Alecia Writes

Wannabe of many endeavours. Writer. Shutterbug. Book Eater.

Mountain Goats and Ants

First Inhale
“You make me laugh.” I said to the man, across from me. I imagined the tile floor to where he was sitting to be stinging with cold, and old crumbs.

“Indeed.” He responded. Keeping his head down, creating a perception of a younger man with a slighter frame hiding from his father, then an adult with a crooked smile and a crooked spine. “It’s all relative anyways.” He added, legs crossed and hands folded.  


“Yes.” He said, circling an infinity sign amongst the crumbs with his index finger. “This is the way that I was taught, and this is the way that I will teach. So, it’s all relative, if I make you laugh – or if I make you shout.”

Second Inhale

I hesitated. Remembering that this was the last conversation I had with him, and this was the last time I could ever draw breath. I only had one but a messily chance of conversation with Enlightenment, although some of us preferred to call him enticement when we are alone, being a whole other identification. “Do I make you laugh?” I decided to finally ask, waiting for a dramatic reply.

He then opened and closed his mouth as if he was confirming his ability to do so. “You make me cry.” He finally said. “Your hopefulness is amusingly tearful and depressing.”    

Third Inhale

I looked down to him, as I stayed standing. Squinting as if it would benefit my ability to find the right words, but I just ended up noticing all the paint splashes on my overalls – and sneakers that were doodled on with permanent markers around the edges. With laces that were frayed and knotted, a tool for everyone trying to learn how to tie runners. But any amount of squinting would not help me determine what to say next. Enlightenment just kept his head down, and I just kept dramatically sighing. He wasn’t budging, and I was starting to second guess my ability to persuade my inclusion in Enlightenments future teaching projects. He is a stubborn thing, much like myself – but I believe that I am more open to new actions – but maybe that just a creativity trait.

I can admire Enlightenment, he’s everywhere and talks to everyone. Yet, never seems to change. But perhaps that is the reason he has been around so long, he knows how to create preciseness and simplification through mundane processes. And I, like to twirl it all around and see what happens. Even add a bit of glitter to it, if I can.  

Fourth Inhale

“Are you afraid that you will be forgotten, Creativity?” He asked in the same motion as he stood up. Towering over the closest mountain tops that were dotted with mountain goats and ants.

His arms stretched from his knees to the sun – making it hesitate as he tapped it lightly with his hand – momentarily casting a shadow over the plain.

“Even if that was the case, Enlightenment. I might be afraid; however, I can help you. Think about it…” I said, stopping before the pitch of my voice resembled my distress. “…we could have creating be so much more. Faster even, or enjoy it more at the very least. We could have it become self-aware and less of a duty.”

“That is not a necessity attribute to this, the system in place doesn’t require it here.”

The system, I smirked. Feeling that sentence slip around my mind. The system, that I am a part of – but has no place for me. Or invisible friends, or blanket forts housed by the back of couches and underneath kitchen tables. The very system that both I and Enlightenment can be a part of, due to our similarities but only one be accepted through lessons. No more lava that covered the floor, or spoonsful of peas turned into tiny airplanes. I am no longer required.

Fifth Inhale

And I could feel my lungs ache and grow stringy, my nose pointed at the sky as I tried to hold my last breath in.

I only got a few.

That is all the system would give me. A few measly breaths to find out that the sun doesn’t always glow from the corner of the page, but indeed sometimes rest in the middle of the picture, and I wasn’t the only one that both liked to draw ants and mountain goats side by side – or maybe I was because this plain is starting to resemble a lot more like my heaven.


I could now feel my stomach expand, trying to fill the space with anything it could. It pushed out with my eyes tearing, and I let out a slight whimper as that is all that I could manage.

I was out of time. I was now breathless. Listening to Enlightenments scratchy tone as he said,

“Farewell Creativity, you will be forgotten here. In this place, with these minds. But you’ll always have their dreams.” As he bent back down into a sitting position. Wrapping his limbs around himself, the entire land shaped to his body. 

And he made me laugh. 

My First Monster

It used to bring me to tears. Tears that would saturate my urge to propel myself into a new reality. Every year, I’d go through the same emotions with every word spoken. School had always resembled the monster under my bed. Its mouth full of wild teeth that dripped with high expectations, and never surrendered. It had stretched out hands, that I greeted with feverish hours of practice and plausible deniability.

 It even attended my instructor meetings, and family game nights every Thursday evening – my monster and I. We went everywhere together. It never stayed underneath my bed. Its feet constructed only out of backwards letters and miss pronounced words. His tail leaving an imprint in the earth behind him.

In school my fingers would spend hours tracing out textured letters of the alphabet. Reciting phrases for my speech therapist of seven years. Earning small tokens of congratulations. Eventually we evolved – as did the students who told us we were mindless. And the teachers who commented that I would do better, if I tried harder and spoke up more. 

So we stopped. I stopped. Four hours a day, three speech secessions a week weren’t enough. Our words were always jumbled and our vowels always came out weak. R’s were W’s and that was that. Somehow along the way my perspective of education changed. The monster grew hungry.

It was then when I was led to homeschooling, where I learned how to find my own answers. My relationship with school has always been one of trial. Yet, the monster under my bed did go back to resembling a monster, and not my identity. I’m not exactly sure what happened to it. One can only assume that it starved to death next to the dust bunnies that neighboured its home.

So I kept going – and now I’m here. Ready to learn.



Coffee time 

The grumbly man walked up and down the aisles. Abruptly stopping and sneering at passerbys.

 Making sure everyone saw him trudging along. His long fingers wrapped around a cup. Displaying a past of failed exam papers and a piano that never got played. 

Meet Me in Paris by Juliette Sobanet

Ali100: Book reviews in 100 words or less.

‘Meet Me in Paris,’ by Juliette Sobanet was a pleasure to read. I felt honoured as a reader. I find it hard to review memoirs because it is someones life but Juliette’s writing is gutsy, strong and honest. And the story. Her story, was genuine and heartfelt.

I would recommend this book to you if:

  • You enjoy reading romance novels, and love stories
  • You’re in a transitional part of life with your relationships
  • You want to read a memoir thats ‘soul’ is in Paris

To find out more about this book click here!

The Three Sisters Bar and Hotel by Katherine Govier 

Ali100: Book reviews in 100 words or less.

The Three Sisters Bar and Hotel,’ by Katherine Govier is a great book! I experienced all of the emotions you must.  It is both unique with its own personality and in tone. Katherine Govier’s writing is descriptive and a pleasure to read. You could undoubtedly detect the amount of effort and passion that went into the creation of this novel.

I would recommend this book to you if:

  • You’re interested reading a book which takes place in Canada 
  • You love novels that are set in the past
  • You want to read a good book! 

To find out more, click here!

Lifeboat Clique by Kathy Parks – A ‘Floating Review’

Ali100: Book reviews in 100 words or less.

‘Lifeboat Clique,’ by Kathy Parks was a dramatic, witty and entertaining novel! The protagonist of this story narrated her debacle with candid explanations of her inner thoughts, and her current circumstances. As the reader, I began ‘floating’ along with them. The writing was clever and humorous. Which was lively and straightforward.

I would recommend this book to you if:

  • You enjoy YA titles which are not fantasy based
  • You want to read something captivating enough, it is effortless to read.
  • You like sassy protagonists

To find out more about this book click here!

This book review is going to be ‘Frank.’

Ali100: Book reviews in 100 words or less.

‘Be Frank With Me,’ by Julia Claiborne Johnson was a fantastic read! Not only after reading this novel, I felt like the author couldn’t have chosen a more fitting title. The curious descriptors the author chose, enlisted a sense of sentiment to the characters behaviours and actions.  I found myself fighting off time to read more! Each character had charm, notability and eccentricity. Especially, Frank.

 I would recommend this book to you if:

  • You’re light to avid reader
  • You want to read something new and engaging
  • You are looking for a great gift, or your next book club title

To find out more about this book click here!

My name is Alecia.

Hello! My name is Alecia and I am reintroducing myself, and my blog. So firstly, sending you a warm hello ‘from the other side.’ (I know…that joke is waaaayyy past its reference guideline but is and will always remain a great timeless hit. Who makes those guidelines anyways?) A grand hello coming your way! 

 I am back. Like J.K. Rowling wrote from the voice of Bellatrix in Harry Potter, ‘The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch!’ Not that I am comparing myself to the Dark Lord… 

Here is a link to this blogs first post ever (throw back to 2013):

A link to when I set my manuscript on fire:

And lastly, a link to my twitter:

That’s about it. 

Thank you for reading! 

Alecia Writes

PS- if you happen to come across any grammar/spelling errors/coffee stains, please let me know and I will make sure to send your invisible shiny gratitude human points your way! (Really though, it’s much appreciated.) 

Uh Oh

I think I’m funny. Like an awkward funny. It sort of like pug humour. You know the dog breed? I think they are hilarious, adorably so. I even dedicated a blog post to my main man, Louie. I think we’ve spent so much time together, sometimes our personality traits get swapped. I love going for long drives, runs and eating everything I’m not supposed to. He loves watching netflix, having pamper days and eating everything he’s not supposed to. Remember Freaky Friday? (the movie released in 2003)  Uh Oh. – Alecia

p.s you can now find me on instagram! (aleciawrites)

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