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Message in a Bottle 22 I feel like I want to have a good cry (that’s a weird statement), but I’m not sure what about. I’m not sure what...

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Message in a Bottle 21 I’ve been unsubscribing from a lot of email lists lately. You know the really useless ones you don’t even know how...

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There will be no Forcing of Christmas Cheer

Message in a Bottle 20 Maggie and Oliver are talking to me again. Sam and Alex too. It’s my Christmas story again, stomping off the snow...

El Capitan

Dec 16, 20242 min read

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Not all Rides can be Butter Roads

Message in a Bottle 19 It’s been awhile … once again … I’d love to talk to you once a month, but my whole point in doing emails this way...

El Capitan

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Van Gogh had it Right

Message in a Bottle 18 I’m still fighting for that balance. I can still be found in the virtual void far too often. Much more than I’d...

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Hi, my name is Ellie, and this is my Hideaway.

I'm a writer, naturalist and violinist. I like to escape in the pages of a good book. That's one of the reasons I write. Another is, because writing gives me wings to fly all around the world and then some. But the most important reason to me is to share hope and light with anyone out there listening... Or reading...

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Been thinking about how people (at least westerners) still buy warm colored lights even though there’s more energy efficient ones out there (I don’t know the technical stuff surrounding it). But we do, we like yellow tints and cozy feelings. I think lots of us, even if it’s secretly, like when the power goes out and we have to light candles to see.

That’s beautiful, right? Loving something despite inconveniences? Like getting caught in the rain. Or making time, real, intentional time, for God.

I wrote a new post. Full thing’s on my website.

It’s happening, guys. Forbidden is getting an audiobook. I’m self narrating and everything else for that matter. But what’s new? It’s already been quite the struggle even just getting one chapter listen ready (sorry you only get this one snippet for now) but learning curves are part of the process of new things. And I’m finally really happy with the quality of this first chapter. I praise God that he made me so heckin’ stubborn and gives me the strength to push through the struggles.
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Song at the end is an original by @duo.hansen written for Forbidden actually. It’s still so surreal to me that it exists and is so unimaginably beautiful.
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#audiobook #indiaauthor #recording #ya #yaadventure #yafiction #youngadultfiction #youngadultadventure #slowburn #mystery #dystopian

We’re talking about unsubscribing today.
From …
Emails
Fears
Junk
You’re gonna have to go read the whole thing on my blog because I’m not gonna extract the highlights for IG’s caption limit.
But if you can’t be bothered, the take away is an order to send your workaholic amygdala on a seaside vaca and start making some better business practices with your PFC.
Happy New Year, goobers!

34 books this year!
Favorites in no particular order—
To Kill a Mockingbird
Point of Origin
Forward as Always
The Silver Chair
Winter White and Wicked

All in read order—
Winter White and Wicked— @shanditty
The Warden and the Wolf King— @andrewpetersonmusic
Rebel Brave and True— @shanditty
Defector— @ce_stone
Shilo— Helena Sorensen
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea— Jules Verne
The Memory Index— Julian R. Vaca
The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe— C.S. Lewis
Seeker— Helena Sorensen
The Recall Paradox— Julian R. Vaca
The Wild Robot— Peter Brown
Songbird— Helena Sorensen
The Horse and his Boy— C.S. Lewis
Cities of Smoke and Starlight— @alli_earnest_writes
Realms of Wrath and Ruin— @alli_earnest_writes
Prince Caspian— C.S. Lewis
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader— C.S. Lewis
Robin Hood— Henry Gilbert
The Silver Chair— C.S. Lewis
The Last Battle— C.S. Lewis
To Kill a Mockingbird— Harper Lee
A Comedy of Nobodies— @americanbaron
The Price of Freedom— A.C. Crispin
Why didn’t they ask Evans— Agatha Christie
The Return of Sherlock Holmes— Arthur Conan Doyle
The Valley of Fear— Arthur Conan Doyle
Blood Herring— E.H. Drake
The Bark of the Bog Owl— Jonathan Rogers
The Secret of the Swamp King— Jonathan Rogers
The Way of the Wilderking— Jonathan Rogers
Forward as Always— @olanrogers and Jake Sidwell
Northanger Abbey— Jane Austen
The Telling— Mike Duran
Point of Origin— @abigail_strange_

Maggie and Oliver are talking to me again.
Sam and Alex too.

It’s my Christmas story again, stomping off the snow on her boots, and knocking a merry rhythm on the door, come to visit with rosy cheeks and holly tangled in her hair.

Last year I was frustrated at how little progress I make on this story every year.
This year I’m grateful for my Christmas companions. They’ve become like old friends I get together with over the holidays. They always help me get in the Christmas spirit. Snowfield is a space where I parse out my tangled Christmas thoughts and there are many of them.

This year it’s a lot of this idea that I can’t make anyone have more Christmas cheer than they already do.
I look around year after year and get so sad to see less and less people celebrating. Even those that do, seem to have lost that spark. I think some of us close ourselves off to Christmas, cause sometimes Christmas hurts. The end of the year, the time we look at how much has changed. Sometimes it’s too much. It’s overwhelming, heartbreaking even. A loved one no longer with us. A dream come and died. Other times change is the one thing we want and the one thing we just don’t see. Another Christmas rolls around and you realize a whole year has gone by and everything is the same.
Stuck. You claim the word like it’s your only friend and not the exact opposite.
For me it’s always a little bit of both. Change is hard. But the things I want to change always seem to stay the same.
I know I’m a wheel in that machine. I have to spin one way or the other if I want something to happen.
But Christmas uncovers it all, like blood against snow, whether I’m moving or not, spinning or collecting cobwebs.
Continued in comments…

New skate shoez and freshly paved roadz😎

Forsaken is two today!
I almost forgot about both Forbidden and Forsaken’s birthday’s again. But Emilie reminded me.😂
So in true Ellie fashion, I last minute finished this piece that I started and teased a while ago. This is a scene in Forsaken that I hated for the longest time, it still isn’t a favorite. I actually drew it to see if I could get myself to like it better. LOL. I’m happy to say it helped a little.
Happy Birthday Forsaken!
And Forbidden turns 3 in just a few days🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

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#everyshadowlifted #bookbirthday #ya #selfpublished #youngadult #youngadultfiction #adventurefiction #yaadventure #amazonrainforest

Bloopers make me happy, so I thought I’d share my bloopers to try and make others happy. Haha.
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#bloopers #blooperreel #outtakes #writerbloopers #donttakeyourselftooseriously

IDK if this is the most cringe or brilliant thing I’ve ever made … probably neither. But whatever the case, HELLO! I’m Ellie Maureen, author of three books so far. I’ve been trucking through this adventure series full of all the lovely nature nerd moments mentioned in the video. I’m currently drafting the fourth and final book in the series and actively trying not to lose my mind. So come join the party if you think you’re chaos enough.
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I swear the demon robot voice wasn’t there at the end until I posted.😳

Look at me, I still have the ability to contribute not just consume.
Book four’s coming slowly but surely. A lot’s happening in Py’aoka, that I’ll try to keep quiet about.
It’s overwhelming and frightening as heck. I think I’m trying to think about way too much at once. But I’m terrified to get this wrong. So many ending’s fall flat and I’ve worked too hard, come too far to let that happen.
I see the butter roads up ahead AND the torn up, pothole inundated roads too. I see it all. And I shut down.
I hardly ever give myself grace to be new at something, or in some cases not so new but still not very great. ’Cause that’s okay too.
Anyway, I wrote something, and you can read the full post at the Hideaway

Bad habits have clever ways of sticking around, blasted barnacles on the hull of my ship. Slowing me down. Keeping me stuck.
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One thing I have held to is sharing less. I’m still online too much, but I’ve saved a lot more for just me, and that keeps wind in my sails.
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I wrote something. Full Message in a Bottle is on my website, The Hideaway.

Another Ely trip in the books.
The Blueberry Festival wasn’t as good as last year. Which is a bummer for sure, but us sisters made the best of it as usual. Anytime all together is the best time. Paddle boarding, having a Pirates of the Caribbean marathon, adventuring (maybe a little too hard on my part, hyped up on said Pirates marathon) staying up too late, and getting up too early.
What a Man Gotta do? inexplicably became the pump up song of the weekend. I got a new blanket sweatshirt at a grocery store with lots of bearsbearsbears on it. We set off the fire alarm the first night, because the cabin stove only heats on high. We jumped in the lake every evening after sweating all day at the festival. And had a fun grill out night with @arkstonemn Basically half the 4 hour drive back was in heavy rain and we had a wonderful Taco Bell experience waiting 30 minutes for one of our orders because jErEMy had to get a DoorDash order of 47 items.
Good times …

Walking in the city gets me thinking. Thinking about all the lives.
Lonely lives.
Full lives.
Thinking about their paths all intersecting like the traffic, but most times only ever stopping as long as the red lights. A few of us blowing through even those.
Red lights are okay. We shouldn’t be living only for every next green.
Gotta remember to stop.
Like the man throwing seeds and nuts for the birds, same time everyday.
Stop for sunshine.
Stop for rain.
Stop for those our paths run into.
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I don’t like the city much. Too much noise. Too much speed.
But walking in the city always makes me think.
And I like to think.

I don’t think it’s rare or unnatural to have a deep fascination for things that hurt us. Mentally at least. I don’t even think it’s wrong, because when we move towards our pain, shake hands with it, and look it in the eyes, then and only then can we move on.
I think of little kids hunkered in the basement, paralyzed by the fear of storms, but then growing up to be storm-chasing adrenaline junkies.

Not making sense?
Stick with me.

I am fascinated, obsessed really, with endings, with goodbyes. And yet, even the simplest of them usually make me cry, send pangs through my heart, and twist my stomach in painful knots. I’m not even sure when it started. I think it’s always been there, I just didn’t have a name for it when I was younger.

Writing Every Shadow Lifted, I unconsciously (at first) entangled it in Kiara’s make up. I wrote it into her character from the very start.
It’s a struggle, a back and forth fight. Endings hurt me, but they’re also sacred. Or should be. And I want to know why. I want to know why they cut me so deep and I want to search out where my reverence for something so painful comes from. I want to dive deeper, explore possibilities. I want to develop the ability to move on.

If you’ve followed the social media “updates” you know starting book four has been a grind. There’s a lot of pressure in an ending, but there’s also release … I just have yet to find it. So far I’m all struggle. And not all of it is from pressure, but that same avoidance of the pain of ending and moving on. This story has been my constant companion for eight years.

But I have plans. So many plans.

The Kiara waiting to be written in book four doesn’t even know what’s coming for her. But I look forward to exploring this concept, this letting go and saying goodbye. To the past. To childhood. To comfortable weaknesses. I want Kiara to come to this place of shaking hands with her pain, with her fear of pain. I want to see her come out on the other side of this wall.
Maybe I will too.

Blips. Dots.
Lights. Noise.
I think I’ve found myself in a corner of space where authenticity dies. In a corner of my mind where creativity looks like a stranger.
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Vacuums. Black holes.
What happens if I go dark?
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What if the world doesn’t end when I don’t do that one thing?
You know that thing. We’ve all got something that feels monumentally important until it doesn’t.
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Struggling with the balance that always should be.
Fighting to find the line between connecting and adding to the noise.
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Blind when my eyes are on me.
Muting the world around me when all I do is speak.
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I want my life to be a movie montage of sunshine, laughter, and running in the rain.
But moments come along when they do, softly, perfectly. Trying to jam them together only spits on where they fit.
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Missing specifics when I try to capture everything.
I don’t want to be caught outside, considering perception.
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I want to
Be
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It.
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Living.
Breathing.
Living.
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Like wild daisies on the side of the road.
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#poetry #writer #lifeisametaphor #wilddaisy #inthemoment

The author event at @oblivioncoffeebar was fun.
It wasn’t a great turn out for customers, but us authors still made the best of it and it was great to meet everyone!
As they appear in the reel—
@joeprosit horror author
@aryrejin poetry author
And last but not least, the champ who put it all together, E.H. Drake (she doesn’t have instagram) with her vampire, buddy cop mystery.

The time to sip some coffee and meet some local authors is right around the corner! This Friday, guys. If you’re in the St Cloud area or maybe even if you’re not so much, come out and hang for a bit. This is gonna be a fun time, I know it.
Event details—

The event is at Oblivion CoffeeBar— 27 7th Ave N, St Cloud, MN 56303
A super vibe place, if you ask me. Just look up some photos.
Me and a few other awesome authors will be there Friday, June 14th from 4pm to 8pm! We’ll be chillin’, ready to chat, and sign books.
See you there!

Sometimes we ask God for blessings, but His favorite to give are the ones that take us by surprise.

It’s my party. I’ll cry if I want to.
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There is often an emptiness after highs. After goals end and adrenalin ebbs.
It’s this pouring my heart into something only for it to have the faintest flicker of a beep on the world’s heart monitor the day I set it free. To get a “Nice!” or “Congrats” before it’s forgotten entirely.
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Or nothing at all …
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Ironically it’s hearts that are what’s given. And they’re never enough. Dirty, rotting things, they’re a fabrication that corrodes what’s real. Never enough. That magic number you have in your head? It’s a lie. Just like the intangible world we live with one foot tangled up in.
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I bleed color, life, and tears, regrets, and secret fears into this culmination of somethings.
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I call it art.
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I give it to others because it was never made for just me. But I can’t make other’s want it, let alone see it.
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I sit at the party on abandoned fairgrounds— no, it’s a basement.
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Unfinished, cracked floors …
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We couldn’t afford a rug.
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There’s not much light. The boundaries of the room, wherever they may be, are lost in shadow. A few friends are there, lighting the space softly with their own little lights, but their expressions are vague. They are only ghosts of people I think I know.
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In the end. Even they go. One by one, each one taking their light with them.
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Until.
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Once again.
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It’s just me and this thing I created, lying bare on the table. It still has bits of my hair and skin stuck between its cracks, my blood staining it in splatters.
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Is it ugly?
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Should I have cleaned it up better before sharing?
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Does it matter?
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I turn to the door, taking the last light with me, off to bleed into something new. It’s all I know to do. But I leave that last something where it is. Because what I’m learning, or striving to learn, is that the gory, beautiful, imperfect, perfection on the table isn’t me and whatever happens to it doesn’t have to affect me.
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It doesn’t have to.

More soft content.
I’ve decided since we don’t have episodes on Wednesdays anymore I’m going to post something tbb related every Wednesday (but future posts will be on my art account @ellies_colorfulbrain ) until I’m okay with the fact that it’s over.
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#starwarsedit #thebadbatchedit #badbatchedit #tbbedit #thebadbatch #starwars #starwarsthebadbatch #badbatchfanart #starwarsfanart #starwarssong #starwarsnerd #thebadbatchfanart #omegabadbatch #hunterbadbatch #techbadbatch #wreckerbadbatch #crosshairbadbatch #echobadbatch #clonetrooper

Excuse me while I die of a cuteness attack. This is quite possibly the softest thing related to Every Shadow Lifted. While I’ve been trucking away at making a second addition of Forbidden, this scene started to dance around in my head. It’s not in the book, but I personally think it works better as an artwork anyway. The idea is— Kiara and Hadyn are looking through different kinds of translucent, blue gems to try and imagine better what the sky might be like. I know, so soft. Hadyn must have said something funny by the looks of things and in general it’s just a happy moment in the midst of their dark time in Caverna.
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I wanted to try a new art style here. Whether I accomplished that or not is a little hazy.

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Shepard’s Harvest, Sheep and Wool Festival.
Heck. Yeah.
Never been to a more chill festival, just a bunch of sheep people and wool crafters

“The sky’s awake.”
Went chasing down the fire in the sky last night and saw the aurora borealis for the first time in my life. Tear worthy. (Yes, I cried a little)
Absolutely awe inspiring, watching the lights dance directly overhead.
My neck hurt like heck from looking up, but I absolutely can’t wait to try to see them again tonight!
What a magnificent display of God’s creativity and glory.

Forgiven is here.

It’s not the story I would deem most exciting, most gripping. It’s not “swoony” or filled with trendy tropes (sorry “only one bed” fans). It’s not the story blazing a trail in a new “progressive” genre— Okay it’s a little swoony. But that’s beside the point.

It’s simply the story that was gifted to me. I say gifted because I have no idea what would have made me choose this tale, what would have made me choose these characters, besides the fact that I needed them as much as they needed me to write them.

You know me. I KNOW ME. I don’t stick with projects all that often. My brain’s as capricious as a little butterfly in a field of flowers.

This is rare.

This is miraculous.

This flower managed to keep the hopeless butterfly around.

And the thing about gifts and miracles is they often overlap.

It’s not a best seller.

Every Shadow Lifted is a miracle.

It’s a gift I will always cherish.

Soli Deo gloria
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#everyshadowlifted #bookrelease #booklaunch #newrelease #newbook #forgiven #ya #selfpublished #youngadult #youngadultfiction #adventurefiction #yaadventure #amazonrainforest #tepui #releaseday

Haha! You’re welcome. Now you have to know.

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#everyshadowlifted #bookrelease #booklaunch #newrelease #newbook #forgiven #ya #selfpublished #youngadult #youngadultfiction #adventurefiction #yaadventure #amazonrainforest #tepui

1 day.
1 Day. Till. Release.
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I’m so excited to share this book. I get asked sometimes if I have a favorite of my books. To quote Enola talking about Sherlock’s favorite case, for me, it will always be “the one that came before.”
My favorite is my latest project and I am full on in love with Forgiven right now. I can see my writing and storytelling improving with every book in this series. Excuse me as I slip into sappy sentimentality, but it really feels like I’ve been growing right along with my characters. It’s special and surreal. It’s the playground and battlefield I’ve been navigating for about a year and a half.
And tomorrow it will be just mine no longer.
Until tomorrow 🤯
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#everyshadowlifted #bookrelease #booklaunch #newrelease #newbook #forgiven #ya #selfpublished #youngadult #youngadultfiction #adventurefiction #yaadventure #amazonrainforest #tepui

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