Daily thoughts and writings from the life of Kaleb Nation.
On my way up to the farthest northern state, I got to spend an entire day in Seattle, Washington, which any Twilighter could tell you is within 200 miles of Forks.
read moreAnd thus I affix my signature to the publishing contract. Since my family is back home and couldn’t be there for perhaps one of the biggest moments of my life, I got it all on film.
read moreSo the news is out and it’s my turn to make the announcement I’ve been dreaming of for years. I just got word that my debut novel, BRAN HAMBRIC: THE FARFIELD CURSE, is to be published by Sourcebooks Jabberwocky. That picture is from my journal in 2003, when I was 14: the very night I had the idea that would become this book. I had no clue. It is impossible to explain to someone who doesn’t write books how amazing it feels to receive the…
read moreOn this night exactly 5 years ago, when the date was 3/3/03, at 9:55 PM, I was in bed staring at the ceiling, and suddenly had an idea: a boy and a banker, sitting on a rooftop, waiting for a burglar to come. Click to see a clearer image:
read moreIf you get a tattoo in college, you’re out of the inheritance. A five year old can make a song out of anything (aka: beans and stinky rice! beans and spice! stinky kinky winky dinky you’re weird stinky! ) Don’t take too much colloidal silver. Good pencils are hard to find. Dad can’t give permission for food or computer time. The piano is an instrument of angels and an instrument of torture simultaneously. Same goes for the violin. Winter gardens don’t work. If you want…
read moreAnd thus they drive away and usher in my new life. It all feels quite strange, though the strangest feeling of all is one I did not expect. My mind, for some reason, still thinks that a week from now, they will be coming back to pick me up: but in reality, I could be spending the next few years of my life here. It makes it hard to unpack when your mind tells you it’s a waste of time because you’ll just have to…
read moreTis the end of 2007, a time which brings about so many new things and ends so many old ones. It is the last week of the year, and also my last week of living at home. Friday is move-in date at the new apartment, so everything is to be packed and in the truck Thursday evening. We shall drive for five hours to the destination, unload and look around a bit: and then my family will climb back into the trusty white Suburban and…
read moreThank you all for your wonderful messages on my birthday yesterday. The day went perfectly and my mom’s cheesecake was wonderful. I got calls from my friends and family and my brother Jaden got me a shirt that says ‘Celebrity’ on the front. As usual, my life should follow a pattern, so that since fifteen went very well, and sixteen might have been less-than-desirable, and seventeen went very well, etc, following the pattern 19 should be one of the really good years. Now all I’ve…
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