Bibliophile

So I have a problem..... I have reached maximum capacity on my bookcase.

My mother thinks my problem is that I hoard books.

She's insane, one does not hoard books, one simply collects them. No one understands.

Books are more that just paper and covers and words. They're like portals to another world. Obviously I'm a book nerd and not everyone thinks like that or can understand that.

But the stories they hold are much deeper than just an adventure. They teach you lessons so profound that even after you have finished them, the story remains in your soul.

And if you can't appreciate that kind of magic, then you have been reading the wrong books. Or you are reading right books the wrong way. And I'm dreadfully sorry for the people who have not experienced the magic of a good story. I urge you all to jump into it! You're missing out.

So I need another bookcase so I can have places to put my books besides my desk, floor, chair, and bed.

A TARDIS one preferably, and I'm open to donations.

What's your favorite books? What stories have stuck with you? What does your bookcase look like?

Beauty week!

Hey guys! It's beauty week at Peebles! I'm at my local Peebles in Geneva, New York modeling a look Erica done for me.

Come in ladies to get your make up done and learn some new tricks. And if  you're in my area come in and have a chance to read excerpts from my upcoming book.

I hope to see you there!

Book Wizard

I'm accepting donations. This is one thing on my wishlist :)

The Struggle Is Real

Le me at work.

Google is being dumb

I'm posting this to test my blogger app because I have posted like five posts and they won't publish. And this makes me very angry.

Maybe it's because they had pictures attached to them or maybe it's because Google is dumb. I don't know. And then they get deleted without it publishing to my blog.

I'm so annoyed.

GOOGLE YOU NEED TO FIX THIS NOW PLEASE.

Ugggh.... Nightmares...

I'm not really sure what to write about, all I know I have to write something.

It feels like someone has placed my head in between a pair of vise grips and tightened them into my temples.

My eyes are so heavy but I really don't want to sleep. I want to stay up and write. But coffee burns my stomach and I have to wake up early in the morning.

Reading is out of the option, all of the words on the page blur together, or they flip upside down and backwards, making me question if its even written in english.

Netflix? I'm actually on a Netflix cleanse so that is also not in the realm of possibilities. Netflix is a thief because it steals all of my time.

Never mind maybe it is time for me to go to sleep, it just took me 10 minutes to decide if I spelt the word thief right. And it still don't seem right to me.

My brains slowly shutting down and I think I might just let myself drift away. Escape into dreamland. Which hasn't been a dreamland but more like nightmare-opolis.

Don't you hate those night when you're so exhausted but you don't get a good night's sleep? Because when you close your eyes you enter into a place that is worse than anything you've ever faced in your reality.

Gosh. I could write horror stories. Like H.P Lovecraft and Stephen King horror stories.

I don't know what it is. I guess when you are trying to serve Jesus and live for him the devil gets desperate and tries other means of torture. Getting inside your dreams because not matter how fast you run in them, you can't escape. Until you wake up. But even then it seems like the monster is still there. Lurking about. Waiting for you to close your eyes so it attack again.

I pray I have no nightmares tonight. I need the sleep. No, I'm getting the sleep. I'm just not getting the rest.

So I'll say good night. Don't let the bed bugs bite.

Nevermore

Book Hangover: Legend

It is currently 2:47 am on March 12th 2015. I just finished reading Champion, the last book in Marie Lu's Legend trilogy.

And, oh my gosh........ what an ending. I won't spoil it for anyone but, I cant. I just can't right now. What a perfect bitter sweat ending. Easily my favorite series of all time behind Harry Potter. It's not anything like Divergent or Hunger Games. It's on a level by itself. The storyline is so unique and the characters are incredible. The world sucks you in from the moment you start to read the first page. EVERYONE GO READ THIS BOOK!

I don't even know what to write about, I just can't believe it's over. I'm going to be reading the epilogue for the next 5 weeks because I just can't get over it. I want more Day and June. I NEED MORE DAY AND JUNE IT JUST CAN'T END LIKE THAT. I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE THE REPUBLIC OF AMERICA. WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE OVER.

ASDFGHJKL.

Please excuse me while I try to steal my heart back from Marie Lu because she stole it the minute in started reading Legend.

P.s I literally cannot even, I can't even, I am unable to even, I have lost the ability to even, I am so not even!!!!! 

P.p.s comment below to start a petition for Marie Lu to write more Legend books. We need more June and Day.

Librarian Perks

I honestly have the best bosses in world. So today one of my managers went out to, I can't remember the name, but it was a book warehouse that was going out of business so they were giving away free books to libraries.

Well my amazing manager got tons of books for our lovely library and our future little free libraries. While she was there she kept me and my love of poetry and Doctor Who in mind and brought me back, "A thousand mornings" by Mary Oliver, "Rope" by Alison Hawthorne Deming, "An Almost Pure Empty Walking" by Tryfon Tolides. And the piece de la resistance "The Wheel of Ice" by Stephen Baxter (insert doo weee dooos). As well as a Wreck This Journal. I've wanted one for the longest time and almost did back flips when I saw it was mine.

Getting new books is awesome and it's even more awesome when you get them for free because book warehouses just give them away to libraries and then library managers give them to awesome library employees.

Don't be jealous of my librarian perks.

If you read any these titles let me know what you thought of them, I haven't had a chance to dive into them yet.

Hootie, the anger management expert.

I know hootie is not the most creative name for an owl, but during my overwhelming excitement it was the only one I could think of.

It all started when I arrived home from work and notice some annoying, stupid, little vandal sprayed black spray paint across my license plate. I yelled at the sky and kicked some pavement before I stormed into my house to get some paper towels and cleaner. With every foot I drove into the squishy spring ground a swear word was to follow. How could someone just do that. I PARK IN A CHURCH PARKING LOT!

With my blood boiling I squat to scrub the vandals handy work off my precious Shelby. (Yes I named my car, and the paint came off fairly easy due to the lack of brain cells exhibited by the vandals because paint does not stick under certain temperatures)

When suddenly something flew over head. Naturally I thought it was my brother (who would like to be known as Amory) throwing snowballs at me. (Which is more like ice than snow) So I jumped up and screamed some nasty things and threw some snow back in that general direction.

Then "Amory" came outside to see what I was yelling about. I yelled at him for throwing snowballs at me while I was trying to clean my car, and of course he denied it which sparked a yelling match.

During our exchange of loud words "Amory" stops and says "woah look behind you"

Which I replied "What so you can throw more snowballs at me?"

He shushes me and moves closer to the pine tree in our front yard. Sitting on one of the lone branches was little hootie. Immediately I was filled with an incredible bubbly sensation, a mix of happiness and surprise. Owls are one of my favorite animals and never have I seen one in person. I've spent hours on pinterest looking at them and I have a silver owl ring on my ring finger that I never take off and there I was face to face with one of the most beautiful creatures God has ever made. It was like a dream come true.

At the sight of little hootie all of my anger melted away. I forgot all about the little vandals, the snowballs, and the spray paint on Shelby's license plate. It was like God sent little hootie to calm me down because honestly nothing would have except for the sight of a precious little owl.

There are times when Darth Vader comes to me with words of wisdom.....

Blogging is dumb

To blog or not to blog, that is the question.

Blog. Blogger. Blogging. Blogged. Blogget. Bloggian.

Blog is such a weird word. It's like one of those words that makes less and less sense the more you say it.

What is a blog? Well I don't know because obviously my blog is not that popular. I don't even know what to post half the time. I want to post excerpts of my writings but I'm a hurricane of fear and nervousness.

One: I think someone might steal my work.

Two: Someone might tell me I suck, then my dreams of being an author will be ruined.

I look at popular blogs and they post stories about amazing life experiences, or articles full incredibly useful information.

My blog? Has none of those things. I don't know what mine would be considered. Most of the time I feel like I'm talking to myself but whatevs. I enjoy it. 

I guess that what a blog is though, expressing yourself.

ATTENTION!!

New URL!!!

I am now known as AliceShawWrites.BlogSpot.com

Tell your friends, if you don't have friends tell your mom. If you have friends still tell your mom. Tell your brother, sister. Your sister from another mista, and your brother from another motha. Tell everyone. Shout it from the rooftops. Write it on a cake and send it to your weird uncle in Kentucky. Tell people that Alice Shaw has a new URL and they need to visit it.

That is all.

Much love. xo