Today is the one year anniversary of the Black Forest Fire. One year ago today at about one o' clock, we got a call from a cousin who said that there was a big fire near us. There was nothing on the news, so we weren't worried. We got a few things in an overnight bag to go stay at someone's house, just in case, because we didn't want to get evacuated in the middle of the night. Then we started to smell smoke and saw an orange and grey pillar start to block out the sun. Within about a hour, it got bad, with ash falling and smoke so thick, it stung your eyes. Police started driving in and yelling above the huge roaring, through their bullhorns, telling us to get out of there. We managed to save all the dogs and the llamas and goats were unharmed, and the chickens were a pile of burned bones. Poor things. But we live in a beautiful house now, and we're closer to each other. For the full story, you can read the short story, From Ashes to Beauty. Can you save me now?
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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