• Once again, I find myself starting a post with an apology for the delay. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind. At the beginning of the month, I officially packed up everything and moved into my new house in New Hampshire. Since then, I’ve been buried under more than a hundred boxes—mostly filled with books. Last Friday, I finally unpacked the very last one.

    The house still needs a lot of work, and none of the furniture matches, but at last I was able to sit down and start writing again. I’ll share a full update about the move and the house in Wednesday’s post (keeping with the posting schedule I mentioned previously), but for now I wanted to give you a little context—and another apology—before diving into today’s topic.


    Turning to Book Two

    Today marks the first post about my second book. The inspiration for it came in two moments. The first spark hit while I was rereading a childhood book of fables I’d saved to share with my niece. As much as I loved it, the stories felt outdated, and I disliked the modern “updates” that simply swapped a character’s gender without really reimagining the moral.

    The second spark came in 2021 while hiking Arthur’s Seat in Edinburgh. I bought a small notebook on the spot and began scribbling down ideas—short stories and fables for children that either reworked old tales with more meaningful lessons or introduced entirely new ones.


    Rethinking the Ugly Duckling

    One of those ideas was a retelling of The Ugly Duckling. I’ve always felt that its message—about rejection until eventual acceptance—could be reframed in a healthier, more hopeful way. In my version, a ladybug egg finds its way into a green beetle’s nest. Instead of being shunned for being different, the little ladybug is embraced and welcomed as part of the family.

    I’m not ready to share the full story here (I hope one day you’ll be able to read it in published form!), but this retelling is especially close to my heart. Growing up as the only one with brown hair in my family, I often felt different myself. My hope is that this story can carry a gentler, kinder message for children who may feel the same way—reminding them that being different doesn’t mean they don’t belong.


    It may be a simple, updated fable, but I hope it will one day reach someone who needs to hear it—that they are loved, accepted, and not alone.

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  • I know – I’m terrible. I haven’t written on here for weeks. The good news is that I have been writing but writing for my second book and not on here. To try and keep me accountable I’ve decided that I’m going to try and post three times a week. Mondays will be centered around stories I’ve written or ideas for stories I have. Fridays will be updates about my life and my writing. And Wednesdays will be random stuff. Hopefully, setting this goal will keep me accountable as I get used to sharing my life online which is becoming a bigger transition than I thought.  

    Talking about sharing my life online. I have officially set up my first public Instagram account. You can follow it at @plasterandpine. I decided to set up an Instagram that will talk about my writing but also to share moving, setting up and renovating my new house in New Hampshire. I’ve been dreaming of owning a house ever since I used to move my furniture around my bedroom at like eight years old trying to find the best place to put everything and fell in love with making a space homey. I officially get the keys at the end of August and have about ten years of stuff to move and unpack that is currently stored (kindly) in my mother’s basement. While I hope to post on here only about my writing and stories, I hope you will follow along on my Instagram – especially as I currently have zero followers! 

    Finally, this week I’m back in Edinburgh packing up all of my things as I give up my flat here and prepare to move. It’s quite a bittersweet time. While I’m excited to own a home, especially with a garden and lots of places for projects, Edinburgh inspired me to write my second book. Once I truly explored the city in the fall of 2021, the architecture and parks helped me connect to my inner child that’s fascinated with magic and history. I remember hiking up to King Arthur’s Seat when I had to stop and get out this little notebook I had in my pocket to jot down some ideas for the first story of my second book. Even now, I’m writing this post sitting on the monument steps at Carlton Hill with a panoramic view of Edinburgh swed by this beautiful city. I’m constantly having to remind myself that I will find inspiring places and walks in NH – and it will probably be cheaper too as I can’t walk to a cafe or restaurant and will have to write at home! 

    Well I wish whoever is reading this an inspiring and productive weekend. 

    Love,

    Helena

  • For my current book, anything can spark a story. My current (second) book is a collection of short children’s stories based on fables, so I am often inspired by a quote, an animal, or an already established fable. For the story I worked on today, I got inspired years ago when I read “How to Change a Client’s Mind” in 2021. I was on a psychology kick at the time. I found the way he described the three ways of mitigating distance between the zone of acceptance and region of rejection using football fields so vivid and inspiring – I put a dozen asterisks next to the idea. Still, I didn’t know how I wanted to use it until recently.

    The next piece of the puzzle of how I am putting together this story came this weekend when I went to the library and read out some of my ideas to the local librarian who specializes in free-form writing and helped me bounce some ideas off of. Together, we decided who the main characters would be – a wise owl, a grumpy gnome, and a lamenting hedgehog. 

    And then today… I was overstimulated and anxious. It is a long and boring story where I realized I didn’t have my license and I needed it for Friday. It was out of my control as I had to rely on people to send it to me, and the patience to wait until they were able, so I went for a walk around the nearby labyrinth to calm down. The enchanting labyrinth, despite the stifling, uncharacteristic heat and humidity, calmed me down, and before I knew it, I was figuring out the plot points and sequence of events for this story. So, if anyone is reading this, just remember that 1. You don’t have to do it all in one go, and 2. Taking a step away could help you both mentally with both your emotions and your writing. Remind yourself that progress is rarely linear.

    I hope that even though you can’t join me in this peaceful moment, the picture can at least help you visualize it…

  • Let me first admit this is my first time blogging, and I don’t consider myself a writer – wonder why you are still reading this? Anyway, for a few years now, writing has helped me work through my ADHD scattered brain of thoughts into a way to process ideas. Furthermore, reading books to my now six-year-old niece has started to inspire my latest works in the realm of children’s stories. However, this blog will be mostly free-writing, so it might not be exactly coherent or my best work, but it will feel like I’m talking to you and show you my most authentic, scattered-ADHD, dyslexic self. 

    I was recommended to start a WordPress blog by my local librarian. After coming out of a depressive episode and feeling so anxious about what to do with myself that it led me to not being able to leave my bed, I’m finally trying to find myself again. (And a special thank you to meds, therapy, and the ever-present coffee that makes this process easier for me.) I don’t know what this blog will end up being or if anyone will ever read it. Still, I wanted to give you the disclaimers about me upfront —I’m new to blogging and don’t consider myself good enough to be a writer — and hopefully, even writing here will allow me to show up to my regular writing more consistently. We shall see…

    – Helena