Why Blog?

    Every survivor needs a life-jacket. This blog is mine. I’ll tell you why.

    In May of 2011, after months of working myself into exhaustion over a several-years-in-the-making project (which crashed, hard, and took me as it’s tithe so that others might still have fun), I suffered a nervous breakdown, a major depressive episode, and I admit with a heavy heart that I contemplated suicide. I am here today, surviving, because of the love of those few closest to me, who saw me through the worst of the mind-numbing emptiness and doubt. (Thank you JM, LJ, TP, SM, MJ, and JH.)

    Through returning heavily to my storytelling (and creating this blog), I have started the long path to recovery. To loving myself again. To trusting that I can do something and not see it completely shattered. This blog is a project that no one can hurt me with. Even if recovery ends up temporary, I have a duty to myself to get better emotionally and physically.

    Just by having you (yes, you!) here and reading, that is helping. I am so happy to bring you something light and fun, especially in the field of Young Adult Literature (which I am intensely passionate about!) If you have enjoyed your time on my page, please… do not hesitate to let me know! You don’t know how much it might mean to me. :)

    Thank you so much for visiting!

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To Do List – January 2012

I’m putting this here so I keep myself accountable. Feel free to poke me if I don’t keep up…

Note to self for January:

100 Word Review of “Vixen” – DONE!
100 Word Review of “Genius Wars” – DONE!
100 Word Review of “Future of Us” – DONE!

Today in YA History – at least one a week! – Not one! Gross. :( I have scheduled and written two for February, but there are not many in this month or the next.

I should probably also make a post about the Jay Asher and Carolyn Mackler book event I attended last night, as it was quite pleasant! – Not done… should do soon… Would feel better about this if I had a camera and thus pictures of the event.

I am planning on gathering more info on up-coming books for May-August (and beyond) for the YA Magazine. – DONE!

And finishing the 3rd chapter edit on my WIP. – In progress! Half-way.

Ok! 2012! I can do this! :)

WIP – YA Suburban Fantasy

(Super-happy fun time 50th post!!)

Standard warnings: I am putting this here as an example of my writing, which I hope you enjoy. I don’t think you will, but don’t steal my words, okay? You are better than that!

If you have feedback, suggestions, or constrictive critiques: Please leave a comment. I appreciate unsolicited advice, but it makes it easier to consider new ideas if they are detailed! Try to use specific examples where possible. Thanks.

Synopsis:

    “As they combat an inner madness courtesy of the beasts beneath their skin, three girls hunt for a frenzied killer–who could be any one of them.”

YA Urban Fantasy tale of three young women, their dual natures, and the confusion, betrayal, and helplessness of growing up.

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“The Claws That Scratch: Prologue”
By Olivia Hennis

The sounds of snapping twigs filled the forest just before midnight. Frantic feet crushed and kicked last autumn’s leaves, still slick from the light afternoon rainstorm as the young woman tore blindly through the woods.

Her heartbeat pounded against her ears as her terrified screams wasted precious breath. If only she had turned back down the bike path, where nearby residents might have heard her, come to investigate, or at least called the cops.

Instead, once the creature’s glowing yellow eyes met her own pale brown ones and that gravely snarl had curled out of its maw, she backed up to the forest. Surely, she had thought, someone’s backyard was only a few hundred feet away? Continue reading

2012 is just the beginning

Hello, 2012, you beautiful creature you! It’s nice to finally be settled in!

Back in December, I began moving out of one apartment about an hour away from where I was living. I had only the borrowed car my boss lends me to move two peoples’ worth of belongings. Between my partner’s last days in class and finals, it took about two weeks. Then there were the holidays, where I actually was able to have friends as guests for New Year’s Eve (one of my three holidays: the other two being Halloween in first place and Fourth of July in third.)

Now, armed with a gifted bottle of Grand Absente (absinthe most delicious) and keeping the internet unhooked from my PC… I have been back to writing and editing. I have been making insane progress for the first time in over four years.

My last good year, indeed my BEST, was 2008. I am determined to have this come in waves of 4 years, though I strongly prefer if 2013-2015 don’t absolutely suck, thank you much.

I have a lot to be thankful for again finally, after so long struggling with everything, with business partners who abandoned the major projects right before they were set to go off, and emotional partners struggling with diagnosis for several mental disorders that required a thankfully brief but still upsetting hospital stay, and my own dealing with a full on breakdown, major depression, and several months on the brink of suicide. To say that it has been a “long hard road” would undermine the struggle and the reality that I have lived with this past year.

Instead, I look forward to 2012.

I have a new apartment. There are no bug infestations here. My partner is doing so much better, especially compared to this time last year. I am feeling positive about my own health and sanity. We are working out. The work for the haunt starts soon. I have freelance work from time to time, including with an up-coming Young Adult Magazine that I’m very eager to see get out there. My haunt-boss might have out-of-season work for me at his farm stand. I have recognized my addiction to the internet and cut my time down, and it’s been surprisingly fulfilling. I have been taking time to spend with my friends, my loved ones. I am still running table-top RPGs. And I am back in the game for storytelling through the written word.

I am ready. I feel like the events last May that brought me so low, more than even when I was homeless after the recession in January 2009, can finally be laid to rest.

My name is Olivia. I write stories. Some day, one will find a home with a traditional publisher, and then I will write books.

I have lived many different lives, but this is the one I choose to keep.

For now, it’s back to the grindstone.

Love,
Olivia