Keturah's Korner

I do not understand people who love snow.  I do not understand why snow is considered beautiful.  Snow covers beauty. It smothers and freezes and kills. 
God created a beautiful earth.  Because of our sin, the earth was cursed with a flood that consequentially messed up Earth's perfect atmosphere. And thus the Earth has ever since been put under stress by extreme heat and cold. 
I believe there was no snow before the flood.  I believe snow is part of the curse.  How is that beautiful, I ask? 
Snow is cold ... as cold as a broken heart, cracking the warmest sparks of hope.  Beauty is not cold.  Beauty is warm.  Beauty isn't what's on top ... it's what is real, what lies underneath.  Beauty isn't cruel. Beauty doesn't freeze your fingers.  Beauty doesn't kill you.  Yeah, snow will kill you.  But ... I guess something about us humans, is we do find beauty in the oddest of places.  Where we shouldn't.  We find beauty in tears.  We find beauty in death.  We…

This is the surprise I mentioned last week.
Now, please don't be sad and say, "This is ridiculous."
Laughing is good to do, especially around April Fool's Day, yes?



If you remember, awhile back I posted a flash fiction on my blog called Crazy as Poison Ivy. This story was inspired by true life events ;) Meaning ... it actually happened, I just wrote that story as fiction.  La'el is my friend, Rashida La'el. And she actually thinks this is funny. She is the only one getting a free essential oil ... sorry, these things actually cost me a bit to make, despite being a completely ridiculous joke. 

Please, don't feel like you have to buy one to laugh, though. The pictures can be enjoyed in and of themselves (I hope).  But if you would like to support a crazy artist, definitely buy yourself a fake essential oil! 

These bottles are sealed and filled with peanut oil. And, yes, it was a messy job filing them up. But even harder was getting the labels to stick ... …

The best nights were the nights Susan slept through and never dreamed. Thankfully, the majority of her nights were such nights. But after the Pevensies broke their New Year’s Eve gathering and headed to bed, Susan’s eyes closed and she dreamed.

She dreamed of battles, of evil men wishing to marry her, of a white stag that would take away everything they’d fought for and deposit them back into another world as children …

Susan awoke on the morning of the first, shaking with unresolved emotions. She shouldn’t be sad. She reminded herself, “None of it was real. None of it.” Sunlight poured in from her frosted window and played on her coverlet.

She closed her eyes and remembered seeing Aslan’s face last night in the mirror Lucy had given her. Had Lucy been playing a trick on her? Susan knew it was no trick, but her imagination messing with her. She opened her eyes to forget how real Aslan had seemed, to see the real world.

Just as it had always been, it was harder to forget Aslan tha…

The title of this post is a line from my current WIP. Though I wrote my character being snarky as she said that, how I wish I had this much confident positivity. But, yeah, I tend to share all the sour parts and hope people still see the good things in me, as if those will speak for themselves. 
Maybe I should share more good and less bad. 
Maybe I'm saying my own words through the mouth of my character convicted me just a little ;)

And now it's time to share all the bad things that have been happening. Because who are we kidding??? Complaining is addicting. 
So this month has been ... not so good. Last month I was sick, and I thought I got over it. But as soon as I thought I was better, I got sick. Again, and again, and again. My head always hurt, I was completely exhausted, and at the end, I acquired the most horrid sinus affection ... but that wasn't really the worse of it. 
On top of that, I've been stressing and worrying over a bunch of little things, and I'm…

Welcome to Keturah's Korner, Cait! I'm so excited to be talking with you today. Could you start out by telling us some things about yourself? 
Thanks so much for having me on your blog! And hi to everyone! My name is CG Drews (also known as Cait from Paper Fury) and I'm an author and cake enthusiast from Australia. When I'm not writing, I'm trying to convince my small dog that the bed is not his (I have zero luck here) and making my own ice cream from scratch (writing fuel!).

How long have you been writing and how many stories have you written?
I started writing seriously when I was fifteen ... so ten years now (yiiiikes I feel old) and I've accumulated over thirty drafts. I promise they're not all very intelligible though!

Can you tell us the story behind finding your agent/ publisher?
I started querying for an agent when I was nineteen. I'd researched the process (ah, Google, my old friend) until I was overflowing with advice and had a query letter craf…

Mrs. Henry was in the kitchen humming a song and kneading a lump of dough when she heard her children arguing. She wiped her floury hands on her apron and went to the edge of the room to spy on her children before scolding them.

Both of her sons faced each other, their fists clenched and ready to fight.

Jimmy's face flushed red with indignation as he yelled at his brother. "Mother said it's evil to lie!"

Billy, the elder of the two whispered, "Sh. Mother doesn't have to know."

Jimmy shook his head. "But God will know."

Mrs. Henry's heart swelled with pride. Both of her boys were good boys, but Jimmy was already showing a sign of loving God that touched her just where it felt wonderful. Billy, on the other hand . . . he was a difficult child.

The mother sighed making her presence known.

Both boys jumped, Billy so much that he wasn't even close to his younger brother anymore.

"What are you trying to make Jimmy do now?" Mrs. Henry …