Well, classes are out, and summer has officially begun for me!  My first week off has been filled with writing.  I'm so stoked to be able to focus on my manuscript now!  It's going to be a challenge, but... I'm aiming at getting this novel penned down by the end of summer!  Here goes!!

It's creepy.  It's twisted.  But hey, that's what I do.
BIRD OF PREY

Experience this creepy read now!
BIRD OF PREY, an original story

Scholarship Essay!

 

 

           It’s no wonder that in this Digital Age we live in, more and more students are choosing digital textbooks over traditional ones.  In many cases they are cheaper, more portable, and convenient.  College campuses are now flooded with e-readers, and the trend is growing.

            Still, I can’t help but feel that traditional textbooks are the better choice.  Sure, they’re bulkier, possibly more expensive, and sometimes make your book bag feel as if it’s loaded with bricks, but a printed book has so much to offer a student.  Who out there hasn’t covered their biology book in sticky-notes?  Highlighted key terms in bright yellow?  A traditional textbook is such a great tool to have when studying for that final exam.  Students are able to scribble their own notes in the margins (which are often too small for my chicken scratch!), and they can label and underline as much as they please. 

A printed book also allows students the convenience of flipping quickly to a desired page instead of scrolling through one screen at a time, which is often the case with a digital textbook.  College courses are difficult, and many times you have to look up multiple things in a single text; there’s nothing like being able to slip your fingers between the worn pages of a traditional textbook and hold your place there while you flip back to chapter three, searching for that term you just can’t remember.

A traditional textbook simply allows students the ability to personalize their study programs.  You make the book your own, filling it with sticky-notes, a rainbow of highlighters, and that soda spill from last night’s study session.      

  

Time for a little sample, straight from BIRD OF PREY.  Here goes...

 



He was here.  The murderer stood right here.  Right where I’m standing. 
Maggie couldn’t suppress these haunting thoughts as she picked up each feather and tossed it in the trash.  Paranoia soon set in; Maggie jumped at every little creak, every whistling breeze, believing it to be something much more sinister.  She held the constant suspicion that she was being watched, that she wasn’t the only one in that bookstore….  Completely covered in goosebumps now, she quickly disposed of the remaining feathers.  A chill swam through her body as she turned one last time to examine the darkened bookstore, before shutting the door and stepping out into the cool October air.

Black feathers were scattered around the body....

 

 

find BIRD OF PREY here!