrastinated schoolwork because I wanted to write

I was homeschooled, and so this was both easy and not looked down on to do. Whenever the flash of inspiration or that perfect scene pops into my head, I have to write it

...typed so long my wrists hurt

I’ve done this writing, crocheting, knitting, and pretty much anything else that involves my hands. I tend not to stop until I’m satisfied with my progress.

...spilled a drink on my laptop while writing

Nooo. My mom would never. In fact, drinks aren’t even allowed on the table when computers are out. Did I mention that I write in my bed? Yeah, and drinks are never allowed in my bed.

...forgotten to save my work/draft

I write on my Kindle (most of the time) with an app that crashes (all the time). I have lost pages of progress due to this. Let me tell you, the feeling of your heart dropping into your stomach is real. I’ve learned to hit “save” every sentence or so.

Edit: I now write on my computer and phone, using apps that are of much better quality. They also have autosave. Autosave is a real lifesaver.

...finished a novel

Yes! And I’m happy about it.

...laughed like an evil villain while writing a scene

In my head. I love putting my characters through things I’d never wish upon a real person. In fact, this is where a lot of my joy in writing comes from. Isn’t it fun to be the lord of an entire world and its subjects?

...cried while writing a scene

I don’t explicitly remember, but I think I have. Once. And only a tear or two.

...created maps of my fictional world

Whenever I know I will mess up my traveling descriptions, I make a map. I don’t want to publish a book just to have a reader tell me the technicalities of what I wrote. (“Earlier, you said that was there. How can these two things be in the same place?” “Wasn’t she supposed to go that way?”)

...researched something shady for a novel

Definitely. Ways to kill people, ways to die from explosions, toxic plants, deadly illnesses—I  could go on and on. If I became a suspect for murder, my search history would incriminate me.


I don’t know any bloggers who haven’t done this yet, so I’m tagging YOU.

I’m not allowed to do that? *points at Liesl* She did it first. Arrest her.

In all seriousness, though, I don’t exactly know how to tag people, and like I said, I don’t know anyone to tag. If you’re interested in doing this challenge, feel free to steal it from me. (And if you want to educate me in the comments, I’d be more than happy to hear from you!)


I hope you guys enjoyed this (longish) post. What do you think of these questions and answers? Leave your comments down below. As always, happy reading, everyone!

Why I Became a Christian + Struggling With Unbelief

I’m a proud follower of Jesus, and it isn’t because I have Christian parents. There’s a lot more to it than just “accepting Jesus into my heart.” In this post, I’ll be talking about why I became I Christian, as well as my struggles as a new believer.

Early Life

I grew up in a Christian household. My parents were saved when I was eight or nine, and they taught me about God. I’m not sure why, but I desired to follow the Lord, even though I didn’t really love Him. Maybe it was just something that rubbed off on me from my parents, since they are so zealous and eager to please Him.

Reality and Darkness

However, darker things were happening beneath my cheerful, carefree appearance. Spiritual reality was sinking in, and it became a dark threat that haunted me whenever I had time to think. I tried to distract my mind, knowing that without God, I was doomed.

My parents had taught me not to take life for granted. I knew the Lord was ultimately in control of my life, and he could do whatever he wanted. Just to be safe, I asked Him to save me—every night—but there was no repentance or belief behind my words.

Night Terrors

I was a very imaginative kid. For me, heaven and hell were very real. God was real. I could see evidence all around me. I knew things were a lot more complex than they appeared to be, and there was no doubt in my mind that I was headed for a bad end. This ultimately played out as night terrors. I woke up at night, feeling like I would die if I didn’t get out of my bedroom and find someone to keep me safe. From what, I wasn’t sure. I would run to my dad, and he would hug me until I was ready to go back to bed. Once, I asked him how I could be saved. He told me I just needed to trust Jesus. I wasn’t ready to do that.

As I got older, the night terrors lessened. When they did come, I waited them out alone in my bed. Deep down, I knew what was causing this constant, lingering fear, but I wasn’t ready to relinquish control. I was literally unable to.

For four or five years, this spiritual battle continued. It was mentally exhausting. I escaped by reading books and playing with my brothers and friends. I was “good.” I obeyed my parents, followed rules, and treated others nicely, so why did I need a savior? But while I had pretty much given up, God hadn’t.

Change Begins

We were at a prayer meeting when I suddenly realized how sinful I actually was. That crack of emptiness I struggled so hard to ignore turned into a full-blown pit. I realized how lost I was, how I had no ability to control my situation. I couldn’t save myself, and that left me hopeless. That night, I prayed for Jesus to forgive me. Still, there was no belief behind my words. I went to bed empty and depressed.

The next morning, my mom was talking to my brothers about salvation. I pretended to read a book nearby, but I was actually listening. Two of my brothers made professions of faith later that day. When my mom asked if anything had happened to me as well, I said no. I didn’t want to hop on the bandwagon; I wanted it to be genuine. If I was going to do this, I needed to be all in.


I don’t remember exactly what happened afterwards, but I do remember my dad trying to encourage me by singing me this part of a song:

“When Satan tempts me to despair and tells me of the guilt within, upward I look and see him there, who made an end to all my sin. Because my sinless savior died, my sinful soul is counted free, for God the just is satisfied to look on Him and pardon me.”

God used those words to show me I could do nothing to save myself. Jesus was my only hope, and he was offering himself as a gift. I think that’s when I first truly believed. For the first time in my life, I was free. Someone else was in control—someone who truly cared about me and wanted what was best for my soul.

Satan’s Fight for My Life

But the battle didn’t end there. No, in fact, that’s when things really ramped up. Satan tried with all his might to win me back. He planted thoughts in my head, telling me I was imagining it. Nothing had actually happened. Jesus could never forgive me. Those “other people over there” could be Christians, but there was no way I could be like them. I suffered many long nights dealing with these thoughts. There was lots of crying and anxiety, but with God’s help, I eventually prevailed against the lies.


It has been five or six years, and I have grown a lot during that time. One of the biggest things I have learned is to not rely on my feelings. I don’t need to feel God’s closeness to know he’s there. I don’t need to “feel” saved. I know the truth, I know whom I follow, and I won’t ever give Him up. There are still seasons where I struggle with unbelief, but I know these trials will only make me stronger.

Favorite Things I’ve Knit/Crocheted This Year

Knitting and crocheting are my two main hobbies besides writing. I love making clothes, but I also like making cute things to give away as gifts. Let’s see my top picks from everything I’ve made in the past 12 months.

This sweater is my favorite thing I’ve made. I crocheted it using a variable pattern, while changing the design to have the asymmetrical look. I don’t usually wear purple or pink, but this was something fun to try out. (The pattern is based on Staycoolnyc’s Racer Sweatshirt.) I think this took me one and a half weeks of non-stop crocheting to finish. This sweater is so comfy and squishy, and I feel like I’m wearing a blanket when I put it on.

Crochet sushi…honestly one of my proudest crochet moments.

After finding this on Pinterest (yes, I seem to find all my inspiration there), I had to make this set. Besides, Christmas was coming up, and our friends have younger kids who love play food. And they love sushi. What better match?

And THEN I realized just how long something this intricate takes to crochet. It wasn’t too long, but I was on a Christmas-crocheting rampage. It probably took a week.

The sushi were based on pre-made patterns, while I created the tray on my own. (I know it’s difficult to see in the lighting.) Following the pattern exactly for one of the rice bases, I ended up with crocheted balls that our cats enjoy batting around.

You might recognize this dress. I made a bunch of granny squares and ended up crocheting too many. The extras turned into the granny square drawstring pouches I’m selling on my shop. Meanwhile, the other squares became this dress. I didn’t follow a pattern for the dress (just for the squares), so it took some experimenting to come up with the finished design.

Anyone else think these slippers look like the cod from Minecraft? Just me? Maybe it’s those strappy-thingies that make up the top of the slipper. They kind of look like fish gills.

Anyway, after finding this really cool pattern on Pinterest, I had to crochet these slippers. I really like how they turned out, and I recently made a sparkly black pair.

These scrubbies and the lip balm I make are two items I use every day. This is the only sponge I ever use. I love it because it foams up well, scrubs off particles easily, and gets in small crevices. One of these typically lasts me half a year.

I recently crocheted this hooded cowl based off of a pattern I found on Pinterest. I learned a few new stitches making this, and it was a lot of fun to crochet. I’m excited for colder weather so I can wear it.

Honorable Mentions

This baby blanket is knit from two types of acrylic yarn. The design is asymmetrical due to me running out of one color, but it still looks cool. This took me about a year to make.

I made these fingerless gloves and a cowl out of a very pretty, multi-colored, metallic yarn. The finished result was extremely stretchy and beautiful.

I didn’t make these sheep, so that’s why they’re in the “honorable mentions” section. Aiden (my 16-year-old brother) crocheted these from yarn I gave him. They are absolutely adorable, and using blue was a cool idea in my opinion.

I know lip balm doesn’t count, but out of all the things I’ve made, this is my favorite. I am unbiased when I say it is the best lip balm I’ve ever used.


And that’s a wrap! What hobbies do you enjoy? Would you try crocheting? If you have an opinion as to which of these items is your favorite, tell me what it is and why in the comments below!

I Graduated High School

I am 17 years old, and I recently graduated high school. You may be thinking, “Hey, isn’t that early?” but let me explain a little bit.


I was homeschooled, so grades weren’t really grades. If you are being technical, I graduated when I was in grade 11. However, there are some reasons for this.

I skipped a grade of math when switching from brands (not sure what to call them). This is because the first math I was doing taught me quickly, and when I took the test to figure out where I was in Teaching Textbooks, I went straight up to pre-algebra.

There was no science for grade 12. I am not sure why, but I do know I did a whole bunch of challenging science before graduating. In fact, here’s a list of everything I did for math and science in the last four years of school:

Math: algebra I, geometry, algebra II, pre-calculus

Science: physical science, biology, berean chemistry, physics

What I did for my graduation

As in celebration? Nothing, unless you count the celebration in my heart. I was happy—very happy—to finally be finished with school. I could go on and talk about everything I liked and disliked about school, but we’ll save that for another blog post.

Other than that, I made a graduation certificate on Canva. This was just so I could apply to jobs that required I have a diploma. I know Canva isn’t an official diploma, but hey, if God wants me to get the job, he won’t let that stop me.

I also created a resume in Google Docs for fun. However, I ended up applying to two jobs with it and having to write two cover letters. I got rejected from one job. The other one still hasn’t contacted me back yet, so maybe they’re considering me.

Aiden graduated with me

Yep, you heard that right. Aiden, my 16-year-old brother, graduated with me. Our mom started us in school at the same time (since we’re only a year apart), and ever since then, Aiden has been doing the same grades as me. Right now, he enjoys producing music, playing chess, biking, and crocheting.

My next steps

I am working on my writing and website. Currently, I have four books that I’m working on, all in different stages of the writing process. I’ve been working on rebranding my website, as well as some other website things that aren’t public yet. Oh, and blog posts.

Besides this, I’ve applied to two jobs. I’m kind of looking for more opportunities, but I’m not sure yet what I want to do. I’ll do a blog post that goes more into depth on this topic. For now, I’m mainly focused on my writing.

Becoming a Self-Published Author

The Origins

For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved writing. When I was younger, I always had a notebook that I would fill with stories. Once one was used up, I’d send it to a family member and move on to the next.

My stories were usually based off of a picture I saw, a book I’d read, or a thought I’d had. To make them come to life even more, I would embellish them with drawings or stickers. My tales, characters, and settings varied drastically by notebook, but no matter where a story had originated from, it was always imaginative. Think straight out of a dream. Here are two short examples.

Panda Playground

Once, a family member gifted me a sheet of puffy panda stickers, so I wrote a story about a panda. It was in a Hello Kitty notebook. I think she may have been involved in the story as a result, but I can’t quite remember. However, I do vividly recall a page where I drew a panda playground and stuck panda stickers all over it.

Cat and Fish Bone

Another time, a family member gave me a blue notebook with a cat and fish skeleton on each page. Most people would think the cat ate the fish and make a story out of that, but I was maybe eight years old. That wasn’t even on my agenda. Instead, my brilliant mind decided the cat should get married to the fish skeleton (which I called Fish Bone), and they would have abnormal children. I think all their girl children were cats, and all the boys were fish skeletons.

Writing Evolution

Growing up, I was an avid collector of pencils and pens. Every Friday, I was allowed to choose a prize for finishing a week of school. Pencils were my go-to for a while. I used them for everything. Eventually, I discovered that I preferred pens, and the pencils became a decoration for my desk. I think most of my early writing years were spent using notebooks and pens.

When I was around twelve years old, I decided that I wanted to become an author when I was older. With that intention in mind, I created a writing binder. The binder was pink (not sure why—I don’t like pink) and filled with college-ruled papers. Every day, I would open up the binder, take out a few sheets, and either edit or add to a story. My writing started off as crazy figments of imagination, but over time, it evolved into more put-together, realistic plots. Most of the stories I’ve published have their beginnings in that binder.


Technology was a game changer. My family had a Kindle we shared and almost never used. When I was allowed to use a writing app on it, I discovered how much easier things could be. It was love at first use. I began transferring all my pre-existing books from my binder onto the Kindle, and from there, I edited. It was amazing how easily I could erase and add words without having to rewrite an entire page by hand. A new world of endless opportunities had just opened up for me. Writing had never been easier.


That’s when I seriously began thinking about publishing my books. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, but my mom helped me set up an email, bank account, and KDP (Amazon self-publishing) account anyway. My dad found me a website host. From there, I designed my website and released six books. My parents graciously allowed me to figure out things on my own, and I am very thankful for that. I learn best through trial and error, and these years were so helpful for me. Even though I regret what came out of that time, God used it to teach me so much I wouldn’t have learned otherwise.

My biggest mistake was probably releasing semi-edited stories with plots I now cringe to think about. My mom warned me to edit more first, but I didn’t listen, and sales dropped from a couple a week to nothing. I’ve seriously contemplated taking half of my books down. However, I don’t want to forget where I’ve come from and how much I’ve grown since becoming an author, and I think others should get to see that as well.