November 17, 2014. That was when I wrote my very first blog post for this blog. And clearly, I was doing this without Grammarly. Oh, the bad writing.

And sadly, I don’t think I got much better, but consider how often I wrote a post. I guess it’s like weight loss. Only backwards. The amount of word skill you take in is only equal to the number of words you put out. Or something like that. Sorry, just came from a science kick, and my brain is still trying to think along those lines. See what happens when I get curious?

But, even with the less than the stellar number of posts for the years I have been writing, this is a pretty neat feat! I started in November 2014, and it is now November 2018. Four years. Four years of daring to put my work out there, struggling against self-doubt, laziness, and learning to improve my writing. There are even some good posts here.

And many of my readers have been here for three years or more. That is incredible! Thank you for following me. I would never have stuck with it if it were not for you. Thak you. And a question. What would you like me to do to celebrate? Leave a comment, post on Facebook, write an e-mail. Let me know. Or visit my Pateon account. ūüėõ Yeap, #shamelessplugging

So for now, here is the very first blog post of The Ink Splattered Desk! YAY!



A nanowrimo post

Day 16, and I currently am 35,000 words strong, give or take ten. I also have at least one fanfiction idea, and started a fanfiction for the turtles, that is an additional 2,500 words. November is becoming my favorite month of the year, for I feel free to write and create, without excuse. I have ideas for other books, lots of other books, and I’m going to spend some of the last half of the month outlining them, both fiction, christian non-fiction and christian fiction!

Also, this happens to be my very first post for this blog. I didn’t want to start it with the obligatory Hello Internet, I’m Blank. But I have no problem acknowledging the fact, at the end. Hello Internet, I’m the ink splattered writer. Cowabunga, Dude!




Authors are like their creations. The further one gets from their actual lives the more mutable they become. They are molded and shape according to the current generation’s needs.

Thus, a rascal becomes a saint, a rogue becomes a hero, and so on and so forth, so we never know the true nature of a writer unless there is plenty of first-hand accounts. Such as journals, letters and the like. and those could be fabricated or altered. Or just written in a bout of wishful thinking.

Of course, now we no longer allow a writer the dignity of dying before trying to change their life story around. But as this is not really a new trend, and the author is still alive and hopefully capable of defending him or herself, I will no longer dwell on this.

Writing at 3 in the morning, kinda

Hey, want to know what I am doing right now? Well, technically I am writing this blog. But shortly before that I was searching out poems I have written, and re-writing some of them on the computer. Mostly because I feel lazy, and unmotivated and did not want to go to sleep without having accomplished something. Only…

Only I have already written over a thousand words today and exceeded my goal for the day in writing. Only I have done research on morning routines to try to figure out how I can be more productive. Only I had read over twenty pages of a book called scribbling in the Sand: Christ and Creativity by a Michael Card for my quiet time. Only I have written a post, scheduled for later today. So I hadn’t been completely unproductive. So I have to ask myself how much is enough?

This might be why I have so many peaks and valleys in my production. I just burn myself out doing too much, only to slump and do nothing for days. and then something or someone wakes me up and the cycle starts all over. And surprisingly this has less to do with caffeine than people might think it does.

Sometimes I wonder if I am bipolar. Sometimes I just wonder if this is my natural creative rhythm. Sometimes I wonder if I am just crazy. All I know for sure is I have a lot to learn, and I’m forty. I do not have a lot more time. Well, unless you think we are all immortal, and I honestly do, but we won’t be here in any event. But that topic is for another time.

I think I will try to sleep soon. I have a ton more poems to copy and I want to find a beta reader or four to see how much work they need to be either submitted piece-meal or turned into a book of poetry. I still don’t know. I’m only glad that I at least found evidence that years ago I once took part in a little dare to write a poem a day. I think I got to forty-five before the month was over. So clearly that was an overachiever month.

I wonder if I can ever learn to make over-achieving a habit until my current idea of ever-achieving becomes my idea of achieving. And more importantly, will it ever be healthy for me to do so?

Do you go through times like this? One moment you are doing all the things and pulling out your hair but kind of love it too? And the next week or month or year or whatever, you are in a rut, doing only what life demands of you?

If you think this is bad, that is because I will only run it through the old spellcheck once before publishing it. I doubt it will have anything earth-shattering in it anyway. But one, I just wanted to share what is going on in my head right now. And two, it seemed like a good writing exercise. Sort of like stream-of-consciousness or something modern like that.

Anyway, good night or good morning or whatever you prefer.

Labor Day

Happy Labor Day everyone! Yes, the holiday is still here, even though the union that founded it is being strangled to death. Ahh, good times

Here is a link that will show the history behind Labor Day.

And here is a video to show some recipes for enjoying the day, you know. For the ones that get to. Ahem, no salt or anything. I’m not mad.


And lastly, here is another post, from Town and Country magazine, with a really interesting read on Labor day. It’s for those who don’t want to read the first, for the faster read. It also has some pretty fun facts.


Labor day is a holiday with a lot of history behind it. Surprisingly so for one that started so late in history. And it is one that deserves our respect. Even more importantly, the people behind the holiday are very much deserving of respect and honor. First off, there are those who fought and sweated and struggled to start unions and give working people a voice. Don’t let that voice go silent. I am not saying all unions are awesome, or even always right. But look back in history, and see for yourself what the past was like for the average working man and woman before unions were around.

And secondly, we must honor the working men and women that are the main reason why the whole world runs even a little smoother. America especially, we need to get our acts together! There is a saying that our country was formed by farmers. I think this is true. The soldiers may have fought for our freedom, and are totally deserving of respect. And that is why we have holidays that show that kind of respect to them.

But it is the blacksmith that made the weapons, the miner that got the ore from the ground. It is the innovators and inventors that found new methods and metals for the blacksmith. It is the farmer that fed everyone else, it is the weavers and seamstress that made the clothes and even the flag. Every worker, tugging their staw or pebble along and doing their appointed task is what makes society happen. And those workers are the ones that deserve recognition today.

But we are also the people who get the least amount of respect in America these days. Think about it. How do many people celebrate? By going to sales. Cook-outs. Maybe eating out. People have to be there working to make the sales happen, the groceries available, or the meals prepared and served. Not to mention keeping everything clean and stocked. Yet American workers as a whole continue to have poor health care, insufficient support with childcare and general living expenses and the fewest days off. I can’t be the only one that finds it ironic that many people will celebrate labor day by laboring hard at a poorly paid, thankless job. In fact, on labor day, many of us will work a longer shift than normal. Yay. And I am not just saying that because I’m one of them.

Still, I appreciate the holiday for the idea behind it, and I want to give a shoutout to everyone that goes to work every day and do what you do. We would not be where we are without each and every one of you doing your share of the labor needed to keep society going. Thank you.

I apologize for the long-winded post. I didn’t plan for it be go on like this. But there you are. And again, Thank you.


Just a little comment I made on Youtube…

Okay, this one is going to take some explaining to do. I was watching a youtube video, that was showing the five deadliest roller coasters designed by some game called Planet Coaster. Here it is.

And to put it in perspective. Number three is the Euthanasia Coaster, designed specifically to kill the riders. If that is number three on the list, you can imagine how twisted one and two are going to be!

And one of the comments was someone asking how the coasters could possibly kill you. And you know something? That made me wonder the same thing. So I decided to write an answer down, using the miracle that is Google to better understand and explain the concept myself. Now I have a headache. Thank you curiosity. Of course, some of that might have come from just watching the video. Those last two coasters, whew. Just watching the video showing what they would be like if someone was crazy enough to build it made my head swim! I still feel funny, like I want to grab my head to keep it from getting more whiplash or something.

And well, I realized that I didn’t know anything about why a coaster worked in the first place and found this site. Really, it explained everything in a way even I understood. So check it out if you want to know the workings of one of the most popular rides you’ll find in an amusement park.



“It’s all in the gs. Past a certain point without training is impossible. With training, you can take more. But even with training, anything past 7-8 is killable. Hey, look at me. A science noob about to sound smart. ūüėõ Or trying to. Now bear with me, because this is a big idea, and I am not a scientist. Just a writer with noo much curiosity for her own good.

First off, what is a G of force? Well, actually there are two kinds. Big G is what Newton called the constant approximately 6.67 x 10-11 N * m2 / kg2. The little m is the mass of the object and the little g is the g-force or the amount of acceleration caused by gravity. The little m is the mass of the object and the little r is the radius of the object.

So, if I’m understanding this right, one g is a person standing at sea level. They weight about what you expect and there is no speed pressing on them. Just a normal person standing in place. Well, technically, G-force stands for either the force of gravity on a particular extraterrestrial body or the force of acceleration anywhere. It is measured in g’s, where 1 g is equal to the force of gravity at the Earth’s surface, which is 9.8 meters per second per second. But that is just being picky. ūüėõ And to really understand it, you have to figure out Newtons which would look something like this. One g is the acceleration due to gravity at the Earth’s surface and is the standard gravity (symbol: gn), defined as9.80665 metres per second squared, or equivalently 9.80665 newtons of force per kilogram of mass.

Seriously, why did I even bother to try to understand this again? I need pain meds for my headache that’s forming. Again. Curiosity leads to headaches, people. Headaches!

A person that goes from 0 to 60 will hit roughly about 1.55 gs of force. Think about it. Ever did that 0 to 60 jump car commercials are always going on about? That will make your head swim, and you lose your bearing for a few seconds. And that is only 1.55 g’s pressing on you.

Let’s put this into perspective. An average astronaut during launch withstands 3 Gs of force. Nascar drivers also experience up to three Gs of force when they drive. And that is during the turns. Mad props for tough red necks, am I right? Most roller coasters, you will experience 4-5 Gs. And there are plenty of people who pass out during the ride.

Number three, the Euthanasia Coaster, is designed to deliver a constant 10 Gs for over a minute, cause the blood to rush to your feet and starving the brain of much-needed oxygen. Hence the name. It was made to kill you. It is technically survivable, but only if you get the blood back to the brain immediately after.

Two and one, I didn’t catch the name, looks like they took the concept behind number three and gave it crack. Number one looked like they gave it crack, speed and some kind of future super drug for good measure! Geesh!
Seriously, I would hate to be the guy to clean up after the ride. O.o The therapy bills alone!

And here we have tracked the cause of the end of the earth. It’s all the super nut jobs created from the terror coasters people dared each other to build that will kill people off by the hundreds of thousands, and someone had to deal with the bodies.

O.O I think I just delivered plot bunnies, everyone. Clear the way for the horror plot bunnies!! Also, I think I ended up writing way too much here. Let me throw this on my blog, and call it a day. See, I’m smart. I know how to use google search and everything. ;)”

When a former post steps on your own toes…

I was looking for a particular post, hoping to inspire myself. And, well, I found this. I have a confession. I have been missing church a lot. And at first, it was all totally legit. I was often sick and worn out from work. And Sundays are still a huge struggle. But Wednesdays are now more of skipping out of a habit than the other reasons. And I am ashamed of myself.

I need to get off my lazy flank and start going again. Because, as a number of my friends told me, repentance is not feeling bad for what I am doing wrong, it is admitting to them and striving to make them right again. To correct what you are, let’s call it what it really is, sinning in and turn it around.
NOw I won’t say that you got to start being perfect again or give up. That is also not what repentance is about. But it is making the effort. And keep making the effort until the sin no longer has any power over you. And I am going to start making an effort with this post. As my confession.

The post that I posted earlier is below this. With an MLP vid to boot. ^_^


What happens when you isolate yourself from the Church? It doesn‚Äôt end well‚Ķ.Sin and strange ideas thrive with too much isolation and resentment‚Ķ.ūü§™¬†Sometimes the craziest ideas take root when you think you are your best spiritual self, and you have no idea. And sometimes that little bit of resentment you have against a brother or sister turns into something huge and monstrous.
Or if you visit a friend who been missing from Church for a while and see them‚Ķ..well, struggling. The reaction‚Ķit is so real!ūüėĪ
Have the courage to confront sin head on. And the one that is being disciplinedūü§Ē, have the humility to listen and take the advice‚Ķand sometimes the shove back to sanity‚Ķ heart!ūüíĖ


Or am I the only one that thinks this?


Love Sermon

I had gotten this from the same sight that I first listened to the sermon itself just now. It had struck me to my heart. And is a good reminder that God has used so many people in the past, and many more now and in the future to teach his will to the masses. And that all we need to do is to open our eyes to see it.
The following description and audiobook/sermon are from learnoutloud.
“Written in 1880 by Scottish evangelist Henry Drummond, The Greatest Thing in the World draws its message from the Apostle Paul’s argument that love is man’s true path to God. Using a key text from 1st Corinthians, Drummond argues that while there are many virtuous emotions we all must practice cultivating in order to live a fuller life, none is more paramount than a loving outlook. With an urgent passion that bespeaks the era in which he lived, Drummond testifies that if we only take a little more time each day to operate from a basis of loving kindness, others will notice and be attracted to our living example.

Mother’s Day

What is a Mother?

Well in the strictest sense of the word, it is someone who gave birth to a child. But it is more than that. It is a woman who dedicates a good deal of their lives to the care, instruction and general upbringing of their child/children. It is a person who had to grow up and mature at a suddenly accelerated pace, because if they are not appropriately mature enough to take care of the helpless lifeform that is a very young human, then they would have to deal with the repercussions of their immaturity.
A mother learns to think of others first to make those others safe and sound. To make the  little people under there care to somehow have a better life than they did. In the end, for both Mothers and Fathers, the purest motive of parents is just that. It is to make sure that they have a better life than the parents did. They want to make sure that through their children, the lives of that generation and those afterward would be better than the current one and the ones beforehand.
In the end, A mother is a saint in training. Or the very best are. While it is true that a lot of women who merely gave birth are called Mothers, I personally have a higher standard. I think only real mothers are worthy of the title. they do not have to be perfect. They do however do their best.
Take my own Mother. She is a hasty person. And told me herself that she is not the most patient person. She had to deal with a lot in her life. And she did not always react under pressure the best. But she always did her best with what she had. She loved the three of us to the best of her abilities. She gave her time, effort and just everything in our upbringing. She did not even have to take me in! I was adopted. She had, with Dad, chosen to take me in when I was small and weak and my future was very uncertain. If they hadn’t taken me in, I most likely would have died. So I won’t lie. I owe everything to my parents, and I am not ashamed to say it.
So that is my thoughts on the subject of Mothers.  I hope you find this helpful or at least coherent.
Thank you for reading this and remember. We all have to grow up and look after others sooner or later. Mothers just tend to be ahead of the curve.

It is official

It is official. I am unable to follow through on anything. But still, I will maintain this blog, such as it is, to the very best of my ability. If for no other reason, than I think that I might be able to help yet. I don’t know how, when there don’t seem to be that many people reading yet. But I learned I do not care if anyone reads this or not. Creating the posts themselves is really fun for me! And even if I don’t post as often as I feel I should, I post as often as I feel I need to.

Maybe I will never be that good at blogging. Maybe I will never be popular. Maybe I would never be regular or post anything interesting to others, or maybe I will. But I won’t try it, except to try to make myself happy with writing to the best that I know I can write. In the end, that is all I can do.

If others like that, then well and good. If nobody likes it, that is fine too. The point is I am stepping closer to the writer I want to be, with the practice I put in by writing for this blog. And that is enough for me. And if I help others learn to see something new, or learn to see themselves as special and worthwhile in their own way, then that is some sweet frosting on the cake!!

For Those Days Gone By…

Hello again.

Yes, Christmas is one those holidays that is associated with cheer. But for many of us, it is also sort of a bittersweet kind of holiday. It is often hard to celebrate with a light heart when it is heavy with longing for those who are not there no more.

This post is for those that I loved and is no longer here, either because of them passing away or those who no longer want to walk by my side. For those who are alive but left me for whatever reasons, I harbor no ill feelings. Life is too short for it, and our Savior had said often that we are not to hold grudges but forgive ninety-nine times nine.  And for those who are on the other side of the grave, I will love and hold you in my heart until again we meet.

And this is a song that captures that bitter yet sweet feeling to a tee. So I think it needs a special place in my Avent posts. Enjoy, and think tenderly of your own days gone by.

Auld Lang Syne

Type: Poem

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

Chorus.-For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your¬†pint¬†stowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
Sin’ auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.

We¬†twa¬†hae paidl’d in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But¬†seas between us¬†braid¬†hae¬†roar’d
Sin’¬†auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fere!
And gie’s a hand¬†o’¬†thine!
And we’ll¬†tak¬†a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.



Yes. There is a character that also knows the loss of parents. And in one of the most fitting of song collections put together by a company out to get your Christmas money, She and her family sing a song about those that are no longer there. This is one of the many reasons that Apple Jack is Best Pony.
And for the non-bronies out there reading this…you know, almost all of you, that means my favorite character. Though it keeps bouncing for me, between AJ, and Pinkie Pie. But more on her another time.