Well met, fellow
travelers!
I suppose
introductions are in order. My name is Tracey Dyck, and at the moment, all the
clever ways I planned to succinctly introduce myself have scurried out the back
window and left me with a blank page. So let’s start with the basics, in no
particular order.
I am:
-19 years of age
-Canadian
-a homeschool
graduate
-a writer
-a God-chaser
And now for some
random facts.
I feed on words.
The smell of spring is hope to me. My bookshelves are congested. I have awesome
parents and three awesome younger siblings. I live in the Prairies. I read and
write pretty widely, but fantasy is my homeland. I write because I need to, and
because I hope that someone else needs me to. New notebooks call to me. I take
pictures of shadows. I sketch. I am a slayer of evil dragons and a friend of
good ones. I am an introvert. My space is organized chaos. I love the colors of
the Caribbean, of watermelon, and of new leaves. Please take me to Narnia
because I left my heart there. I love children. Dark chocolate trumps milk or
white. Captain America is, without a doubt, my favorite Marvel superhero. Apparently
my personality type is the same as Batman’s, though I fail to see many
similarities. I laugh easily and cry easily. I am a paradox because a sunny optimist
and a cynic coexist in my brain. I adore humor. I am a girl of strong
convictions. Jesus is the difference in my life; He is my anchor, my shield, my
fortress.
Now, what should
you expect on this blog? Good question. Even I’m not entirely sure. But I think
you’ll find a mix of the big and the small, the important and trivial. A blend
of life and faith and anything story-related. I aim to post about once a week,
but that schedule may change as I settle into it and find out what works.
Life truly is a
grand adventure! I sincerely hope that this place will be a rest stop where you
can brush off the dust of your travels, warm your hands by the fire, and find
stories in the coals. I hope that this is an armory where you can sharpen your
blade, shine your armor, and stock your quiver. Here is where our quests
intersect. Let’s swap tales, remind ourselves of the light, and look for the
story the Author is weaving in each of our lives. To the wanderers, the
wayfarers, the voyagers—I bid you welcome!
