Storytelling Through Art.
My goal is to show experiences in a meaningful way through short stories and hand-drawn sketches.
Find me on IG too! @Hannah_Marie._Artwork
I’m in! — One Adventurer’s Story.
This is the last week at my job. I voluntarily resigned a month ago, with the idea that I am going to take the summer off. I am leaving on good terms, but I’m setting off on an adventure! I have calculated my savings, my budget, and two other trips already bookended on either side of my summer ramblings. My plan for adventure: to section hike the Appalachian Trail for five to six weeks!
The love-hate relationship of cats.
As I write this, my cat is lost. I haven’t seen him for over a week. I’m hoping he’s just holed up somewhere in someone’s house, cozy and oblivious to the worry that he is subjecting me to. However, I know that in reality he could be on the side of the road or stuck in a chimney. I am not sure if he will come back like nothing happened or if I will never see him again. Times like these remind me that I’m lucky to have a cute, little, fuzzy companion.
Book Sabbatical: April
A lot of the reading time that I have taken has been deliberate. As evidenced by this post, better late than never, right? It is difficult for me right now to find time for a reading, though I am incorporating art and writing into my evenings. Audiobooks have been amazing and even including short synopsis of books that I have read has cushion to my writing and solidified things that I have learned from each story. One of the advantages of trying new things in art is that I learn to see things from a new perspective, and some of the books that I read enhance a different way of approaching the world. I hold on to the fact that reading a good book is just as important as writing a good book.
Faces Among Us
The Turkish word, Meraki means, “The soul, creativity or love put into something; The essence of yourself that is put into your work.” I recently noticed this definition displayed at my gym and I think it accurately describes my stage of life right now.
Book Sabbatical: March
This month it was hard for me to stay focused. I had most success in my audiobooks, but also am finishing some non-library books that will be revealed in the April blog. I enjoyed the dash of non-fiction this month which is unusual for me, but makes me feel in touch with real life. I hope to continue stretching my smarty pants muscles and learning more about writing well. My plan for April is to continue digging into books on my shelf and to re-read a couple favorites. Find me on Instagram @hannah_marie._author or Facebook @HannahMarie.author!
Book Sabbatical: February
February is classified as the month of love, and even though I don’t have a valentine this year, I’ve still gotten to love on some of my family and friends. There have been some coffee dates, tearful conversations, quiet evenings, and laughter. Taking time out of my busy schedule to continue building relationships is always worth it, even if it takes away from things that I usually deem “important.” The question is, what matters in the end?
Learn: Poem #21
In a previous post, I shared the impact of relationships, giving you all a sneak peek at my poetry pamphlet Monomyth Melodies, coming out later this year. Below is one of my poems that doesn't follow the common method of rhyming. Instead, I've used the alphabet as inspiration, tracing each letter at the beginning of each line. I started out wanting to have stanzas, where just sections of the poem would rhyme, but at the end I was able to create an entire piece that bounces off each other, creating one semblance of thought through twenty-six separate phrases. Some of the thoughts are a sentence on their own and others blend into the following line. Either way, I have tried to create moments of thoughtfulness and woven in nuggets of truth. The world is not how we would wish, but every step that we take remind others that we are not in this alone. Sometimes it just takes one voice to stand out.
A Goal Aspired.
I don't want to write the next great American novel. True, I do have some amazing dreams for writing, including exploring several genres and languages that I don't even know yet. However, I am learning that creating novels like those that still reside in my head takes time. It is a slow and sometimes tedious process. But let me tell you, it is worth it! My current project has been more than three years in the making. I don't include a lot from that project here, as I'd like to wait until I have a finished product. My goal is to create a graphic novel, with three points of view: a sour rebel, a bouncy stabilizer, and a dreamy go-getter. All of these characters have strengths and weaknesses. All of these characters are from different backgrounds. All of these characters are different races. All of these characters are teens. And all of these characters are forced to interact closely with each other.
To the Everyday Encouragers
It takes a village to raise a child. And sometimes it takes an army of people to transform an adult. The funny thing is, when I became an adult, I thought I had arrived. I no longer needed help or being told what to do. But that is not true. Our lives need changing, even as a grown adult. And the funny thing is, most of the time I am not even aware of the influence that other people have on me--or the influence that I could have on others. There are so many people around me who shed light in places that are broken.
Book Sabbatical: January.
In my previous post regarding a book sabbatical, I mentioned that I was a self-proclaimed bibliophile and I decided that a bibliophile goal for 2022 is to enjoy the books on my bookshelves! Before you say, “Hang on! That’s contradictory,” I looked up several sources that calls a bibliophile one who loves books, collects books, or even someone who walks into a bookstore and comes out with at least one book. That would be me. *hand up here.*
I wrote this poem initially because I wanted to share the expressions of heartbreak that I have felt. I know not everyone experiences the same emotions, but sometimes it's nice to know that someone has been there. It doesn't go into detail, just some of the self-pondering thoughts of blame and sorrow that I went through. One of the things that I want to share with this poem is not just the chaos that a broken heart carries. But as the poem goes on I am able to share that I can sing with my brokenness. I might not be the same person I was before I went through this mess, but that doesn't mean that I have to stay broken.