Purple Pasta

It was nearly two years ago now that I first learned purple sweet potatoes existed upon this earth. After seeing a recipe on Pinterest for ube ice cream, I was immediately smitten. That same week, I went to the grocery store in search of my very own purple potatoes. To my premature relief, I did find purple potatoes (which I purchased with great enthusiasm). They were purple on the outside. When I cut them open, they were purple on the inside too. Everything looked promising…until I baked them. The purple color faded to a dull lavender-gray and I was more than mildly devastated.

Sadly, I must admit that I lost faith in finding truly purple potatoes. Pictures of gorgeously vibrant edibles continued to float through my Pinterest feed, but my hopes of ever creating a purple masterpiece of my own seemed dashed. A few weeks ago, however, I learned something that shattered my culinary worldview. I learned that there is a big difference between purple potatoes and purple sweet potatoes.

What I bought two years ago were simply your average starchy potatoes with purple skins and slightly purple flesh. As I have already mentioned, the flesh did not retain this hue when baked. In order to create vibrantly purple food, you need to use purple yams or sweet potatoes. Here there are two choices. You can use ube (purple yams) or the vibrantly purple Okinawa sweet potatoes.

Upon learning this, my dear friend Brooke and I began scouring the internet to learn where we could procure our own. We discovered Stokes Farm  online and seriously considered having 20 pounds of their purple sweet potatoes (the smallest quantity available) mailed to my dorm room. However, 20 pounds seemed a bit much for one little dorm room. Frustrated, Brooke and I took a dinner break and went to Whole Foods. While we were there, the darnedest thing happened. Whole Foods had Stokes sweet potatoes right there in the store! We didn’t have to order 20 pounds after all. After two-ish years of off-and-on searching, they practically fell on our heads.


Unlike purple starchy potatoes, purple sweet potatoes are not very purple on the outside. They are more of a brownish-red. IMG_0252

Inside, however, they are a bright magenta. This color only deepens when they are baked.

Mashed Purple Potatoes

Even the skins turned a brilliant purple! Never in my life had I expected to find myself standing on a chair straining to take a decent picture of potato skins, but that is exactly what happened. And aren’t they beautiful? I was positively awed.

Purple Potato Skins

I decided to make pasta with my new treasures. Working with sweet potatoes inherently involves dealing with an excess of moisture and stickiness. Accordingly, the dough turned out to be stickier than most pasta doughs I’ve worked with in the past. This necessitated choosing a type of pasta that could be made with slightly stickier dough. Spaghetti was definitely out as it was too slender and fragile. I opted to make farfalle (bow-tie pasta). Here’s how I did it.

Purple Sweet Potato Pasta


Purple Pasta:

  • 3/4 cup mashed purple sweet potatoes (approximately one sweet potato)
  • 1 1/2 cup all purpose flour
  • 1/2 cup semolina flour
  • 3 egg yolks
  • 1 tbs olive oil
  • 1 teaspoon salt

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Bake potatoes until tender (mine took about 40 minutes, but it will depend on the size of your potatoes). They should give when you press on them. Allow the potatoes to cool and then peel off the skin. Mash potatoes until smooth with no clumps remaining. Stir in egg yolks, oil, and salt. In a separate bowl, whisk together semolina and all purpose flours. Sift in half of the flour into the potato mixture and thoroughly combine. Sift in remaining flour and knead until smooth. If dough is still sticky, add 1-2 tablespoons all purpose flour, or until dough is stiff enough to handle.

Purple Pasta Dough

Normally, it is best to let pasta dough rest at least 30 minutes so that the gluten can absorb liquids and relax. However, due to the moisture of the sweet potatoes, this rest period is not necessary. On the contrary, actually, I found it was much easier to begin rolling the dough out immediately without allowing it to relax.

Cut the dough into two portions. Flatten dough between your hands, lightly dust dough with excess flour, and begin to roll through pasta machine on the largest setting. Lightly dust and roll again, this time on a smaller setting. Continue to do this, rolling the pasta thinner and thinner until it forms a workable sheet. Repeat with second portion of dough.

Cut pasta sheets into rectangles 1 1/2 inches wide and 1 inch tall. Pinch in the middle to form a bow-tie.

Purple Pasta


Purple Pasta


You now have two options. You can cook the farfalle immediately. Or you can set them out to dry to be gifted or eaten another day.

I chose to dry mine. I left them out on a cookie sheet and covered them with a paper towel for approximately 48 hours. The deal with drying pasta is that you want DRIED pasta. If any moisture remains, the pasta is at risk of molding (yikes!). So in the case of uncertainty, it is always better to allow your pasta to dry longer. The pasta begins to take on a subtle magenta hue as it dries.

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If you don’t have a pasta machine, you can make trofie instead.

Purple Trofie

Trofie is a kind of pasta that is formed by rolling a small bit of dough between your palms. Sometimes, it is also twisted or wrapped around a skewer to give it more of a spiral shape. Check out this YouTube tutorial I found for more detailed instructions.

Due to the fact that the pasta is made from sweet potatoes, it is a bit sweeter than your average run-of-the-mill. But it is ever so delightful when served with a light cream sauce! You could also try serving it with brown butter instead.

As a sort of epilogue, Brooke and I went back to Whole Foods and bought a lot more purple sweet potatoes, so there is a fair chance this will not be the last you hear of them 😉



<3 Hannah

John Milton: Renaissance Man

“Abduction by aliens?”


“Eaten by bobcats?”

Sometimes we see bobcats around the school, but still no. Not that either.

What, then, accounts for my absence from blogging?

Not bobcats or aliens. I have simply been applying to medical school. There has been little time for writing—or so I have thought.

Something happened recently, however. I met a wise lady who challenged me not to give up writing. She said that I didn’t have to choose between writing and medicine, insisting rather that I could do both.

I intend to do both.


Over the past two years, I have been privileged to study under Dr. Grant Horner, an extraordinary English professor at my school. Horner’s favorite author (who has since become my favorite as well) is John Milton. Dr. Horner has spent much of his career studying the life and works of Milton. He has even written an excellent book on Milton’s life and education. The curious may find it here.

Horner’s enthusiasm for Milton has bled over and onto me. My friends are well familiar with my new obsession. My mom even got me an antique copy of Paradise Lost for Christmas (she is literally the sweetest).

Paradise Lost

Milton’s writing is truly amazing. Moreover, Milton was amazing. Milton, quite simply, was a guy who did everything and endured everything.

Born in 1608, Milton was a prodigy. He mastered English, Latin, and Greek at a very young age before going on to learn approximately two-dozen languages. He also began writing from an early age. His sonnet, “On Shakespeare,” was published at the front of a second folio addition of Shakespeare’s newly completed works when Milton was still in his early twenties. This was a prodigious honor for such a young author, but Milton was not satisfied. In his own words, he began to train so as to “leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.” He wanted to write a masterpiece—something that would rival the great epics of Homer, Virgil, Ovid, and Spencer—that would continue to speak out for him long after he had left this earth. So Milton trained hard.

After studying at Cambridge, Milton went on to spend the next five years reading everything that he could acquire. His reading list included every book ever registered as published. Apparently, someone actually found said list and, beside most of the items, there was not only one check mark but two. This is to say that Milton read practically everything ever published…twice.

He began stretching his literary wings by composing lyrical poetry, elegies, and essays. He quickly amassed much critical acclaim and wealth as a writer. Milton, however, was so much more than a writer. World traveler, theologian, and political activist, he was a true Renaissance man. Milton participated to a degree in the English Civil war and apparently attended the execution of Charles I, the first English king beheaded by his own people.

Enter tragedy. In 1652, Milton’s wife Mary died from complications during childbirth. Their baby son, John, died only weeks later. In 1653, Milton began to go blind. This was akin to a deathblow for an eidetically oriented author still in training to write his masterpiece. He channeled his reflections on this into what has become my favorite sonnet, “When I Consider How My Light is Spent.” By 1654, he was totally blind. Still, Milton continued to write. He got remarried, but less than a year later, his second wife, Katherine, perished also, and was followed soon after by their baby girl. And still the heartache refused to depart from Milton’s life.

Charles II came to power. He began tracking down everyone who had been implicated in his father’s beheading. The blind and aged Milton was imprisoned and sentenced to death by drawing and quartering. The hangman publically burned Milton’s books. When hope was hardly mentionable, Milton’s fellow writer and friend, Andrew Marvell, swayed parliament to spare Milton’s life. Destitute, humiliated, having lost not one family but two, Milton escaped with only that—his life. Milton, now in his late 50s, was betrayed, bereaved, and blind.

And despite all of this, Milton still wrote Paradise Lost. He did exactly what he had set out to accomplish from youth: he penned a piece of mastery that we still read five centuries later. And mastery it is. In certain single lines of Milton’s epic are puns in three languages at the same time. There are abundant acrostics and chiasms—absolutely stunning given the authorship of a blind man. Paradise Lost features references to hundreds and hundreds of authors—not works but authors who often wrote multiple works. Milton scholars are still tracking down such references to this day. Paradise Lost has influenced and inspired countless authors over the centuries, not the least of whom was Mary Shelley when writing Frankenstein.


Milton wasn’t just one thing. He was a Renaissance man. Surmounting incredible odds, he persevered, ultimately accomplishing his life-long goal. Despite everything, his piece of mastery still speaks out for him to this very day.

I am no prodigy. I do not speak two-dozen languages and I will never read every book ever written. I will never be a Milton, but it would swell my heart to overflowing if I could be just a little bit like him.

In truthfulness, there is nothing stopping any of us from being a little more like Milton.

Milton aimed for excellence and he worked hard. We mere mortals may not have an eidetic memory or Milton’s degree of brilliance, but we don’t need either to work hard. And like Milton, we don’t have to settle for just one thing if we’re willing to work at it.

So here’s to a man who inspired the decades and here’s to working hard.


Hannah <3

In Memoriam

I lost a good friend this past week.

Over 15 years ago, a small tabby kitten was born under a bush in my front yard. Why someone would purposely choose to name a gray cat “Marshmallow” may seem silly now, but back then, in my five-year-old mind, it somehow made sense.  We became fast friends.  Marshmallow never quite learned how to meow–she always sounded more like a creaky door than a cat. I began to grow older and began trying new things and Marshmallow was always right there to try them with me.  When I was learning how to play the piano, she would hop up on the piano bench next to me and gnaw on my fingers as I struggled to play.  When Easter basket hunts rolled around, she would go “hunting” with me, always tagging along at my ankles. And when I grew still older and began writing books, Marshmallow would sit, curled up by me on the couch, and gnaw on my fingers, purring, as I tried to type.  Portions of my last book were written in such a fashion.


A little over a week ago, Marshmallow took ill very quickly.  Within a matter of days, she could no longer walk, eat, or even meow, and soon after, she was gone.  Only her weak, limp body remained in my arms.

My mom used to tell me that goodbyes are part of life.  Well, I hate goodbyes.  I mean it too!  Goodbyes are hard, and painful, and sometimes you wonder if they are even worth it.  I mean, why would anyone choose to love someone or something that might be taken away from them? Why would anyone logically choose to open themselves up to being hurt?

Answer: because a life without love and loss is a shallow, empty thing, and because it’s worth it.  Because, at least in the case of Marshmallow, the hello was worth the goodbye.

I can probably guess what you’re thinking, and yes, maybe this is a bit melodramatic for the death of one cat, but Marshmallow was my friend. I honestly can’t remember what life looks like without her, since she had been with me for literally as long as I can remember and I will miss her greatly.  She was a great gift for as long as I was permitted to keep her.

And still, life moves on.  School starts tomorrow–biochemistry, this year.  And strangely, I’m excited.  It will be a challenge, true, but I intend to rise to it.

Oh, and I nearly forgot: today, as part of Champagne’s Labor Day Sale, my book, Labyrinth of Lies, is 50% off here.

Till next time,

<3 Hannah

Handcrafted Sodas

As some of you already know, I spent the first six weeks of this summer in Togo, Africa, in a missions hospital.  We were able to participate in a mobile medical clinic and to shadow doctors and see surgeries.  I saw and learned so much! The trip included many surprises, including 127 degree weather, hippos, camel spiders, and, perhaps most surprising of all, amazing sodas.

The local water was ridden with parasites and unsafe to drink, but the sodas were incredible, oddly enough.  At first, I was puzzled as to why they tasted so remarkable, but then, one day, I happened to glance through the bottom of the bottle and I found real fruit pieces floating around.  I also found that the sodas were made with real sugar–real fruit and real sugar.

When I came home, I didn’t miss the heat, but I missed the missionaries and the people and…the sodas.  So I decided to learn how to make sodas so I could recreate them myself.  The research and experimentation that followed has now been turned into a eBook, now available on Amazon.  The recipes included are entirely free of artificial flavorings, dyes, preservatives, and high fructose corn syrup, and they range from ginger ale to grape to rose petal to white chocolate peppermint. The following recipe is taken from my book on handcrafted sodas and it is one of my absolute favorites.


Pomegranate Blueberry Soda:

Pomegranate and blueberry have always been a killer combination.  Not only are they packed with antioxidants, but they are pretty darn tasty too.  No less can be said of this soda.

What you’ll need:

  • 2 cups pomegranate juice
  • ½ cup blueberries
  • Juice of ½ lime
  • Sugar*

What you do:

Combine all ingredients in a saucepan and heat over low until simmering.  Allow to simmer for around 10 minutes, or until the liquid has reduced by at least half.  This should give you a little over one cup of syrup. Allow to cool.

Pour 2-4 tablespoons of syrup into chilled, carbonated water and mix well.  Makes at least 4 individual servings.  Enjoy!  (No seriously–enjoy it!)

* I personally like this recipe without sugar (I like things a little tangy), but if you are a fan of sweet, consider adding a tablespoon or two of sugar!


Like this recipe? Feel like taking a stab at some more adventurous recipes like Chocolate Coconut Cream?  Check out my latest eBook for more!


You’ll find all of these inside–and more!


And don’t worry!  I haven’t forgotten about the Togo pictures I promised.  Those will follow in a blog post soon!

<3 Hannah



Hello again!

I’m back at last from Africa.  It was absolutely amazing–it was crazy hard and scorching hot, and I had a brush with malaria, but it really was amazing! I saw and learned so much and I met so many incredible people I will never forget.

For now, today’s post is about summer–the few weeks of it that’s left before school starts once more. I’ve been trying to mow through a long list of projects and get some studying done for the MCAT.  Again, more on that later.  In addition to all the work, there has been some fun too.  My brother really wanted to go to the Pompeii exhibit at the Science Center, here in LA. So last week, we went and it was really good.  And guess what? We found a surprise!

There, hanging on the wall, was a fresco of Bacchus and Ariadne–our old friends!  See?

10589125_519634008169642_2145340111_nFor those of you who have read my book, you will recognize these characters from Greek mythology. Bacchus was the god of wine and Ariadne was, well, there are many different theories as to Ariadne’s identity.  If you’ve read my book, then you know of at least one… (cue dark, foreboding music).

Now, I know what you’re thinking: wasn’t Pompeii a ROMAN civilization?

Well, yes it was.  However, there are some major overlaps in Greek and Roman mythology.  For example, many of the Greek gods also have Roman counterparts.  Aphrodite (Greek) is the same as Venus (Roman), Zeus (Greek) is the same as Jupiter (Roman), and so on. In the same way, many of the other characters of the Greek myths bleed over into Roman mythology too.

In addition to the fresco, we also found an amphora from Crete.  There would likely have been wine in jars like this at the feast Theseus attends in Chapter Five.


We also found a bathtub.  Haha, I guess those are about the same no matter what country or what age you live in!


That’s all for now, but I will be writing again soon with details on my latest projects!

<3 Hannah


Adventures Await

Hello everyone!

I know it’s been a while (sorry).  The culprit this time? Finals.  Lots and lots of finals.  And, of course, other forms of end of the year madness contributed too.

But guess what? The madness continues!  I am leaving very soon for a medical missions trip to Africa!

Some of my fellow pre-med students and I are going to be serving overseas for six weeks in a hospital. Isn’t that insane? I am so excited!

I have to run now–packing and prepping and such, but hopefully, I will write again in the not-so-distant future.  I am also hoping to work some on my next novel while we are there.

At some point, I will sit down and write some updates for you to read. I don’t know yet when that will be, but until then, adventure awaits!


<3 Hannah


The Last Bookstore

Hi, friends!  It’s been a while, I know.  The first wave of midterms has struck and is now subsiding just in time for another wave of exams to crash overhead. It goes without saying that the time left over for writing after my studies has been sorrowfully small.

I want to share an adventure from several weeks ago with you, because if you’re able to, it’s definitely an adventure you should undertake yourself. I first discovered The Last Bookstore on Instagram.  I saw pictures of crazy tunnels built out of books, as well as all kinds of book-based sculptures and art. Frankly, I was a little dubious that such a place could exist in real life. Based on the pictures, it looked to me as though The Last Bookstore was the “Wonderland” of bookstores, and as most of us know, Wonderland isn’t exactly real.

But then I had a free day several weeks back and I convinced one of my friends to go with me to LA to see it for ourselves.  And guess what? The Last Bookstore is every bit as amazing as real life as it seems in pictures–maybe even more so.


It’s located on Broadway in Downtown LA, between 4th and 5th, so basically it’s in the belly of the beast.  Traffic can get a little crazy down there, but it is definitely worth the trip. There’s plenty of meter parking right outside the store, as well as a fairly inexpensive parking lot nearby.

As I was getting close, I was struck by the awesome sight of an old, ornate, massive, stone building and at first, I kept driving, thinking, “Wow, that was a cool building.  I wonder how close we are to the bookstore.”  And then it dawned on me. The cool stone building WAS the bookstore. And just you wait: it gets better.

When you first walk inside, a strong and gripping whiff of dust, old books, and endless possibilities rushes to greet your nose. Even before you’re through the foyer, you can glimpse books upon unending books.  As soon as you enter, there is a man standing at the checkout counter.  This, of course, seems fairly normal–that is, until you realize that even the counter at which he stands is crafted entirely out of books.  Once inside, you will find yourself surrounded by a forest of gigantic white pillars that tower over you, holding up the roof.  You’ll find that, sporadically, the store is sprinkled with worn leather arm chairs in which you may sit and devour books to your heart’s content. The books themselves are very artfully arranged by categories, and by “categories” I mean “every category under the sun.”


The Last Bookstore sells mainly used books, but most of them are in excellent condition. It also sells old records, CDs, and even some movies. I was shocked by the sea of old vinyl albums sold there, as there were literally thousands to choose from. All of the wares are sold at reasonable prices. And if you have books to sell, The Last Bookstore will gladly buy them from you.

My favorite part is the top floor, a section which is referred to by the workers as “The Labyrinth.”  Kind of makes you think of another Labyrinth, doesn’t it?


Why the name? Well, it is literally a maze of bookshelves with no apparent rhyme or reason. A good portion of them are sci-fi, but then there are the thrillers. After several lengthy minutes of browsing, you reach a wall of books with a hole just big enough to see through.

After that is the tunnel of books. (Lighting inside was not conducive for photography via my dumb smartphone, so a glimpse of the outside is as good as this is going to get.)


Once through the tunnel, though, there are even more shelves. This part is my absolute favorite because this portion is where the bargain books live.  And it is HUGE, folks.  There are probably millions of books up there.  You could spend your entire lifetime reading up there, and then your neighbor’s lifetime, and then your first grade teacher’s lifetime, and probably the lives of nearly everyone you know just browsing through books in The Labyrinth. There’s even a color coded section that is literally a rainbow of books! I got two books from this section, The Intelligencer and The Dream-Maker’s Magic, for a total of $2.18.  If they’re any good, I’ll let you know, but you certainly can’t beat the price.



In addition to books, there are works of art and sculptures scattered all throughout the bookstore. There are succulents growing out of broken stereos, a chalkboard wall complete with drawings of all the employees, strings of lights, pages flying out of a floating typewriter, books flying off the shelves, and even a wooly mammoth head hanging on the wall. There is also an entire art gallery up there on the second floor also.


I was expecting to be underwhelmed, but completely on the contrary, I was overwhelmed instead. The Last Bookstore is amazing.  If you’re a book enthusiast living anywhere near LA, you should definitely take the time to go experience it for yourself.  I know personally that time can be a rare commodity in the craziness of life, but in my opinion, it was worth the time. I will definitely be going again. As Rudyard Kipling so rightfully stated, “you can never have enough books.”

<3 Hannah


My Favorite Book

As much as I love Harry Potter, Eragon, Pride and Prejudice, and A Tale of Two Cities, none of them are my favorite.  Surprisingly enough, my favorite book of all time (so far, at least) is a book many of you have probably never even heard of, a paperback novel called Legend of the Emerald Rose.

It’s set in the time of King Arthur (in the Dark Ages of Europe, right after the fall of the Western Roman Empire, about 500 AD).  Packed with romance and adventure, it’s the kind of book that grabs your heart and never really lets go.

I’ve literally read it at least 4-5 times all the way through, but I’ve read my favorite parts at least 10 times each, probably.


I follow the author, Linda Wichman, on Pinterest.  She doesn’t pin very often, so when she pinned her book cover a few nights ago, I was surprised, and I “liked” it.  Even more surprising, however, was the notification I got a little while later….


The author of my favorite book liked some of my novel inspiration pins on Pinterest!  How crazy is that?  I love her writing and she liked my pins. It wasn’t anything super earth-shattering, but it was a nice distraction from physics homework, and it made me smile.

The mid-semester crunch is hitting early this time.  Already, my life is packed out with homework and swiftly approaching organic chemistry tests. I’m still attempting some to maintain the publicity campaign for my novel and still working on the next one, but there never really is enough time in a day, is there?  But I suppose that’s life, so we do our best with what we can. Hang in there!

Till next time

<3 Hannah

Back to the Grindstone

School starts tomorrow. Medical Microbiology, Organic Chemistry II, Physics II, and more: I can feel the avalanche coming.

But it’s alright, because even though it will probably be painful, I’m praying that it will be worth it. And what’s more, it’s okay because I had a really great break.  Here are just a few of the things I’ve been up to lately:

I put 3 eBooks up on Kindle.


It all started with the eBook on how to make meringues. I had always struggled with making meringues. In Jr. high and high school, I really enjoyed eating them, so I had tried to make them on several occasions, but I had failed on nearly all attempts. Frustrated, I tried to figure out what I was doing wrong, but very few of the recipes I found explained any “why”s at all.  They didn’t explain why to add salt, or cream of tarter, etc. and they were pretty vague.  However, after taking a couple semesters of chemistry and biology, I finally was able to understand why. So, I decided to write a tutorial on how to make meringues, and not only how, but “why.” Don’t worry! It isn’t crazy and all scientific–the goal was to make it accessible and easy to understand and follow. Another goal was to teach people how to take one basic stock recipe and modify it to make any flavor of meringue they so desired. I mean, if you know what you’re doing, then you’ll also know what you’ll need to do to change it, so I think this theory makes sense. Anyway, for $0.99 on Amazon, you can find out for yourself.

I also did two others on how to make modeling chocolate flowers and how to make chocolate bars from scratch.  Click on the images for links.

Also, I finally got around to getting business cards for my book. Pretty cool, right?


I made cronuts with my friends.

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What exactly ARE cronuts?  That’s a pretty fair question.  Essentially, they are donuts made out of crosaint dough. We used a recipe from Sorted.  They turned out well, but the cronuts were really rich from all of the extra butter in the dough and the lemon icing was very lemony. However, if we omitted the lemon icing and subbed in something a little more subtle, I’m sure they would have been fantastic.

I read Divergent.


I actually really loved it and thought that it was very well written. Veronica Roth has a very crisp and vivid style of writing. She doesn’t abuse filler words, and none of the words she does utilize are wasted.  She doesn’t harp trite expressions, but cleverly invents new ways of describing things. All in all, I found her style refreshing.  I don’t know if I would let my (hypothetical) child read it, though. There comes a point when the two main characters openly talk about sleeping together, even though nothing happens.  The ending is also pretty violent.  Still, I thought that, overall, it was a well-written and very enjoyable book. Looking forward to the movie!

This past weekend, my college had a campus-wide flag football tournament. I’m not that fantastic at football, but I played, and my dorm’s team won the championship, which was really cool.

Mystery, my eighth cat, is still hanging around, but he is having trouble adjusting to having so many other cats in such close proximity.

Aside from that, I’ve been exploring LA with friends, going on late night runs for burgers and frozen yogurt, and playing midnight games of football on the beach–a last grand hurrah before the scholarly chaos begins again.

As for my book, people have been asking how it is doing.  I asked my publisher about it, and they told me “Well.”  How well? Well, I really have no idea.  Amazon only reports sales every so often, so I’m not sure my publisher knows exactly how well either. But, apparently, it is doing “well.”

Also, I’ve been getting asked pretty frequently when it’s coming out in paperback.  The answer: I don’t really know. Only my publisher knows that right now, but I’m hoping it will be soon.  I promise I’ll post something as soon as I know!!

School tomorrow. Bring it on.

<3 Hannah


Finally Free!! (for now, at least)


I never thought I’d say it, but the storm we know as “Finals” has passed at last!  I could not be more relieved. And the shocker of all shockers: I pulled an A in physics.  (!!!!!!!!!!!)

Time to burn my study guides….


This said, I have spent the last couple days catching up on some (much needed) sleep and also working on some other pursuits, like getting my Amazon Author’s Central Page, for one.

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This is exciting because it means that I’m officially recognized as an author by Amazon.  There’s even this cool discussion feature on the page.

I also wrote an article on overcoming rejection for Pick The Brain’s Community blog.  It was featured a couple days back.

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Yesterday, I was featured by a lovely lady named Ute on her blog.  Here is the link.


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And guess what?

Tomorrow I’m going to be on a radio show!

It is the 1380 Morning Show.  Odds are, if you live anywhere that’s not the Antelope Valley, you probably won’t be able to hear it.  Still, I’m really excited! I’m a bit nervous too, because I have never been on a radio show before.


In the meantime, I’m working on making the ugliest Christmas sweater I possibly can for a party on Friday (pictures might follow, depending on how bad it really is).  I’m also working on redoing my website, so don’t be too terribly shocked if everything changes suddenly.

And lastly, I really do need more reviews on Amazon. The more reviews I have, the more visibility and credibility my book gets. So to all of you wonderful people who have already bought or read my book, I would greatly–greatly–appreciate it if you could possibly spare a few minutes to head over to Amazon and type up a quick review of my book.  Please don’t give away the ending or any important details–short and simple is perfect!

Thank you all so much!

(I’ll blog again soon, since I have a little more time now.)

<3 Hannah