Penny P. Popkins

No one holds my heart the way this girl does! Maybe it's because she knows my heart so well? Check out Penny P. Popkins!

Pig & Noodle (Coming June 19, 2018)

I finally posted the book trailer for Pig & Noodle! It's been a long time coming and the three of us couldn't be more excited! Check it out!

...and so, we write.

There are times when my hands are restless, itching for excitement. Sometimes, my hands don't feel very much like writing at all, but my heart does. Every once in a while, my head runs wild with impossible thoughts and outrageous "what if's". I may hear someone say something that triggers a thought I had a few days ago (I meant to write it down that day but I forgot). I hear a voice that doesn't belong to me, or a name. A character comes forward and introduces himself. I see a title of a book that, as far as I know, hasn't been written. You know... sometimes, I should be doing something else (like the job I get paid to do every day) but my insides grow uneasy, missing the contact of hand to pen, pen to paper, head to desk (because that is how I write, actually). My day was awful or awesome or boring or exciting, and before it ends I have to leave the day's mark in history (my journal).

I don't always know when I'm going to write, but sometimes I do. I don't always know what I am going to write about, but now and again I do. I don't always know what is compelling me to write at that moment, and other times it's planned.

All I know for certain, is that it calls me. It calls out to the parts of me that it knows I won't ignore.

I have no choice but to answer.

Video: Oh cool, you're a writer? What's that like??

In the words of a wise old mandrill... "It is time."

"If you are fortunate enough to have a dream so alive inside that speaks it to you... listen." - TDC

I know what it's like to have to ignore the call of your passion; I've had to do that for two years now. Sometimes you are blatantly ignoring it, and other times it's not by your own choosing. In my case, it was both of these reasons. It was necessary and I'm better for it, but now it's time to get back to the paper, pens, pencils, keyboards, markers, paints, and the little people that live inside my head. When something calls you, there's only so long you can go without answering; you have to answer (unless it's something terrible like drugs, and in that case, just throw the phone in the river and don't look back).