A Girl from Pluto Ep. 3

   

This series will contain posts styled as a memoir with memories that I feel like sharing. I first wrote these articles in 2017 when I was suffering from burnout. I may post one or two a month. I hope you enjoy these intimate glimpses into the life of...

Episode 3

Trendsetter? Who...Me?

In 5th grade, I had my mom make two tiny--and I mean tiny--braids on either side of my face. Then I asked her to cut the rest of my hair by about four inches, which would bring my hair to my shoulders, so the braids would be longer and stand out. She did it, liking the idea.

I went to school the next day and all everyone, even my teacher, talked about were my two long braids. Everyone thought it was cool, and I beamed. Yes!

A month or two later, during spring break, my best friend and one of her other best friends, went on a cruise to the Bahamas with their families. They came back with a single braid framing their faces. The end of their braids had a few inches of colorful thread twined around and around it in a pretty, exotic fashion. A silver charm dangled from the tips. The thread and charm went a couple of inches past the end of their hair, making their braids longer. 

Classmates noticed this right away and loved it. (They were also popular, which made what they did noticeable.) Someone who knew them but never talked to me later asked if I did my braids to copy them. Um, no. I had mine for a lot longer. Weeks, even. But she didn’t seem convinced. 

Soon after, I undid my braids and let my longer hair go free. I liked this look, too, and kept it for a while. I believe it was during the summer when my mom finally convinced me to cut them. She said it was time. I could always do it again, but change would be good. So, feeling a little sad, I let her cut them. And there. I wasn’t special or unique anymore. Average. But sometimes average can be good.

***

In 6th grade, near the end of the school year, several of the girls in my class started to wear these green lanyards that all of the students in our class got. We also received dark green squishy keys floats. We hooked this key float to our lanyard and wore them every day, even if we didn’t have keys to go with them. I don’t remember what the lanyard or key float promoted, but it didn’t matter. A couple of girls would chew on their key floats, mangling them with teeth marks. I didn’t, because I didn’t want to ruin mine. And also...ew.

After a while, though, I took my key float off and put on something else. Beanie Babies were still popular then, and McDonalds came out with some that had keychains on them. I had a yellow duck and had had it for a couple of years, so the color had changed slightly from a bright yellow to a dingy yellow. I called it “My Sick Ducky.” My Sick Ducky went on the end of my lanyard. My best friend soon started to wear a lanyard, too, although she wasn’t in my class and didn't get one like the one we all got, and she put her key chain Beanie Baby on hers. I believe it was a lamb. Then a few other girls did it. I bet they thought my bestie did it first, as is usual when you’re invisible. And I was invisible.

Most of the time.

***

In 8th grade, my mom and I crafted a neat idea to make a bunch of bracelets with orange and black beads so I could wear them a week before Halloween and give them to my friends. We had a blast creating different patterns by alternating orange or black beads. There was even a bracelet with almost all black beads and two orange beads opposite each other. An orange one with just two black beads was also made. 

We worked on these bracelets all weekend. Monday morning, I had about twenty different bracelets. I wore ten on each wrist and went to school. My best friend noticed right away and picked out a few she wanted, so I gave them to her. I gave one or two to a few other friends.

By lunch time, I noticed people who I had not given a bracelet to sporting one on their wrists, and not just any students, either, but popular ones. My best friend and I shared lunch period, and I learned that she didn’t have any of the bracelets I’d given her because she had given them away when people asked her for one. And that’s what happened when I gave more than one to my other friends. 

It became a Halloween friendship bracelet trend in a way. Even boys wore them, and boys were asking me for one when word got out that I was the one with the beaded goods. I obliged until I only had four left and wanted them for myself. 

The next day, I spotted a girl wearing an orange and black beaded bracelet, but it wasn’t one of mine. She had made it, and it wasn’t as good. It was at that moment that I realized that I set a trend. Not many people can say that. Even if the trend only lasted a matter of days, it happened. And that’s what counted. I was shy. I was quiet. But I had set a trend with my mom’s help.

***

All you need is one other person to do it to get the ball rolling. Maybe these trends only came to be because my best friend picked it up, too, who was popular and a cheerleader in middle school. Either way, they have to be started by someone, the original creator, and that was me. Then you need someone with more influence to make it a thing. That was my best friend. She didn’t do it to “help” me, though. She genuinely liked my ideas, which was an endorsement in of itself. 

To this day, these moments pop into my head and fill me with pride.

Even a shy, nerdy, unpopular girl can set trends. 

I Published 3 Books in 3 Months

 

And I need a nap.

I published a picture book for my mom in January, a middle grade book in February, and a collection of flash fiction and poetry for my mom on March 3rd.

Three books.

Three months.

The last on March 3rd in honor of my mom.

Three was her favorite number.

I didn't realize any of that until now, so apparently, no matter how exhausted it made me, it was meant to be.

I present to you...the three:

Gregory Green and Sammy go on a fishing adventure with Grandpa. Except, it doesn’t seem like much of an adventure to Sammy the Teddy Bear. He hasn’t caught a single thing all day and is bored. Then a tug on his fishing pole changes everything. Excited, they take the catch home where the fish gets bigger and bigger. Only, it’s not a fish at all. It’s a catch of a lifetime.

Links (so far):

eBook: NOOK / KOBO / APPLE BOOKS / SMASHWORDS / AMAZON

Print: AMAZON

Reviews: BookBub / Goodreads

Fay Williams and her family have moved from their home in New Orleans to Deadoak, a small town where strange things are said to happen, and Fay hopes so. She is a magnet for the strange and documents everything in her Journal of Weird. During her first day at school, Fay finds out her science class will be dissecting frogs. She can’t think of anything she wants to do less, but Mr. Phibian will fail her if she doesn’t. Now she has no choice.

Except, the frogs have another plan when they come to life and terrorize the school. Can Fay, her twin brother Jay, and her lab partner Frances save their school and prevent everyone from turning into half-human, half-frog creatures with a hunger for flies and…people?

Fay knows one thing for sure. This is going in her Journal of Weird!

Links (so far):

eBook: Nook / Kobo / Apple / Smashwords / Amazon

Print: Barnes & Noble / Amazon

Reviews: Goodreads

In loving memory of Elaine Kaye.

Sweet romances for the lighthearted and intriguing suspense for the daring. Poetry that explores the longing of loneliness, the desire for love, and the wish to fly free.

Links (so far):

eBook: Nook / Kobo / Apple / Smashwords / Amazon

Print: Amazon

I have plans to publish more in the final few months of the year, so stay tuned!

A Girl from Pluto Ep. 2

  

This series will contain posts styled as a memoir with memories that I feel like sharing. I first wrote these articles in 2017 when I was suffering from burnout. I may post one or two a month. I hope you enjoy these intimate glimpses into the life of...

Episode 2

Nailed It?

My mom would paint my fingernails a different color every Sunday before the next week of school. I remember having red nails the most. It made me feel grown up, because red is a very womanly color, I thought.

My mom sold Avon for many years when I was little, seeing all the makeup that people ordered, flipping through the shiny Avon booklets that had this special smell to them--like perfume and magazine paper--and touching the tiny lipstick samples (so cute!) filled me with wonder and awe. I would help my mom slip booklets and samples into clear plastic baggies, and then I’d go with her around neighborhoods to drop off those goodies. She’d stop at the end of a driveway, and I’d get out and run to the door, slip the baggie on the handle or prop it against the door, and then hurry back to the car. This excited me. Would we get in trouble if we were caught?

My mom had a nice collection of nail polish thanks to Avon, but mostly they were dark, autumn colors to match her coloring. 

Nail polish became my first makeup love. My sisters and I had our own collection when we shared a room. Mostly, though, the polish belonged to my oldest sister.

I remember lying on my bed one day when my oldest sister came home from sleeping over at a new friend’s house, and she was telling our sister all about it, specifically what her room looked like. One thing I picked up was that this girl had lined up all of her nail polishes along the front of her dresser. A lightbulb went off in my head. What a brilliant idea! And if my sister thought it was cool, maybe she’d think it was cool if I did it, too.

The three of us had matching dressers. I went to mine, rearranged the items I had up there (like plastic ponies), grabbed all of our nail polishes, and carefully lined them up. How neat. How pretty. How adult. 

My sisters noticed. There was sneering. I believe something was said about it, but I can’t remember the words. I do recall that afterward, I sighed with longing and sadness when I saw those nail polishes, so pretty, bright, and sparkly. I kept them there for a while. Days? Weeks? I don’t know for sure, but I did end up taking them down. My sisters didn’t think it was cool that I did it. So, I concluded that meant that I wasn’t cool.

Now, I do my own thing to display them. Years ago, I found a neat spice rack at a thrift store. I hung it up in my bathroom and arranged my nail polishes in it according to color. I like to see my nail polishes instead of having them zipped up in a makeup bag or in a plastic container under my bathroom sink, which is where they had been for ages before this spice rack. 

***

I never lost my love for nail polish. As I got older, I’d paint each nail a different color, alternate between two, such as one nail black, the next orange, and repeat. I did this a lot in October for Halloween, my favorite holiday. And I made sure that my thumbs started with opposite colors to make it even. Five nails orange, five nails black.

I also went through a phase of liking fake nails. My best friend and I would buy packs of fake nails from Walmart and glue them on in her bedroom. The first time I wore fake nails, I couldn’t get enough of them. There’s a scene in Dennis the Menace of a woman tapping her nails in a rhythmic manner on a counter. Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap. I loved it! So, when I had on my first set of fake nails, I tapped them on every surface I could find. I would even pretend to be typing on a keyboard. Every time my nails clicked against a table, counter, or desk, it sounded as though I was typing. I did this a lot.

In middle school, I started to get blank nails at Dollar Tree and shape and paint them myself. There was one pair I was really proud of. It was white with black, glittery tips. I put a lot of effort into them. When I wore them the first time to school, my insecurities came back to me, and I suddenly didn’t want anyone to see them. I’d curl them into my palms. But one day, a girl in 8th grade (I was in 7th grade) noticed them. She asked to see them, and I held out my hand. She asked if I did them. Afraid the laughing would start, I said I did. And she said that she could barely tell, and she liked them. That compliment filled me with happiness.

If only more girls would give other girls compliments.

The trouble with wearing fake nails to school is that they most likely would pop off in school. Several times, I’d dig out my nail glue from my purse and quickly reapply my nail before anyone could see, especially my teacher. But there’d be days when a few nails would pop off of one hand, so then I’d end up peeling off the rest of the nails with my teeth, while in class. I’d pile them on my notebook and then stuff them into my pocket when I was done.

Sticking your fingers in your mouth to bite your nails isn’t a very attractive look. And the crunching sound of your teeth cutting through your nail? Shivers. Definitely not attractive. But nothing is worse than having to spit out or pluck a piece of nail or dried glue off your tongue. Nope. No thanks.

I haven’t worn fake nails since middle school. I just don’t like them. The glue. Having to deal with them popping off. The glue. And I don't get my nails down professionally either because I just don't have the money to blow on that. Now, I let my nails grow freely. I'm fortunate to have nice, natural nails. I haven't painted them in almost two years, but I'm going to try to do that more this year and reacquaint myself with my love of nail polish.

My Most Liked Goodreads Review

 

When I post a review on Goodreads, I either take a lot of time on it or do something quick and simple. There's one review that I posted in 2014 that, every once in a while, I still get notifications of people liking it. I didn't even remember what I wrote in the review until I copied it for this post.

The review is for Deenie by Judy Blume.

Here it is:

I was diagnosed with scoliosis when I was fourteen. At fifteen I had corrective spine surgery. I remember the brace I had to wear after my surgery, and I hated it! Although braces are different now, it was still unattractive and uncomfortable. Mine actually did hurt because the most sensitive part of my spine stuck out a little and the brace dug into it roughly. The first time I had to wear it at the hospital was the day after my surgery and I cried because it caused me pain. I recall a male physical therapist snapping at me and telling me it didn't hurt. Oh, I wanted to hit him! When my doctor finally said I didn't have to wear it anymore, I drew a bikini on it with marker and slashed the padding on the inside with a pair of scissors. Hey, I was fifteen! But it felt great being able to throw it in the trash.

I've never read a story about a girl with scoliosis, and I wish I had known about this book back then. I'm thankful to Judy Blume for exploring this important subject, shining light on it, and for the young girl who inspired Deenie.

I really liked how Blume wrote about Deenie's posture, because my own posture always bothered me and still does to this day. When I was in ninth grade, one of my shoulders was higher than the other and one of my hips stuck out more. I felt like a freak! I also like that Deenie had to see many doctors, because I lost track for how many doctors I had to see to get diagnosed, to get measured for my brace, and to prepare for my surgery.

Deenie is a quick, nice read that explores scoliosis and the thoughts of a young girl who has to wear a brace to fix her spine. This story will not only help teens and parents in this situation, but everyone who doesn't understand what scoliosis is.

A couple more reviews that get some love every once in a while:

Calm the F*ck Down (1 Star)

Your One Word (5 Stars)

You can find me on Goodreads here. I also highly recommend The Story Graph. It's much more relaxed than Goodreads where things can get very heated.

A Girl from Pluto Ep. 1

 

This series will contain posts styled as a memoir with memories that I feel like sharing. I first wrote these articles in 2017 when I was suffering from burnout. I may post one or two a month. I hope you enjoy these intimate glimpses into the life of...

Episode 1

A Vanity of My Own

My oldest sister had a glass and gold vanity in her room. It had two shelves, so you could put products on the top and smaller items on the bottom. An oval mirror stood in the middle that moved back and forth if you needed it to, but it didn’t turn all the way around. I tried. 

I loved that vanity. It was classy and cool with all that glass. And it meant my sister was mature…a young woman. She clustered lotions and hair products in one corner. In another corner, she had perfume bottles. Around the oval mirror she had attached her claw hair clips. And her makeup was arranged just so on the bottom level. I enjoyed looking at it and sitting in the tiny chair, pretending I was older and beautiful. Even rich. I mean…it was gold.

At this time, I did wear makeup. I was probably ten or so. I liked to put on purple or blue eyeshadow, blush, and lipstick. In my 5th grade school picture, you can just make out a bit of blue eyeshadow on my lids and clear gloss on my lips. Being allowed to wear makeup meant I was mature, too…a young lady. I adored the feeling, and I was the only one in my class who wore makeup, so I felt privileged in a way.

But I did not have a vanity.

One day, I was with my dad in his truck. We were close to home when we passed a house with a piece of furniture on the side of the road. Glass gleamed in the sunlight. Gold sparkled. My eyes widened. The vanity! No, not any vanity. It was an exact replica of my sister’s vanity. I asked my dad to turn around and get it for me. I so badly wanted it because it was just like my sister’s. He had no problem at all fetching it for me, and I was filled with delight.

When we got home, he brought it into the room I shared with my mom and other sister. I cleaned it with Windex, paper towels, and love. It was perfect! No scratches. No rust. I went back and forth from the master bathroom I shared with my mom and sisters and took items from the counter to put on my vanity, like hairbrushes, hair spray, my makeup, which included little containers of body glittery that I’d put on my eyelids and cheeks. As I did this, I’d snuck into my sister’s room (she wasn’t home) and studied her vanity. I went back to mine, shifted things around, and hunted for specific items from the bathroom that I could add to my vanity to make it match my sister’s. I was proud of my creation, prouder more that I was a little bit closer to my oldest sister, who never really wanted to hang out with me, but maybe this would help that…show that I’m not as little as she thought.

Later, my other sister noticed the resemblance of my vanity and our sister’s vanity. More, she noted how I had set mine up in the exact same fashion. “I’m going to tell her you’ve copied her,” she said, and hurried off to tattle to our big sister.

I sat in the small chair and stared at my vanity, tears forming in my eyes. I felt as though I had done something really bad. Awful, in fact.

Both of my sisters came in then, and my oldest sister was livid that I not only had the same vanity but completely copied her. I don’t remember what was said, but I do recall that the claw hair clips were pointed out, because I had put mine along the mirror, too. I even had the same number there: three. One on top and one on each side.

By the time they left, I was crying.

My sister couldn’t see that I copied her because I looked up to her. She was huge in my eyes. In a good way. She was older, cooler, and I had wanted to be just like her. Instead of being flattered that I would mimic her with something as silly as a vanity’s spread, she was mad.

And I became mad, too. I picked up my hairbrush, laid out like hers, and threw it on the ground.

Little sisters look up to their big sisters. This is what I did. Perhaps it would’ve been fine if my other sister copied her, since the two of them were closer. Or perhaps not? Maybe she had wanted to be an individual. But what she couldn’t see is that she was inspiring me. I craved what she had, not because I wanted to take anything from her, but because I wanted to be like her.

I ended up not using that vanity. I looked at it with shame, made to believe I did something so unforgivable, and we ended up getting rid of it. I never had a vanity since, but I still think about that glass and gold vanity. If I ever find one like it, I’ll buy it and respect it in a way I wasn’t able to as a child.

Writer Friends Challenge #WritersFriendChallenge

 

Last year, I stumbled upon an Instagram challenge that takes place monthly. 

#WriterFriendsChallenge

I saw someone I follow posting daily for it, but I don't remember who it was. (Sorry, if it was you.) I'm always looking for some kind of content to do for my Instagram, a way to promote my books or current projects without being too salesy or pushy, and I definitely enjoy connecting with other writers.

June was the first month I joined in on the challenge. Since then, I've participated every month and will continued to do so as long as the challenge keeps on going.

I learned a few things along the way:

1. You do not have to participate every single day. If a prompt stumps you, doesn't work with your books/projects, or you're just too busy, you can skip it. You can skip several. It's okay.

2. When you post, add the hashtag #WriterFriendsChallenge to be discoverable, but also click "Tag a Person" and tag the challenge's account @writer.friends.challenge. This is additional discoverability.

3. When you look for people posting, don't just go to the #WriterFriendsChallenge. Also go to the account @writer.friends.challenge and click on the tag symbol with the outline of a person. (Tip: It's directly above the posts, to the right. You'll see one other option that's 9 stacked squares. Tags is to the right of those 9 stacked squares.) When you go there, you'll find the other people who tagged the account in their post. This is the best way to find the most current posts since the hashtags do not give you the option to see recent posts as they used to, so you'll see posts for months and years past all mixed up. Not ideal when you want to see new posts.

4. Just like with a blog hop, the thing to do is to like the posts and follow the participants.

5. But you gotta build relationships. Liking and following is nice, but you have to do more than that to build a connection. Comment on posts and reply back to comments that you get. Sometimes, if you don't have anything to add, a simple, "Thank you!" is enough.

6. Just like with all challenges and relationships, it takes time. So, the first few months, I didn't have as much engagement. I also think that the challenge was a bit smaller then. It has grown since I started to participate, because the more writers who join it, even more writers are able to find out about it. Finally in October, I started to get real, genuine engagement on my posts from people who sound truly interested in my current projects. That was a HUGE change. It shocked me and equally delighted me.

7. Have fun with it.

January 2025 Prompts:

These were the prompts for the last four months of 2024:

Some of my recent favorite posts:

Clickable if you’d like to read the captions.

Best of Write with Fey 2024

 

BEST OF WRITE WITH FEY 2024

Works-in-Progress:

Take a Peek into My Work-in-Progress: Find Ivy

Take a Peek into My Enemies-with-Benefits Story

Writer's Life:

My Writing and Publishing Roadmap

What Rejections Still Hurt?

Learning to Read was a Struggle

Blogging:

My Blog's Top 13 Posts of All Time

Chrys' Top 13 Blog Post Picks

Movie Love:

Movie Lists Fun (Childhood Favorites, Comfort Movies, All-Time Favs)

How Did the Movie Pitch Black Inspire me?

How Did the Movie UltraViolet Inspire Me?

How Did the Movie Matrix: Reloaded Inspire Me?

How Did the Movie Van Helsing Inspire Me?

How Did the Movie Gothika Inspire Me?

Author Life:

This Promo Thing Is Crap

Desperate Is as Desperate Does

The "Gift" That Keeps on Giving

It's Challenging, Don’t You Think?

Listen. I'm Saying It Again.

Random:

Let's Talk Taylor Swift

The Disaster Curse is now FREE FOREVER!

Space is Hard / Writers on the Moon

Grief Work & Healing Journey:

A - ASMR

B - Beach

C - Church

D - Donating

E - Epistle (Letter from Heaven)

F - Facebook Posts

G - Grief Share

H - Haiku Poetry

I - Imari

J - Job (New Job)

K - Kitchen Time

L - Ladybug Rocks #LadyBugRocksFL

M - Miracle Moments

N - Nature

O - Our Story (Keepsake Journal)

P - Playlist + Photo Collages

Q - Quiet (Reading) Time

R - Removing and Redecorating

S - Sammy the Teddy Bear

T - Tauren Wells "Joy in the Morning"

U - Use + YOU

V - Videos of Wildlife

W - Wellness Journal

X - X Out Certain Thoughts

Y - Yahtzee

Z - Zoo Trip

Looking Toward to 2025:

I have two post ideas to share in January, but as far as any other blogging plans for 2025...I don't really have any. I won't even be participating in the April Blogging from A to Z Challenge. It seems that I do it two years in a row and then don't participate for a few years, so I guess I'm on par.

For 2024, I didn't have a plan come January, but I ended up getting ideas for posts, as you can see with the lists above.

For 2025, my 13th year of blogging, I don't know what I'll be doing here.

I still have one feature idea that I've been mulling over for a couple of years now. This feature wouldn't be for writers/authors. They'd be more for girls/women. It'd be memoir style like Caitlin Moran’s How to be a Woman. So that means there will be stories about my childhood and growing up as the youngest sister. I mean, I have an essay about shaving, so yeah. HAHA. There's also stories about living without electricity and without a bed, etc. I'm still not sure if I'll do this, but I don't know what else I'll do with this content. Once, I thought I'd publish a memoir, but I don't want to do that anymore. My blog is the only other place I can think of sharing these essays. I'll continued to mull it over.

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