S.M. LaVelle

I always hype up writing in my head to be some sort of daunting task. It makes me shy away from it and avoid even thinking about it. But every time I come back it's like greeting a familiar friend that I love to have deep conversations with. I've never—NEVER,  been someone who procrastinates, but writing makes me look around the room searching for a distraction. 
          Do not fret. I have nearly all of TAPATEOTW written, it's just getting myself to publish it that is the task now... ONWARD!

I was scrolling the interwebs (as one does when avoiding the dreaded thought of writing (oh no!)) And saw what appeared to be an inspiring thought. An inspiring ✨️mindset✨️ if you will and i had the need to share...
          
          "Do your worst"
          
          The concept of doing your best places your mind into a struggle for perfection. Do your worst enables you to just DO. So I will be taking that message and wrapping it in my arms, and I hope you may also find comfort in the sentiment.
          Xoxo

I got a star! Not only a star, MY FIRST STAR. Thank you internet stranger. Whether it was a slip of the finger or a very intentional action, I feel so grateful :') xoxo

Welcome to The Party! Everyone is invited because well... you are all residents of Earth with nowhere to run. So as the asteroid makes it way to your planet there's only one thing left to do - accept your fate. 
          
          I hope you are ready for "There's A Party at the End of the World". This was a manically written "short-story" in a month span. I don't know what took over me. But Jasper grabbed me by my throat and wouldn't let go until I put all their longing onto paper.
          
          Jasper is well, a piece of me in a way. The part that longs for the suffering to end. The person who longs for the good days to go on forever, the person who looks change in the face and turns away pretending they didn't see it. I hope maybe you'll come to love Jasper as I have. 
          
          Elle is my baby. The bright sun. The warm day. The intense emotions that flood down and around you. The steady shoulder and the person I would most want by my side as the world ends. You'll love her, just as she will love you.
          
          TAPATEOTW, is still a work in progress I can't promise everything will be perfect on the first publish. I will try my best to make it as good as I can. And will try to keep updates going. I'm just so excited for this new adventure, with you, and us together. 
          
          Thanks for reading xoxo

Turns out, I'm quite bad at this. I'll have to start new goals for myself in order to remain on track. YIKES! Anyways....I'm hoping to post the first chapter of TAPATEOTW by Friday ;X oxox

A culmination of two years worth of thoughts posted and done. And now as with the change of the seasons, I too must continue onward. I'll mark the heart of autumn deep into my chest. And remember it as the day I finally accomplished a writing goal I've long had for myself.
          
          It's funny. I grew up believing I hated writing. I could never 'get it'. And in high school there was always the girl with the prettiest prose being called out to read her essay and be appraised by the teacher. And I would think, I wish I could write like 'that'. Well I 'can' and I will. 
          
          I've been doing "this" for four years now. And whatever "this" is I would like to continue it and let it take me where ever it may. 
          
          And if you happen to find yourself running across my page and skimming your eyes through my work, I thank you from the deepest part of my soul for allowing little 'ol me to take up your precious time.

So Amazon being down fucked up my whole plan for getting The Sad Girl finished today. OR SO YOU THOUGHT.
          I have them all almost done. Sweatie. I just need to make cover images.
          
          All. has gone according the grander plan. Then onto *TAPATEOTW*

6 DAYS - feel like someone who watched the tape in The Ring at this point :")

me seeing my own deadline approaching like i wasn't the one who made it:
          "running emoji (because apparently you can't put an emoji in wattpad???)
          fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

32 parts left of "A Sad Girl's Guide"... HERE WE GO.
          And then I'll get back to "The Party"