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May Wrap Up & June TBR

 

May Wrap Up

Shadowlith by Stuart Thaman

If you love fantasy and you’re looking for an up and coming author, you need to check this book out. It’s great for people who are trying to get into reading the fantasy genre and lovers of fantasy already. Check out my review here.

Fireworks by Katie Cotugno

Huge fan of Katie Cotugno’s writing! Sadly, this one fell short for me but it was devoured in about a week because I love her writing so much. If you’re going to read any of her books, my top recommendation is 99 Days. Review coming on my blog June 9th.

June TBR

I want June to be a decent reading month and I think I can manage 4-5 books. I don’t have Camp NaNo until July, so I plan on reading my heart out!

 

Walk the Edge by Katie McGarry- The second book in the Thunder Road series. I meant to finish this one in May but I didn’t feel like reading because I was sick for about a week and a half.

Long Way Home by Katie McGarry- The third book in the Thunder Road series! I’m just going to finish the series this month because I know they’re fun and easy reads.

Once and For All by Sarah Dessen- New Release from Sarah Dessen! This comes out June 6th, and I’m pumped up for this one!

Mann Cakes by Mysti Parker- My husband was at a book signing in April and he brought me home a copy of this from one of his author friends. She managed to sell out of this book! So cool!

Into the Deep by Samantha Young- This one was recommended to me by a friend and I decided to give the series a shot considering they take place in Ireland. I recently got my DNA test results back and found out I’m 24% Irish, so now I’m kind of obsessed with anything related to my ‘home country’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Camp NaNoWriMo: Week 1 Recap

It’s been a little over one week since the April session of Camp Nano began. One week already! I’ll admit, I’ve been a bit distracted due to trying to finish watching the final season of Sons of Anarchy (yes, I still haven’t finished that show) and 13 Reasons Why (based off the book, it’s so good and I’m only 5 episodes in)!

Sunday we had a cabin word war that ended up being very successful! Four or five of us ended up participating. Since we all had different schedules and live in different areas, the word war went from midnight Saturday to midnight Sunday and I ended up writing a little over 3,000 words. I’m still about 3k behind, but this weekend we’ll be having another word war, so I hope to catch up then.

One of my cabin mates told me a really good idea that helped with my writing Sunday. It’s the ‘write one page’ task. Where you can’t get up to do anything until you write one page. This helped tremendously!

I’ve also used some advice that my husband heard once where you can’t stop writing at a chapter break. That also helps a ton, because I don’t forget what I was previously writing. It’s hard for me to continue on something if I finish the chapter.

Planning on doing another cabin word war this weekend, hopefully I can catch up!

Anyone else doing Camp Nano? Any tips and tricks to share?

Current camp stats:

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Also, some side news. On April 17th, my husbands new YA Fantasy novel will be released! This is going to be a good one! If you’d like to check it out, find it at any of the 1490375765404following links:

You can also get a signed copy at any of his events he’ll be doing this year! Or he takes orders off of his website and will sign.

So You Finished Your Novel. Now what? (The Last July Update)

This week I finally finished my novel that I’ve been working on and off since the summer of 2013. I finished all the edits from my editor (my husband) and I’m not feeling too bad. Well, I wasn’t until I went to consider submitting it. This week, to my surprise, has been a rollercoaster of emotions over this manuscript.

You see, I felt pretty good about this novel until about 90% of the way through the edits and then I began second guessing myself. Is this book good enough? Have I literally just been rewriting my favorite books? What if I get rejected my first time? I don’t know how to take that.

My novel is my baby. A novel I struggled with reaching 50k during NaNoWriMo, and 70k for edits, has grown over 81k words! That amazes me! I pretty much scrapped the original document, I think there’s only 15% that resembles what it originally was.

Now what? I’ve made contact with a publisher and now we wait. The hard part is trying not to edit anymore. Literally, woke up this morning thinking, maybe I should change some things.

Luckily, the first session of Camp NaNoWriMo begins next Saturday, so that will take my mind off writing on my finished novel and concentrating on a new one. I’m pretty excited about this new one too! I pretty much have over half of it mapped out!

Have you ever submitted a manuscript? What part of the novel writing process is the scariest to you?

 

Sneak Peak at The Last July

In April of 2014, I did a session of Camp Nanowrimo where I started yet another novel that would go unfinished. This wasn’t my first attempt at Nanowrimo participation. I can’t believe three years later, I’ve finally finished this novel! Funny thing is, it’s nothing like the first draft! I switched the plot up (characters stayed the same) and added about 20k words. I’m feeling way better about this new version!

It’s currently undergoing edits, but I thought I would share with you the first chapter!

Hope you enjoy! If you haven’t checked out the YouTube playlist that I created for this novel, you can see it here and I also made a blog post about that a few weeks ago. If you’re into New Adult/Young Adult contemporary romance, I think you might enjoy this!

Also, I will be attempting both April and July’s Camp NaNoWriMo this year. Going to be working on a new project! I’ll keep you up to date on that when it begins!

 

The Last July

May

 

Chapter 1

 

“Bug spray?”

“Check.”

“Sunscreen?”

“Spray on and lotion, check.”

“Picture of your favorite person in the entire world?”

I grab the list from my best friend’s hand and roll my eyes. “I’m only going to be gone for two and a half months. Besides, it’s only Tennessee, I’m not even leaving the country.”

Janine flops back on the bed. “But you’re not going to have any cell service most of the time, so you might as well be on another planet! Do they even speak English in Tennessee?”

“Think you’re being a bit too dramatic?” I ask, going over my list by myself now. This is my third time checking everything. I’m pretty sure I’ve packed up my whole summer wardrobe and purchased every bottle of sunscreen I could find at Wal-Mart.

“No, I thought you grew out of summer camp! I figured this would be our last summer together before college, and we’d have one last hoorah.” She grabs my photo album off my nightstand, the one that I keep there year-round from past summers at Camp Arthur, my home away from home.

“You’ll be fine. We have a week once I get back to hang out before we go to college, and I’ll be coming home a few times to do laundry and see my parents. I can see you then,” I explain.

Janine grabs one of my folded blankets and tosses it at me. I thank her because it’s the one I was planning on taking with me anyway, a ratty old pink one that my grandma gave me when I was eight. I re-fold it and place it on top of my clothes and try to zip up the bag. It takes some force, but finally seals all the way shut after a few tries. I put it on the floor next to my sleeping bag and my backpack full of leisure stuff like books on my summer reading list that I haven’t gotten to and some nail polishes just in case my campers want to have a spa night. Spa nights at camp are some of the best nights at camp.

“Yuck, what the heck is this?” Janine asks, disgust written all over her face as she points to a picture in my scrapbook.

I jump on the bed and lean over her shoulder to see the picture. The memory brings a smile to my face.

“Leftover mashed potato mohawks,” I say proudly. My hair was so long last summer that I ended up winning the contest for my cabin. Four days after the game, I was still finding dried up potatoes in my hair. So worth it though.

“That doesn’t seem childish to you at all?” Janine asks, flipping the page.

“No, nothing is childish at camp. That’s the point, to have fun and do things you never get to do.”

“I would never put food in my hair,” Janine remarks, flipping through more of the photos. “What other ‘kid things’ do you do at this ‘camp’ place?”

“Rock climb, crafts, archery, swimming… there’s plenty to do, trust me. You’re really missing out,” I tell her, moving off of the bed to place all my stuff by the door. “There’s never a dull moment at camp.”

“Sounds strenuous. What about the boys? There has to be a handful of cute boys,” she asks, closing the photo album with a thud. Each page is so laden with photographs that the book weighs several pounds.

“Ha, I grew up with most of the guys there. No way would I ever be interested in them.”

She places the album back where it’s supposed to be and grabs her purse. “I wasn’t talking about you, I meant for me,” she says with a laugh.

She smiles mischievously before grabbing my sleeping bag and heading for the stairs. I shake my head, grab my other two bags, and head for the stairs.

When we hit the landing my mom comes out of the kitchen drying her hands on a towel. “Oh hey girls. I was just coming to make sure you were leaving on time, Penny.”

I love my mom dearly, but I hate when she calls me by my childhood nickname. Penny. It sounds cheap, whereas my full name, the name she gave me, Penelope, sounds ten times more mature. Typically, I ignore most people who shorten my name. It used to drive my high school teachers nuts, but lucky for them, I graduated. Once I’m in college, I can make damn sure no one calls me Penny – that cheap, easy excuse of a nickname.

“Am I never not on time?” I tease my mom, just as my phone alarm goes off telling me I need to head out to my car and get going.

She pulls me in for a hug. “Are you sure you can’t wait for your dad to get home? He really wanted to see you off,” she says.

I pull back from her and put on my backpack. “I can’t. I need to get there by three so I can get settled in before my we have our first staff dinner. I’m required to be there.”

If I hadn’t added on the requirement part, there’s no doubt mom would have made me wait for dad to get home from work, but she finally releases her hold on me and kisses my forehead.

“Be careful,” she tells me. “Check in with us when you can.”

“Don’t hold your breath for a phone call,” I tell her, and before she can scold me,     I pull out my package of stationery and stamps.

“What the heck is that?” Janine asks, feigning offense.

“If the campers can’t use phones, I’m not using mine either. I’m going old-school, snail mail.”

My mom smiles and pulls me in for another hug. “Have fun honey, we’ll miss you. And remember, you were a camper once, don’t try and scare the young ones with ghost stories,” she says.

“I would never!” I gasp, trying to keep the laughter from my voice for dramatic effect. “I would be the one trying to soothe them in the middle of the night if I did!”

“Alright, get out of here,” she says, smiling and swatting at me with her damp dishtowel.

“Oh, and mom,” I say, stopping at the front door. “If anything comes from Maryville, you’ll let me know, right?”

“Of course,” she says with a smile.

I thought I would have heard from Maryville a long time ago, while all my other friends were getting their own acceptance letters, but I guess that’s what I get for applying late. Now I’ll be waiting and cutting things close this summer with my school plans. It’s been Maryville or I’ll wait another semester to apply to another school, I chose Maryville because it’s just a short drive from camp, where I’d like to work every summer. Though, the next few months are the deciding factor for everything. I probably should have thought this through last summer.

Once Janine and I are at my car with all three of my bags loaded, she hugs me tightly too, almost tighter than my mom.

“Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t, Pen,” she says, pulling back and putting on her huge bug-eye sunglasses. Her bikini strings peak out of her tank top straps. Janine lives in swimsuits in the summer, whereas I live in hiking boots, gym shorts and old Camp Arthur tees.

“So, everything is fair game then?” I tease. Janine isn’t a prude by any means. Not even close.

“Way to add fuel to the fire, betch,” she fires back. I know Janine means well. She gets really defensive when she’s trying to hold back her real emotions. I just shake my head and tell her not to get into any trouble without me. She flips me the bird as I get into my car and pull out of the drive way. She keeps up the act until the last second and then waves a sad goodbye. I might just miss her more than she’ll miss me.

 

***

It’s a three hour drive from home to camp, one of those hours used to be pure hell because it’s all curvy back roads. It’s pretty easy to get to the camp, once you’re off the exit, there’s two right turns and you’re there. My mom made me bring an extra sprite and some crackers just incase I feel nauseous during the final part of my drive. Between my dads poor driving and being a backseat driver when I was a kid, I would always get sick the second we started on the dirt road. My mom liked to say it was early homesickness. I would let her believe what she wanted.

Every July since I was ten, I’ve gone to Camp Arthur. I know the place like the back of my hand. I could probably navigate the twisting and turning gravel pathways with a blindfold if I had to.

This year is different than all the others, and not just because I’m not an actual camper. This year, I’m in between, I’m a camper and a junior counselor. This year, I’ll be here for the whole summer. When I finally turn down the road for camp, I notice other things have changed too. A lot of the old gravel roads have been blacktopped, and they put in a pool to compliment the lake. The subtle difference are all needed upgrades, but they take away some of Camp Arthur’s rustic charm.

I don’t like change. Summer camps aren’t supposed to change. They’re supposed to look the same way they did when they were first built. Camp Arthur always made me feel like we were in the sixties or seventies, especially considering how old some of the furniture is in the common areas, parts of the cabins, and the bathrooms. Most of the bunks are made from wood and have names from previous campers carved in them too. If I look hard enough, I can probably find my name on six different bunks.

It’s strange being here without my parents dropping me off, I admit.

My parents were always the clingy type that insisted they come with me to my cabin to make up my bunk and make sure I got settled in. They would always talk my counselors’ heads off about the things I shouldn’t do and which activities I love. Why they thought a college-aged counselor cared about my sleeping habits and that I will refuse to eat on taco night was way beyond me.

As I readjust my duffel bag over my shoulder and walk toward the registration area to get my cabin assignment, I notice they’ve built a completely new welcome center that looks too modern next to the woods. I liked the old rustic one that was built long before I was born. I should have been prepared for the change though. When my parents and I received the promotional pamphlet in the mail, we were told the camp was being run under new ownership.

    Have the owners even been to a real summer camp? I wonder, taking in some of the more modern sights.

A new wooden sign hangs below the awning of the welcome center proclaiming, ‘Camp Arthur Est. 1974. Mountains of Possibilities’.

I just need to enjoy my final summer here as a CIT, a ‘counselor in training’. Who knows if I am going to be able to come back next summer as a legitimate counselor? The next two and a half months will decide that.

I walk inside the welcome center, the air conditioner on full blast and find a receptionist at a desk behind an open window like we’re in a doctor’s office. She looks bored out of her mind, flipping through Cosmopolitan. The front cover reads, “How to please a man, when you’re not on your knees.”

I clear my throat in order to get her attention.

She doesn’t look up from her magazine. “What’s up?” she asks tiredly.

Well aren’t we a happy camper? “I need to check in, I’m a junior counselor here for training,” I tell her.

“Aren’t you a little early?” she asks, finally putting her magazine down to check on the time.

“Just by 28 minutes.”

She let’s out an exaggerated breath and starts looking through papers on her desk, clearly not ready for the other ten or so people that should be showing up for training. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Penelope. I’m probably the only Penelope on your list,” I say, trying to get her to smile.

She doesn’t smile. She’s testing my patience as she continues to search the desk. Finally, she finds the paper she’s looking for. It appears that a coffee cup was sitting on it at one point because there’s a brown ring stain on it.

“Penelope… Penelope…. Ah, here you are,” says the worst receptionist ever hired, seems like she could use more training. “Cabin 6. Lucky you. You’ve got one of the new ones on the other side of camp. Air conditioning and everything. Enjoy.”

If the new owners of Camp Arthur are anything like this girl, I’m not sure I can survive two months working here for minimum wage. Growing up, I envied all of the employees here at Camp Arthur. They were all so kind and pleasant to be around. They treated me like a friend, not an incompetent child.

“Lucky me…” I sigh, ignoring the fact that my old cabin didn’t have air conditioning. I loved having the windows open and listening to the crickets and other animals at night. There’s something peaceful about a cabin with only four walls, a ceiling, and a floor, out in the middle of the woods. They always put the older girls further into the woods because the younger kids are too terrified of what goes bump in the night.

Miss Stickupmybum hands over my information, and I’m thankful I shouldn’t have to be around her much longer. I take the packet quickly and start walking away, but she stops me. My heart hammers in my chest at her tone that says, ‘I’m in charge.’ I hold my bag a little tighter.

“Don’t you need help finding it?” she asks. “I can walkie someone to take you there. You’re a bit too early, so everyone’s out doing their own thing. I think they’re all at the pool.”

“No, I’m good,” I tell her, not even bothering to look back when I open the door, and set off for the dirt path that leads to the wooden bridge. To be honest, I have no idea where my newly built cabin might be, but I want time to check things out before a counselor has full reign over me.

I cross the rickety bridge and walk by the mess hall, glancing in to see if it’s the same. Thankfully, it is, from what I can see.  I walk toward the trail that leads to the nature center, looking at a freshly painted sign that points to cabins six through ten. I’m glad Camp Arthur is expanding, but I worry that it won’t have the same camp feel to it when I become a counselor here. People come to camp to get away from the city and learn how to handle being without cell service or their normal daily routine, not to live in a luxurious cabin the size of a small house. Camp Arthur certainly does not need air conditioning or cell towers. Luckily, I haven’t seen a cell tower yet, though it wouldn’t surprise me to find one disguised as a tree.

“Hey!” shouts a friendly male voice. A guy wearing a pair of camo cargo shorts and a tie-dye t-shirt jogs over to me. Janine would shake her head in disgust at his mismatched patterns. His hair is shaggy brown and it almost curls into his eyes. It looks like he hasn’t had a haircut for a year, but it fits him. He’s wearing a headband with daisies poorly glued onto it, but something about it screams adorable and friendly. Adorable and not for me, because when he stands in front of me, I see he’s wearing a Counselor ID badge attached to his Camp Arthur lanyard, not a CIT. I can’t let myself get distracted by anyone. If I really want to work here after this summer, I need to keep my eyes on my goal.

“Uh, hi,” I say when he finishes catching his breath; he’s probably going to yell at me for walking through camp alone. I glance around to see if anyone else is coming or if it is just him. I’ve never seen him here in the summer’s prior as camper nor counselor; most of the counselors are repeats for at least four years, long enough for them to have a summer job through college and then move off to a job in the psychology or social work fields. Apparently, jobs like that love seeing ‘camp counselor’ on your resume.

“You lost? I can help you find your cabin,” he asks, his voice deeper than I anticipated.

“No, I’m fine. I’ve been here before,” I tell him as I continue onto the trail, not actually knowing if I’m heading in the right direction for once in my camp life, but I refuse to actually admit that out loud.

“Are you one of the new trainees?” he asks, catching up with me again, which is easy for him because his legs are so long. He’s literally the tall, dark, and handsome type.

“Yeah.” Why else would I be here? I want to add, but I’m pretty sure I’m still just a little upset from my experience with the camp receptionist. She makes the saying, misery loves company, a real thing.

“Cool, so I’ll see you later then?” he asks, coming to a stop and turning to head back to where he came from. A slight breeze ruffles his hair and he pushes it out of his eyes.

I smile at him. “Yeah, totally,” I reply. I’m glad he doesn’t question me further. My frustration from the annoyed receptionist is starting to wear off as I encounter more of camp life from a non-camper perspective.

The boy starts to walk back up the steep, dirt trail but turns around and my stomach does somersaults from the huge smile he gives me. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t get your name,” he says.

“Penelope,” I tell him quietly. He doesn’t hear so I try again a little louder and with more courage. “I’m Penelope.”

Something in his eyes brightens up, like I’ve told him the secret to living. “Penelope,” he repeats. “Nice to meet you! Glad to have you at Camp Arthur. I’m Sampson.”

***

I finally find the cabin I’ll be assigned to for the rest of the summer some time later. To my surprise, it matches the other cabins at the original part of camp, but it looks brand new. The grass hasn’t even grown around it yet. That means many muddy footprints will be tracked through the cabin. When I open the door, it’s quiet. One of the bottom bunks is made up with a pink and green comforter and sheet set, so I know the counselor who’s training me is already settled in.

“Hello?” I ask into the empty cabin, dropping my bags off on another bunk. “Anyone here?”

“Shh,” I hear faintly from another room followed by a chuckle.

I creep toward the voice and glance in another room that has an extra bunk with clothes, extra toiletries, and other items spread out around the room and…

“Holy crap, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m early.” I say, covering my eyes when I see a guy and girl quickly pulling their clothes on in the corner of the small room. The girl fumbles with the buttons on her polo, blushing while the guy on the other hand looks smugly pleased. He doesn’t bother speeding up his dressing routine.

“I’ll just… go wait outside.” I say, practically running out of the cabin. I hear the guy laugh followed by the sound of skin slapping skin hard, the girl scolding the guy I assume.

Five minutes later, the guy exits the cabin, a huge grin on his face. Even I want to smack that smug look off. “Welcome to camp, newbie,” he laughs.

“Thanks,” I mutter.

Once he’s out of sight, I hop off the picnic table and head back into the cabin, bracing myself for an even more awkward introduction. This time though, I knock hard on the main door before actually going in.

“Hey,” I say. “My name’s Penelope, I’m your junior counselor.”

She doesn’t look up at me, just keeps digging through her duffle bag. “You’re early,” the girl says coldly.

“Yeah, so I’ve been told,” I say. “Sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting to find that… whatever it was.”

“And I wasn’t expecting you, so we’re even,” she tells me, finally looking up.     “My name’s Viv. Welcome to camp. Let me give you a tour of our humble abode.

“This is my bunk, you can have the one over there. That way we can each have a side of campers to concentrate on. I let them pick their bunks, first come, first serve. As long as they keep their stuff under the bunks and out of the walkway, we’re fine. Windows stay closed, I don’t want any bugs in here,” she explains.

I follow her up the small ramp and into the next room. “This is obviously the bathroom. I try to break up shower times, half volunteer for morning showers, the other half get night and they can swap the next week, ten minute showers per girl.

“And this room,” she continues, turning me around and gently pushing me into the room where I found her and Mr. Shirtless. “Is the privacy room. You can keep extra items in here, extra clothes, that sort of thing. If you need a moment to yourself, you can come in this room to escape the campers, or if you have a guest…”

“Guest?” I ask. “I thought we couldn’t have outside guests stay or visit.”

Viv smiles a wicked smile and winks at me. “I didn’t say outside visitors. There’s always a lonely co-worker to hang out with. It’s going to be one long summer away from civilization and you’ll be surprised by how sexy a sweaty frat boy in a camp shirt can be.”

I’m only seventeen, I…”

“Sweetie, no one cares. You’re almost a college girl, right? All the guys want is a piece of ass. You’ll have to grow up in a few months anyway. Just think of this as college but with bootcamp and babysitting as your full time job,” she says.

Before my jaw has the chance to drop, I walk away from my new least favorite person and start organizing my bunk. Is this what camp is always like for the employees? Am I just finally seeing the behind-the-scenes drama? As I start to unroll my sleeping bag on top of the fitted sheet I put over the small dingy mattress, I hear the main door swing open and closed. I head over to see where Viv is going and she rolls her eyes when she looks at me.

“I’m going to go for a trail run,” she says. “When I get back we’ll head over for dinner,” she says and before I can object, she’s gone, leaving me alone in the cabin.

I sit on my bunk, looking around at all the empty bunks that will be filled up with campers in a couple days. Campers that I’ll be in charge of. Campers that will be under my watch twenty four hours a day, for the next three months. Maybe I’m in a bit over my head…

***

After waiting an hour for Viv to get back, I’m already bored. I’ve read thirty pages of a book I brought that’s supposed to last me two weeks, and I’ve finished organizing all of my things. Out of boredom, I decide that I want to go and walk around camp. I head for the lake, halfway across camp, one of my favorite spots in the whole camp. As I head there, some other co-workers are making their way around camp. A few of them playing a game of 2 on 2 soccer, while I see some of them are soaking up the sun at the pool.

The lake dock is usually crawling with campers fishing or canoeing. I never told anyone, but once, when I couldn’t sleep, I snuck out to the lake at four in the morning before anyone else got up. That’s my favorite memory of camp, but when asked, I have to make something up, like the time I actually climbed to the top of the rock wall to ring the bell or the first time I passed my swim test. In my mind, nothing compares to sneaking off to the lake right before dawn.

Right now, I want to be alone for a little bit. Once dinner is served, my official training will begin. That’s when they make us start doing team games, exploring nature, and discussing anything the counselors deem fitting. Viv strikes me as a counselor that’s not too concerned about camper feelings. Sometimes I think the counselors use campers as test subjects for their college courses, especially the ones wanting to be shrinks one day. I’m all about loving nature and sharing my feelings, but I don’t want to be forced to do it at seven in the morning during the summer. I’m sure that’ll change now that I’m a CIT.

A twig breaks behind me and when I turn, I assume it’ll be a bear or some other vicious animal coming to maul me. It’s actually Sampson, with his backpack and a water bottle in his hand, and that trademark friendly smile on his lips.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he says as he joins me on the dock, his forehead glistening with sweat. We both sit there with our feet hanging over the edge. Mine hover, but his are covered in water up to his ankles. I notice his flip-flops buckled to the back of his pack. Camp usually bans flip-flops, or at least they do for the campers. It’s apparently too dangerous for them to walk around in such wound-inducing footwear. Maybe that’s why they blacktopped most of the gravel areas. Everything is just too dangerous for campers.

“Were you following me?” I ask, trying to say it in a flirty way that I think my prettier friends back home would use to lure a boy in. Janine is always good at that. When I try, my throat tightens and the words come out all wonky.

His cheeks blush and it’s the cutest thing I have ever seen, well aside from newborn kittens learning to walk. “Yeah, that’s not weird, right? I just thought it would be cool to hang out before we have to start babysitting.”

Babysitting? Does he not realize how cool this job is?

I try my best to keep my tone under control because I’m a bit annoyed that he thinks his job is babysitting. “Not all of them are kids, you know? Some of them are already preparing for college and working toward their dreams.”

“Sorry,” he says, his blush getting deeper. “I just meant the younger ones. They make me nervous. I’m always afraid they’ll get into some poison ivy or go missing. Pool time is a very stressful situation for me. Too much can go wrong. I don’t care how much lifeguard training I’ve had, I don’t know what I’d do if I had a child’s life in my hands.”

Before I realize it, I’m playfully bumping my shoulder against his. “It’s okay,” I say. “I just really love this place, and not many people give the campers enough credit. Some of them are probably more responsible than the counselors.”

“I never thought of it that way, but it’s probably true, well aside from the boys,” he jokes.

A few minutes of silence pass between us. I swing my legs back and forth, watching our reflections shimmer in the water. I look at his reflection next to mine and wonder how it’s even possible for him to be this nice to me. Everyone else seems to have an attitude problem.

I wonder how old he is since I’ve never seen him before. I look like a child beside him, with my baby fat cheeks and braided pigtails.

“I’d like to spend some time with you,” Sampson says breaking the silence. “Maybe later after lights out we could have a late night snack. Me and some other people are having a bonfire. They just lifted the burn ban yesterday.”

I smile at his eagerness because I’ve never met a no-nonsense guy that will just speak up about what he wants. I don’t answer though, I’m not sure I can sneak away as easily as he can or if I’m ready to get close to a guy.

“We should get back,” I say, scooting away from the water and standing up. He reaches for my hand so I can pull him up, and I struggle a bit because he’s so much taller than me, and our bodies collide. His hand rubs my back, and I feel like an electric current has gone right through my spine. I’ve actually never had the opportunity to be one-on-one with a guy. My parents have always been the no-boys-allowed-in-room type of parents, my dates have always been chaperoned.

“Yeah,” he agrees with a hint of sadness lacing his otherwise cheerful voice.

We start walking back and I have this odd urge to reach out and hold his hand, but I just fold my arms across my chest, not really knowing what to do. He makes small talk with me until we cross the bridge. As soon as we’re by the dining hall, I see Viv with a pissed off look on her face.

“Where have you been?” she asks like some sort of stereotypical babysitter.

I start to speak, but Sampson does first. “Hanging out by the lake. Where have you been? I haven’t seen you all day.”

Her face drains, but then she’s back to the Viv I met two hours ago. “I wasn’t talking to you, Sam. I was walking to her,” she clarifies.

She says her like I’m not even here or worse, like I’m a dog that just urinated on a rug.

“I waited on you for an hour, Viv. When you didn’t come back to the cabin I figured you forgot about me, so I thought I’d explore before dinner,” I tell her.

Her hair is wet like she just took a shower. Her t-shirt has a turtle on it saying she’s a ‘Kappa Little’. Clearly, she wasn’t too worried about me if she had time to shower and change clothes.

“Whatever, let’s just go eat dinner,” she says.

She walks in first, me and Sampson following behind like puppies with our tails between our legs.

“God, I feel bad for her boyfriend,” I whisper to him. He doesn’t say anything, just fakes a smile. In that moment, I realize I’m no longer in the presence of the care-free and happy Sampson I encountered twice today.

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“I’d like to take this time to give a warm Camp Arthur welcome to our new counselors in training!” A tall man in khakis and a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up says at the head of the dining hall. His armpits leaving two giant sweat stains, he’s not dressed for camp. “My name is Mr. Garreth and I’m the new owner of the camp. Please stand up if you’re a CIT.”

So this is the schmuk that’s ruining my favorite place?

    Me and the other trainee’s stand up while the the head counselors give a bored clap. I quickly sit back down, bracing for them to start hazing us the second this business man goes back to wherever he lives while everyone else runs his camp for him.

“As you all know, we’ll be evaluating you over the next few months to see if you have what it takes to be a counselor here next summer. Every two weeks, me, you, and your trainer will sit down to discuss how you’re progressing. We only take the best here,” he continues. “Once camp is over, I’ll take a week or two to deliberate with the other counselors and employees to see if you’ll be hired on for next summer. You will have an answer before you leave here at the end of July. Any questions?”

No one raises their hand. I’m tempted to ask how in the world Viv still works here if they only take the best, because I’ve been around her for less than a day, and I’m already dreading spending every minute for the rest of summer with her.

“Alright, let’s get dinner going,” he says with a cheesy clap of his hands.

“You heard him, Penelope. Go grab some of the food,” Viv says, nudging my leg with hers. We’re sitting in the employee meeting room, so me and the other CIT’s have to walk into the empty mess hall and go to the kitchen. There’s about twelve plates already made up, and I can see the kitchen staff taking a smoke break outside.

“If I knew I was going to be a waiter this summer, I would have just worked at McDonald’s,” a guy says beside me.

I laugh, handing him two plates and then grabbing two for myself to take to the table. “This has to be better than working fast food, right?”

“Ask me again in a month and I’ll let you know,” he says. I recognize him from my previous years at camp. He was always kind of a goof-off. It’s hard to imagine him working here.

“Kenny, right?” I ask. “You used to chase me around the lake with a worm in your hand.”

“Oh no, did I really?” he asks, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I was kind of a prick when I was a kid. My parents were going through a divorce. I had some issues.”

“That’s fine,” I say. “It’s Penelope, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, again,” he says, a little embarrassed. “Let’s try and help each other get through this summer in one piece. I’ve already goofed up once.”

“Just be glad you didn’t walk in on your trainer having sex,” I say.

Kenny almost drops his plates. “Really? That must have been… interesting,” he says with a smile.

I nod. “Pretty sure I’m now on her hit list.”

“It’s going to be an interesting summer, isn’t it?” he asks.

“Sure is, and it’s barely even started.”

 

The Last July Playlist (Novel Update)

Hello readers, as some of you may know, I’m trying to get my novel published this year. I have a little over 16k words to write, the holidays put me behind on the deadline I made myself. I should be able to finish this before February or March at the latest, let’s be real, I wrote over 50k words in November. What’s 15k? In the meantime, here’s a list of songs that have pushed me through my writing sprints, or created the scenery for my novel.

Enjoy!

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You can find the playlist I created for this novel on youtube

 

The Chainsmokers ‘Closer’

Death Cab for Cutie ‘Summer Skin’

Yellowcard ‘Hang You Up’

Incubus ‘If Not Now, When?’

Yellowcard ‘Always Summer’

Fall Out Boy ‘Miss Missing You’

Daya ‘Hide Away’

Mayday Parade ‘I’d Hate to be You When People Find Out What This Song is About’

Blink 182 ‘Here’s Your Letter’

Alice in Chains ‘No Excuses’

Birdy ‘Light Me Up’

 

NaNoWriMo (Now’s the Hard Part)

 

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Guys, I did it, with only a few hours to spare. Yet, my novel isn’t finished. I still have 24,961 words to go to hit my real word count, and for the first time, I think I’m going to finish a full novel. My problem before was I tried to fit so much into the 50K word count, I thought that quantity was better than quality. That’s changing with this novel.

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This is the second (actually third) time I’ve tried writing this novel. The first time was for NaNoWriMo, that year I did not finish it, and then I tried finishing/editing it for a few Camp Nano’s. My goal is to reach 75k before the year is up, that’s half of NaNo in a month. I might be in over my head since I’m feeling a bit burnt out on typing.

I’d like to edit it once by myself, a full read through, in January and then give it to my husband for grammar editing (I suck with dialogue structure). Then I’d like to get some beta readers that love YA novels. I’ll let you know when that time comes.

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So what IS The Last July? My novel is a ‘coming of age’ YA contemporary romance novel (possibly New Adult since my character is heading to college). It’s about Penelope who is working at her childhood summer camp, in the hopes of getting hired for next summer. She’s going through some problems with her parents, her co-counselor Viv and a possible love triangle (my favorite troupe), but instead of so much romance and drama, I wanted this novel to be about a girl trying to find her way.

It’s set at Camp Arthur (a fictional camp) in Tennessee (a real place believe it or not haha) along the hills of The Smoky Mountains. We see Penelope’s life along one summer and eventually flash forward to October (my favorite month). I’m going to work on a better synopsis when it comes time to get some beta readers. I’m still working through some of the plot, so nothing is set in stone.

I’d love to have this finished as soon as possible so I can get a summer release.

In the mean time, I’ll be posting on here every Friday but I’m going to start expanding what I post about in order to keep my moral up. Less cheesy book tags, more ‘quality’ content maybe. All I know is, right now I need a few days off writing! I just busted a novel out in a month guys (well, part of a novel)!

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The End is Nigh (for NaNoWriMo)

Guys, there’s only six days left of NaNoWriMo! Holy crap! I can’t believe how quick November went! I’ve obviously been gone from my blog for the month, but I’m looking forward to getting back into writing book reviews. I haven’t done too much reading this month, but I did finish two of the hardback Walking Dead comics (books 5 and 6) and I loved them. I’m not planning on doing a review of them because honestly, you either love or hate the Walking Dead already. Me reviewing the comics isn’t going to change your opinion. I will say that I’ve gotten to the point where Rick and the group have made it to Alexandria. Almost caught up.

You know what’s going to distract me from my writing this weekend? Gilmore Girls.

Did you see they finally released four more episodes? I’m so excited to binge those this weekend! We also picked up a Xbox One S and some games last night for Black Friday! All the distractions for the last week of Nano!! I’m thinking about doing a Black Friday Haul on here, would that interest anyone? I didn’t get any new books, I’m kind of behind on my TBR pile if I’m being honest.

Back to NaNo!

I’m 42k into my novel right now, so I don’t have much more to write for the final six days. However, my goal is to get my novel up to 75k, so technically I have a long way to go. I’m wanting to finish the first draft (technically second) by the end of December.

What happens after that? Well, I’m going to have my husband go over it for grammatical errors and sentence structure, then I’m going to need some beta readers. I’ll keep you updated on my progress and when I need some beta readers if anyone is interested. I’ll make a post about the plot and genre, etc. I’m feeling good about this one.

I’m going to go to trying to post a blog every Friday night until I get this novel finished.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving and if you’re doing NaNo, I’ll see you at the finish line! How are you doing on your word count?

Bookshelf (Library) Tour 2016

I didn’t realize until I started this post that my bookshelves are actually one huge hot mess. So this is a bit embarrassing but maybe we can just pretend that this is a before post and I’m going to do an after sometime this year. Surprisingly, my shelves are kind of organized. This is me and my husbands books combined but this isn’t even all of them. There are three large moving boxes filled with books in our garage that we need to clean. Yes, clean. My husbands aunt had a house fire and some of the books she was giving to him were in that fire. They’re covered in soot on the outside, but the inside is fine. We’re going to be needing a new shelf soon, so we’ll be making some room soon.

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Above is the overview of our ‘library’. The very top shelves hold misc items that just don’t fit anywhere in our house (Stu’s Star Wars legos, the model VW bug me and my dad made when I was younger, some of Stu’s notebooks from college and art supplies. I need to figure out what to do about these items. Whoops.

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The three above pictures are obviously most of my YOUNG ADULT books along with various knickknacks. My favorite of those shelves has to be my Sarah Dessen/Jenny Han/Other YA Contemporary books!

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The next bookshelf is our random shelf. It has all of Stu’s miniatures that he hand painted along with some SyFy books and historical non-fiction (those are some of the books from the fire). Only one of these books is actually mine, You by Caroline Kepnes.

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The above bookshelves are again mostly Stu’s SyFy books with some memoirs, biographies, self-help and horror mixed in. The bottom shelf is actually just some of our text books from college that we couldn’t bring ourselves to get rid of.

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Now we have my second favorite shelf above. It’s full of so much knowledge! Again, mostly Stu’s books, he’s the brains in this marriage. I like this book shelf because it’s where most of our books come together. We have our collection of bibles and books we consider classics. My favorite set of books has to be the pretty red and gold group of classics.

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The final bookshelf in our library has even more bibles and various old books. The gigantic ones are actually just German medical dictionaries I believe, but they just look cool!

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Ah, now to my favorites shelf. It’s ever changing. It contains some of my favorite books and some of my TBR books. I keep this one in our bedroom. The top shelf holds one of our wedding pictures and my jewelry, the next one just holds miscellaneous items like tissues, a bible and more jewelry. The middle shelf is favorites ending at Stolen and then my TBR starting at Enshadowed. The other books between those two are actually Stu’s TBR. The bottom shelf is where I keep my favorite comics/graphic novels, a copy of Stu’s series, my Twilight collection, another TBR book, a copy of The Odyssey (the first gift Stu got me) and some photo albums.

My goal for the rest of the year is to get our books better organized. How do you organize your books? By genre? Color? Author? Size?

Discussion: Hardcover VS Paperback

Welcome back to another weekend discussion post! I’m so glad you’ve stuck around! If this is my first post that you’re reading, welcome! Follow me for book reviews, book tags and other fun discussions!

This weekend, I want to talk about hardcover versus paperback books. We’ve already discussed e-books vs hardcopies so now I’d like us to look into hardback and paperback. Everyone has his or her preference in what type of book they have. Some people refuse to buy paperback books, while others will wait for a recently released book to come out in paperback.

Me personally, I don’t really care but I do have my preferences. My big issue is having part of a series in paperback and the rest in hardback. Some readers like this because it shows when they caught up in a series. I’m not too fond of that. A current example of this would be my Raven Cycle. I have the first two in paperback and the last two in hardback. They look so goofy on my shelf together! There’s no turning back on those though, considering all four are signed. I don’t want to give up any signed books!

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Hardback Books

Pros:

  • They get less damaged, you can take off the dust jacket and pretty much never hurt your book while reading!
  • They look amazing on a bookshelf!
  • Art for your eyes, wait, that’s just art…
  • When you take of the dust jacket, it’s fun to see what the actual book looks like.

Cons:

  • They’re a bit pricy sometimes.
  • Take up more room than a paperback
  • Heavier, if you’re like me and you carry a book on you at all times, hardbacks weigh a decent bit more than paperbacks.
  • Your bookshelf takes a beating from the weight of hardback books (if yours are cheap like mine, they start to buckle under the weight).

Paperback Books

Pros: 

  • Easier to carry around, since they’re smaller, they weigh less in your bag.
  • Cheaper if you’re on a budget.
  • I personally worry less about lending out paperbacks. I hate lending out hardback books because I feel like they are a bigger investment.
  • You can carry two or three books in your bag and not feel like you’re carrying around a brick.

Cons:

  • They can get damaged easier, the cover corns get bent, they never go back to the original feel (as in the spine is easier to bend).

 

What about you? Would you add anything onto my list? These are just the things I like and dislike about both forms. I’d say my books are spit evenly in hardback and paperback.

Book Blogging V.S. Booktubing

 

So I’m a few weeks into my book blogging and I’m loving it! It’s very therapeutic to discuss my likes and dislikes in writing and reading. I’m really enjoying what I’ve been able to post so far. I’m still getting used to how to use this site and how to follow people or find people to follow.

I’m also surprised by how easy it has been for me to come up with things to blog about in the book world! I currently have about ten topics I want to post about, but I’m trying to only do three posts a week.

I’ve even got a schedule going! Tuesdays are my Book Tag Tuesdays, Thursdays are usually reviews, and weekends are when I post the more in depth discussions. If you have any topic ideas, let me know!

I did video reviews on YouTube for about a year and I enjoyed it but it started to get to the point that I was putting too much thought into it (or maybe not enough). I would have to record a video once a week and I only like recording when I’m home alone, in the beginning that was fine because I worked nights and my husband worked days but now we’re on the same schedule so I would have to shoo him out of the house to feel comfortable recording. I also hated editing and you can tell in my videos. I wanted to post more videos but I also didn’t have many video ideas.

That’s when the idea of book blogging came up and I just went with it! I still have all my videos up on my YouTube channel and I plan on keeping them there, but I probably won’t be doing anymore book related videos.

So how am I feeling about blogging versus booktubing? Ah, I have created a list of what I like an dislike about both. Spoiler alert, I love book blogging more!

 

Booktubing

Pros:

  • You can eventually make money off of it (if you’re the handful of booktubers that have a huge following).
  • I had a handful of subscribers (24) which got me a handful of views.
  • It gave me a reason to read at least two books a month.

Cons:

  • I wasn’t enjoying it as much as I wanted to.
  • I read more while booktubeing but it made me feel bad that I wasn’t reading two or more books a week to review.
  • Didn’t have time to read, record, edit and post.
  • Ran out of ideas, causing my videos to lack in entertainment.
  • I was VERY shy, even just by myself in front of the camera.

 

Book Blogging

Pros:

  • So many topics to discuss.
  • Haven’t ran into any trolls.
  • I don’t have to worry about what I’m wearing or if my hair looks good. No one sees me while I blog!
  • I have more time to figure out how I want to come across or what I want to say.
  • I’ve gotten more followers in one month than the entire time I did booktube.
  • I feel like it’s easier to discuss books on here, versus on booktube (again, trolls are mean on there).

Cons:

  • I can write so many posts, but for some reason, I don’t like reading them. Listening to book related videos interests me more.
  • WordPress is kind of confusing to me.

 

Any ideas on what you would like me to discuss for next weekend?! I’d love to hear your ideas!

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