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Katlyn’s Awkward Guest Blog Post

Katlyn Rose Webb

It is a great pleasure to host my friend and editor, Katlyn Rose Webb today. I met this wonderful lady when I started writing a few years ago, and she was one of the first people to Beta read CALL OF THE BLUE JAY, the first of my epic fantasy series being released in 2020. She loved it it so much that she wanted me to get it out immediately.

Since those early days she has become my editor as well as a trusted friend on whose shoulder I can cry. At times she kicks my butt, and other times she pats me on the head like a proud mother does to a wayward child.

Welcome to my blog, Katlyn, and thank you for all you have done.

Katlyn’s Awkward Guest Blog Post

Ok Katlyn, you can do this: Guest blog post… Start… Now! Ah, but I’m scared! I critique other’s works for a living; I never write my own! But this should be easier, right? Nonfiction? Or is the opposite true?! Ah, I don’t know! Ok then, write what you do know: outlines and lists! 

  • Topic: What reading means to me

  • Introduction: Hi everyone! My name is Katlyn Webb, nice to make your acquaintance! I am the owner and editor of Ambition Editing LLC. Please excuse my nervous self-talk up there; I am more comfortable and skilled at reading than writing, but here it goes:

  • Body: For me reading is not just a hobby, it is my passion that I have turned into my career. I was never much one for TV, movie, or video games; instead, I could always be found sitting for hours with my nose in a book. That is even true until this day, all day, every day. When I am not reading for work, I am reading for pleasure.

 I owe my love for reading to many people: My third-grade teacher for making Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone required reading, every author ever for being brave enough to put their work out there for the enjoyment of others, and most importantly, my parents for introducing me to reading at a very early age and continuing to nurture my budding interest until my eventual growth into my dream career. How did they do this, you ask? I will tell you:

They began by reading to me constantly. In fact, I still have those same books they read to me as a child today on my bookshelf next to my bed! They also had the philosophy: You can never spoil a kid with books. 

  • Conclusion: I would not be where I am, or the person I am, without books and my love for reading. I cannot recommend it more if I tried! What? You say you don’t like reading? I don’t believe you! I have the answer to that problem: You just haven’t found the right genre! There is something for everyone!

  • Conclusion part II: I want to especially end by thanking Rita for the honor of being a guest on your blog! It is a wonderful opportunity and, although a little anxiety producing, it was quite fun! I enjoy working with you so much! You are not only one of my favorite/best people to work with, you are also a very dear friend and I love you!

  • Where to find me: 

    • Check out my website ambitioneditingllc.com

    • Like Ambition Editing LLC of Facebook

    • Get to know me more @ambitioneditingllc on Instagram

    • Check out my boards on pinterest.com/ambitioneditingllc

    • For crazy randomness, check out the blog I co-write with another author friend of mine on our website creativecaffeinatedfurrbabymoms.blogspot.com

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Places for the soul

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I think I was about twelve years old when I read about the concept that we have places that feed our souls, and places that drain us. At first I brushed it off as bollocks. To me, at that age, feeding the soul had little benefit.

 

But then I grew up. And as life’s pressure brought me to my knees, I returned to the idea again. It took me a while to figure out what I needed to push my reset button.

 

One of my friends gets rejuvenated by people. At the end of a grueling week she dresses up in her gear and look for a party. And when she drags her body back home (usually in the early morning hours) it is with a joyful heart and a relieved mind.

 

My husband’s place is the sea. It calls to him, and he longs to go there as often as he can. Long walks on the beach. Swimming in the waves. Floating down the lagoon. All of that restores his energy and reset his mind.

 

But for me, it is forests.

 

Let me walk in the shade of the giants. I want to touch the bark, crush leaves beneath me feet, smell the wood. I want to sit down with my back to the trunk of the biggest tree I can find, and look up to find the little splashes of sunlight high above me.

 

I long to hear the birds sing, the soft scurrying of little things who life there. But most of all, when I close my eyes, I long to hear the trees talk in groans and whispers.

 

But the best is to lay down on my back, looking up into the sky, and see the trees dance in the wind. They swerve and sway like Fred Astaire and Rita Hayworth. Their dancing are so fierce that you can feel it beneath your body, all the way into their roots.

 

My heart longs for the forest.

My writing spaces

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My Office

My office is also our spare bedroom, which means that when we have guests, I have to find another place to write.

Some might be thinking that it makes no sense to write when you have guests.

But I do.

I write every day.

Some days are more prolific than others. Those are glorious. Some days I can only write a few words.

But every day I write. And if my office is hi-jacked, I work in the dining room.

 

 

 

My dining room

I get up at four every morning to put words to paper. Even when I only got to bed very late. There are plenty of mornings that I feel like turning around and going back to bed. But I don’t. I get up and write.

Or in the evening, when everyone else is in bed.

There are times when I get stuck. And then I go to a place of peace. A place where worlds life and breathe and inspire.

 

 

 

My local library

No matter where I am, or what is happening around me, I make time to write.

Because I want to be a professional writer. I want to publish books. Books with stories.

 

And stories are my life. They are the reason for my living.