Miscellaneous

Crazy Writing Week! ~ In Which Craziness Ensues

Crazy writing week is happening and this old post from last time should tell you all you need to know!! (Some of the information is outdated but I didn’t feel like writing a new post. Sorry XD) Please join me friends! It’s gonna be awesome!!

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Hey guys! Just a quick note to let you know that Crazy Writing Week is open!

What is Crazy Writing Week?

Crazy Writing Week (or CWW or CDubs) is a program given by the Young Writers Workshop to help writers make a significant amount of progress on their writing projects by friendly competition. CWW is really similar to YWW, but does have a few differences as explained on the website. This is my third time participating and I really enjoy seeing my friends and meeting new people!

Why do I need to join Crazy Writing Week?

I mean, you don’t need to, but most, if not all, of the participants have written more words in a week than they thought possible! It’s completely free and tons of fun! Plus, there are places for you to ask questions about your projects and it’s really easy to connect with other writers your…

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Miscellaneous

Seeing Beyond {My Poem Book + a Giveaway + More Exciting Stuff}

Guys! Check out this awesome giveaway from my friend Allison! THERE’S STICKERS!! AND POETRY!! AND A GORGEOUS BOOK! EEP!!!

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Hello, my friends!

I WROTE ANOTHER BOOK! AND… OTHER EXCITING STUFF! In this post I shall reveal my newest poem book, introduce you to my editor, and start a lovely giveaway to kick off the book launch!

You ready for the most exciting post I’ve made all year? Okay, I’ve hyped it up enough. LET’S DO THIS!


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Miscellaneous

Crazy Writing Week! ~ In Which Craziness Ensues

Hey guys! Just a quick note to let you know that Crazy Writing Week is open!

What is Crazy Writing Week?

Crazy Writing Week (or CWW or CDubs) is a program given by the Young Writers Workshop to help writers make a significant amount of progress on their writing projects by friendly competition. CWW is really similar to YWW, but does have a few differences as explained on the website. This is my third time participating and I really enjoy seeing my friends and meeting new people!

Why do I need to join Crazy Writing Week?

I mean, you don’t need to, but most, if not all, of the participants have written more words in a week than they thought possible! It’s completely free and tons of fun! Plus, there are places for you to ask questions about your projects and it’s really easy to connect with other writers your age because….well…..the whole community is made up of young writers!

Why is it a competition and what if I don’t like competing?

CWW is a competition to help writers have incentive to write as many words as possible. The teams this year are the Forks and Spoons. (I am a proud Fork 😁🍴) There are prizes for the amount of words written by both teams. For example, if we write 2 million words, we will win a secret lesson to help us improve in our writing. If we write 4 million words, we will win a music video of one of the instructors singing a VeggieTales song! (VeggieTales is a running tradition at this point XD)

If you don’t want to compete your tail off for a specific team, you can join the Sporks team! The Sporks are a neutral team that can submit points for either team. They’ll still get to partake in the prizes and they still have to compete, but it’s not for a set team.

This sounds awesome! How do I sign up?

Head over to the website to create an account!

https://theyoungwriter.com/challenge?vgo_ee=JazdiposoWrJlGcf1cd5pQA3SuMkJhmkGexv49sZvNU%3D

I hope to see you there! My name on the community is Mia Harden, so if you see me, don’t be afraid to say hi!! If you have any further questions, feel free to ask them in the comments and I will be glad to answer!

Thanks for reading!!

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A Pretty Big Project ~ In Which My Goats Are Cooler Than I Thought They Were

How many people here live in a house?

*hands raise*

Okay, looks like everyone except the hobo in the back. That’s cool, bro, you’re welcome here.

Anyways, my grandparents made the momentous decision to move to our neighborhood, which is easier said than done. First of all, they lived an hour away from us, and second of all, there aren’t any vacant houses in our neighborhood.

I guess that’s what happens when you live in the country.

But, that meant they had to get a house built before they could even start packing boxes.

Thank goodness for mobile homes! Or whatever they are. I’m no expert.

They bought a gorgeous triple-wide house with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. It’s really nice, and the rooms are pretty good sizes.

It was an exciting day for us Hardens when the movers brought the three pieces to the yard. The site was pretty much right in our backyard, which had been chosen after much searching and some precipitation problems. (This place loves to collect rain 😑) (Not gonna lie, though, it’s nice having them about 50 yards from the house, even though that wasn’t the original plan) We all piled outside and stood (at a safe distance, of course) to watch the guys get the house ready.

Up until then, I thought that moving a mobile home to the spot was all there was to it. You just stuck the house on the site, and it was ready for living in.

That’s not how it works, apparently.

It took several days for them to get the house in place and all attached without any cracks or holes or stuff. And then, after that, GUESS WHAT?!! The electricians had to come in and electrify the place, and the carpenters had to come in and carpenter a front porch, and all those great builder-ly people had to do their builder-ly work to get the place ready.

It was a happy day for everyone when the house was proclaimed COMPLETED!!! (Mostly)

*cue the party music and confetti*

But, the next stage of moving them here was about to commence.

BOXES

Boxes are scary. I remember when my family moved when I was seven. (Or eight. I don’t remember) We were unpacking for months. And then, several years later, my mom found a box that had never been unpacked. It was like a treasure chest.

Or, a treasure diaper box? LOL

Anyways, my grandparents have a lot of stuff. A vast majority of it is delicate and/or breakable and/or has some kind of memory attached to it. A couple of weeks before they moved, before we knew the official date, me, my parents, and three of my siblings went to their house and took a whole bunch of boxes and outside furniture and put them in the shed they had put near their new house.

That was definitely not the longest day ever

And then, the Saturday before they were going to officially move to their new house, five cars, all loaded with boxes, drove into the drive.

Unloading took awhile. I got out of most of it because I had a class on Zoom. I never dreamed that school would be a fun excuse, but here we are. The house was so full of boxes. The kitchen was one massive sea of boxes, and the dining room table was piled high. It was, like, Mount Boxmore.

I’m so sorry. Puns hurt.

And then, the Monday afterwards, the momentous day arrived.

Moving day.

*heroic fanfare*

Two massive U-Haul trucks were parked in the drive for most of the day. You know, those trucks that look pretty short from certain angles, but when you step inside, it’s like Narnia on wheels? Those massive trucks.

The three movers were nice guys. They did their job well, and took great care of all the stuff. (Which is important, because the grandfather clocks my grandparents have appear to be a whit pricy) Also, one of the movers is also a paramedic. Go figure.

Quick storytime real quick!

Oh, look at that, I ended a sentence with the same word I started it with.

So, I walked outside to our goat pen, which is across the road from my grandparents house. I was just going to visit Jack, you know?

Because how on earth can you not go visit this little nugget?!!

I was in the pen for awhile, and I inadvertently herded the goats closer to the road, where they’re easy to see from the yard. Well, I left the goat pen and went to the house, where the movers were hard at work. Then, two of them stopped working, pulled out their phones, and walked over to the edge of the road.

To take pictures of these guys!

Donald and Kevin, our resident Billies. They’re pretty big, but they’re so sweet. They don’t use those horns to harm anyone except the other goats that they live with but we’re not going there. They were just grazing in view, and apparently, the movers had never been around such big goats.

So, yeah, they were famous for some time.

Actually, the guys wanted their picture made next to the goats, but it got too dark.

So yeah, that was our storytime for today, kids. The moral is, don’t let anyone hold you back from your dreams, unless it is the darkness, because the darkness is all-powerful, and is to be feared.

I’m just kidding, of course. Don’t ever take me seriously, unless you should take me seriously.

Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, boxes. And furniture and stuff.

It took several hours to get all the furniture into place, and the movers didn’t leave until seven or eight o’clock. And then, we moved boxes out of the kitchen to the correct rooms until ten o’clock. I was so tired out. I even had a headache, which does not happen often. But, I felt much better after a good night’s sleep.

So yeah, now our grandparents are moved in right next to us. We’ve spent a lot of our free time at their house unpacking, but it’s not horrible. There are so many treasures to be found.

Have you guys ever moved? What was that like? Do you have grandparents living near you?

Thanks for reading!