Writing the Dark Stuff

As some who've read Lightning Tree know, I write about controversial issues in LDS history. But I have worked hard to keep my storytelling about the main story--about the journey my main character takes, and if historical events come into play they come through the eyes of my character, and they are relevant only in how they affect my character. In Lightning Tree, my main character was a child when the Mountain Meadows Massacre happened. At the time, it was not a topic discussed openly among those who she would have known and associated with.

Article in the Rexburg Standard Journal

At Camp

I wrote this when I was 13 or 14. Again, I am going to refrain from editing. That includes actually putting in several wince-worthy commas and modifiers. I have, however, omitted the first few paragraphs because they contained too much embarrassing teen angst. Yeah, I know, you're disappointed. My grownup commentary will be inserted in italics.

I laughed as my friend and I skipped down the dirt path to the bathrooms. We were both quite winded, as the little "jog" had been about half of a mile, from the cafeteria to the bathrooms.

Kissing Jeeves: Part III (& final installment)

If you missed it and are so inclined:

Part I
Part II

Again, realize this was written by me when I was fifteen. I am leaving it unedited. But I am also inserting observations (likely unwelcome by my 15-year-old self, but such is life, fifteen-year-old-self) in italics.

When I was writing Lightning Tree, several things happened to made me feel Heavenly Father was guiding me. I'd come upon just the right information in a way that seemed miraculous. Hard copies of pioneer journals would fall randomly into my hands, and they would describe exactly the historical events I'd be writing about. I'd research family names, fall in love with them, and then suddenly come upon them several times in a row either in reading or just walking around "provo town" and seeing monuments.

Review: The Unlikely Gift of Treasure Blume, by Lisa Harris

Treasure Blume is like her name—a rare find, with a delightful ability to allow herself to be in spite of others’ opinions. Anyone who has ever felt unwanted, unliked, or socially awkward will find real comfort in reading about this strong woman who triumphs in spite of heartache. This book is about moving through trial and not allowing others to make you feel small. I highly recommend it to anybody who enjoys upbeat women’s fiction.

Kissing Jeeves, part II

For part I, go here.

As stated before, I wrote this when I was around 15 years old. I will not be editing it except to change a spelling or word I think I must have done by mistake (unless it's funny, then I will leave it.) But I will be inserting my unwelcome adult thoughts here and there.

You and Me

You and Me

You love me in algebra—
D + d = L to the Nth degree,
and I love you in quarter notes—
a fierce appoggiatura and a soft, high C.
We loved each other then in
a jumble of chords using mostly black keys,
in square roots, and Pi with ice
cream, and the straining of infinity.

We passed my childhood in a
barrage of love-fear-grief-love—our Symphony.
When firmaments fell, you were
quiet. You held your anger safe from me.
At my wedding dance (neither
of us dances) we circled awkwardly,
and when I left the house for good

Kissing Jeeves, part I

Written by me. At age 15, I believe.

(Just a warning... this is verbatim. Therefore, no editing. At all.)


When I came down to the dinner table, I wasn't feeling very well. We (Uncle Bertie and I) were dining in that night. Jeeves served us roasted duck and the smell made my eyes water.

"So, how are things, at the, eh, bording school?" my uncle inquired, straining to make polite conversation. "And your teachers, are you getting on?"

"Quite well, thank you," I replied, cutting into the duck.

Posting my childhood

In my writer bios, I have frequently included the fact that my childhood journals are littered with stories and poems. Lately, I have been going back through these old writings of mine and I've been thinking that my friends and family might enjoy some of them.

I'm going to start posting "archival writings", including my age at the time I wrote them.

A warning: a lot of my stories, especially when I was a teenager, were romances. There's some kissing now and then. Funny, because as an adolescent and teenager I cringed whenever a movie had kissing in it.

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