One of the reasons I decided to start this blog is to chronicle my adventures through Wonderland, specifically in writing my first novel and becoming healthy and just a happier person in general. I used to be a very happy child, and through the years, I just found myself getting less and less happy. Does this happen to everyone? I started feeling like I had lost a lot of myself and that my dreams were slowly slipping away into the dark abyss of “real life.” I know that everyone says “real life” gets in the way sometimes, but if you let it STAY in the way, it will just become a giant brick wall that you feel you can’t scale, and you’ll be stuck behind it for the rest of your life. So, instead of standing there and staring at the brick wall, I’ve decided to begin climbing it.

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“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?”       ~Walt Disney’s Alice in Wonderland

Here in my world, you don’t have to worry about silliness and nonsense. Everything is nonsense. In my world, animals can talk and slippers are some of the scariest things around. Here in my world, you have the freedom to express yourself without consequence. Here in my world, you will encounter some unexpected twists and turns, and you may find yourself completely turned around, or even hopelessly lost. You may come across some exciting new things, meet some of the most interesting creatures you could ever imagine, and laugh so hard you will find yourself unable to continue reading due to the strange drops of water blocking your sight.

Throughout your journey, you will learn more and more about this unusual Cheshire Scribe and her peculiar ways. You might also learn something about yourself, and you may decide to stay awhile.

In the end, you will always find your way home by way of a bright, white, toothy grin and a mysterious floating purple striped finger pointing the way.  Unless, of course, you get your head chopped off first.

Because, you see, we’re all mad here.