The Agency Games

The Agency Games – Sign Up!

As you all know I have been working on my book, The Agency Games (working title) for the past several months and I turned it in (all 78,218 words) to the publishing house on May 11th!

Originally, I intended to send it to the Peer Reviewers on May 31st but I exceeded my own expectations and finished early! I also just received news that my rough manuscript is currently in the hands of two peer reviewers! Hopefully this means my book will be published and sold in late 2018 instead of early 2019, but it is too soon to tell. I have to wait a couple of weeks (possibly months) before I hear back from the Peer Reviewers, and I am kind of nervous, but I can’t wait to read their feedback! Hopefully they love it and also have some constructive advice on how to improve it.

As I get closer to publishing The Agency Games, I’m hoping to start a list of people who are interested in my book.

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Please note: putting your name below does not mean that you have to buy anything.

However, if you are interested in:

  • Information about Book Release Party dates and details
  • An online Book Release Party through WordPress
  • Early access to the The Agency Games
  • Discounted Prices or Signed Copies

Then, please leave a comment below!

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Again, if you leave a comment that does not mean that you have to buy the book and I promise not to spam anyone with emails. I am only trying to get a realistic idea of who is currently interested in a scholarly look at the beloved Hunger Games series!

Thank you!

And Happy Writing!

Blogs / Life



I write. I drink tea. And I live my life to the fullest, knowing that my abilities come from God.

My name is Kayla Ann, I’m an author who just recently signed with a publishing house to write a non-fiction, scholarly book on human agency in The Hunger Games series. I have loved to write ever since I was a little girl. I wrote my first story, “Kate the Pirate” when I was in second grade. It was then I decided that I would eventually become a published and established author. However, as any writer may know, this is not as easy as it seems. This wonderful world of writing is also complex and sometimes exhausting. So in this blog I will be offering up Writing Tips and my own experiences in the hope of encouraging other authors to continue on creating wondrous worlds of their own.

Feel free to hit me up in the comments with any questions you might have about writing.



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God & His Church

“All Religions Are (Not) the Same”

Have you ever heard of the Indian Elephant Analogy/Parable? It goes something like this:

An elephant was brought to a town one day filled with people who had never even heard of an elephant. Among the residents was a group of blind men. These blind men inspected the creature via touch.

The first person who touched the trunk said, “It is like a thick snake!”

The second person who touched the ear said, “No, it is like a large fan.”

The third person who clung to its leg said, “Not so, it is more of a tree!”

The fourth person who placed his hands on its side said, “Surely, it is like a wall.”

The fifth person who touched the tail said, “It is like a rope.”

The sixth and last person who rubbed its tusks said, “It is hard and smooth like a spear.”

This story was originally used to teach perspective but later it became known for explaining away various religions. Many people use this analogy to show that every different religion is like a different blind person. They only have a part of the story that is informed by their biases and they are all correct and incorrect to some degree.

However, this interpretation ignores the presence of the narrator who knows without a doubt that the creature is not a snake, or a fan, or a tree, or a wall, or a rope, or a spear. The narrator sees the entire picture and knows an elephant when he sees one.

All Religions Are The Same

The above phrase was intended to show tolerance to all religions. After all, we currently live in a world where everyone is right all of the time. We do not want to offend or hurt anyone’s feelings. However, this phrase “All religions are the same” is actually extremely offensive. In stating that all religions are the same, you take away the complexity, the authenticity, and the detailed nature of each religion and you offend those who practice it. Buddhism is not Hinduism, Hinduism is not Islam, Islam is not Christianity.

Every Religion Has a Different View of God & a Different View of Salvation.

I believe that there is in elephant in the room and that elephant is religion. All of the religions of the world attempt to understand that elephant. However, I stand by the idea that we have a narrator who depicts what true faith is and that narrator is Jesus.

John 14:6, “Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”

One of the major differences between Christianity and every other religion is that in other religion’s man is the hero. In Christianity, man is weak and God is the hero. Perhaps we do not like admitting our own weaknesses, but I can admit to mine.

It’s a large concept to grasp, I know. If you are interested in hearing a more in-depth discussion of this concept, I really encourage you to watch the video by Claude Hickman. He has traveled all over the world and studied all different kinds of religions:

I do believe that faith in Jesus is the only road to salvation.

However, please know that this does not mean that I do not love or respect others any less due to their religious beliefs. I share my faith because I believe that it brings about salvation and because I want everyone to have the opportunity to hear or read about the love of God at least once in their lives.

I am more than open to discussing my faith or your questions in the comments, but please remember I will never approve any hateful or derogatory comments.


My Writings

On the Godless Sea

I watched as they discovered you, the stowaway below decks. You were a young woman with brown hair tied back in a braid, possibly only eighteen years old; only a few years younger than myself.

I watched as their old superstitions overwhelmed their logic and senses.

I watched as they questioned your actions and your motives, although they never stopped accusing you long enough to listen to any answers.

I watched as their anger grew, as the Captain caved into his men’s fear. He knew as well as I that you posed no danger. The sea would not rage against us simply because you were on board, but the others could not be convinced.

When they tied the cannon balls to your ankles, I could no longer watch. I pushed myself off of the mast, clutching the small leather-bound book in my hand for strength. “This is madness!”

“Stay back, Bible-thumper, or you can join her,” the first mate snarled in my direction. He had objected to my presence here as well at first, but I had paid well for my passage across the sea to the foreign lands without God or hope. I had not realized that God was so very absent on their very vessel as well.

I tried again, “This is not right, please, I will take responsibility for the girl.”

“Like Hell, you will,” another sailor muttered.

When I moved to step toward you, two men grabbed my arms. “You don’t understand. We’re saving your stupid, yellow-hide.”

Then, you looked at me. And your green eyes, that matched the turbulent waves behind you, pierced into my soul. Your eyes dared me to show you pity, you would not have it. You would be strong, even until the end. You knew the risks when you boarded this ship, did you not?

Then, I watched as they threw your body into the godless sea.


Hey Guys, I hope you enjoyed today’s flash fiction! In case you are wondering, yes this is tied in with my former piece titled “In the Depths.”

This piece called “On the Godless Sea” is a prequel of sorts to the first short story. I believe I will be working on an additional story connected to these characters . . .

What did you think?

Be sure to leave a comment below!


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Short Stories

The Boy with the Bread – A Fan Fiction

***DISCLAIMER: Please note that this is a FAN FICTION. Suzanne Collins and her associates own everything concerning The Hunger Games franchise. This fan fiction does not claim to be original in characters, plot, or setting. This fan fiction is not for profit. This fan fiction is simply for entertainment purposes. KaylaAnn Author does not claim ownership over these characters or ideas. This is a piece of fan fiction that is not a part of the authentic series. I am grateful to Suzanne Collins for creating a wonderful narrative that compels her readers to examine the darkness within the world and themselves and how to combat it. If you love this fanfiction at all, it is because of the world that Collins created and I encourage you to go and read or reread The Hunger Games trilogy.*** 


The warmth from the oven seeps out onto my hands and face. I hear the slight crackle of the flames, the only sound in a silent town. The rest of District 12 sleeps in. The reason? Reaping Day.

Mother woke us as usual before dawn, my brothers and I quickly followed suit. If we attempted to sleep in, even on Reaping Day, she’d grab the broom or worse. My brothers work up front or out back as usual while I retrieve the freshly baked bread from the stone oven. The warm, spiced scent of pecans and raisins fills my nostrils. Just thinking about the stale bread we will eat for breakfast causes me to wince in discomfort, but then I remember that there are some people worse off than us. Inadvertently, my mind thinks of her and that day in the rain. Yes, there are some people worse off.

“Is that bread done yet?” Father walks in from one of the back rooms, his voice gentle and low.

I can tell by his demeanor that he does not want mother hearing him. No doubt, he is making a trade that mother would not approve of. Before I can help it, I find myself leaning around the door to see who is at the back.

It’s not her. It’s her friend, the other boy from the Seam who hunts with her from time to time. I hand off the bread to my father who makes the trade for the squirrel.

No doubt, that bread is off to her. The thought of it makes me smile.

Before long, mother is back and my brothers and I pick up the pace. Reaping Day or not, there are chores to be done, dough to kneed, and bread to sale. It is only after the floors are swept down once again, that father steps in.

“They need to go get ready for the reaping,” he says.

He means myself and one of my older brothers. The other is nineteen; he no longer has to attend the Reapings, but he will still be there, standing in the crowd with out parents. Watching and waiting, just like everyone else in District 12. You see, in the country of Panem, there are twelve districts and one Capitol. Every year, the Capitol holds the annual Hunger Games and every year, each district must present one male and one female between the ages of eleven and eighteen to participate in the Games. Twenty-four tributes arrive at the Games, but only one makes it out.

“Peeta, hurry up and go change,” my father says.

I nod, struggling to swallow the lump in my throat. This is my sixth year in the Reaping. Since we are luckier than most, I have only had my name placed in six times, my older brother has had his name in eight times. This is his last year and then he will no longer have to worry. Even knowing that the odds are in my favor, I cannot help ease the knot in my stomach.

I change into my best clothes which just means that the pants have no holes or patches and that the shirt is white and clean. Using some water, I brush back my hair and hope that it stays.

“Time to go,” Mother says, her voice more gentle than usual.

I guess the Reaping Day really does effect everyone.

They direct us to the Justice Building that stands at the far end of the square. Since we live in town, it does not take us long to find the check-in area. This is where the Capitol splits family members. Parents cannot go any further with the children and even siblings must stand apart, ranked by age. Every child must go into the Reaping alone.

More children and parents arrive, splitting off into their assigned areas. The boy next to me is in several of my classes. He smells slightly of shoe polish even though his wet hair shows that he recently bathed. He spares me a single glance before staring back down at his feet.

None of us are very talkative.

My eyes gaze over the crowd, more for something to do than anything else. I notice that the boy from this morning, her hunting partner, stands only a few feet behind me. I’m pretty sure that I’ve heard her call him Gale. Following Gale’s gaze, I find her.

My breath catches in my throat.

She is beautiful. Unlike her traditional braid down her back, her hair has been done up in layers of braids and she wears a soft blue dress. She’s worried. I can see it in her eyes. She’s looking at Gale, but her mind is elsewhere. Is she worried about Prim?

It’s Prim first year, I want to comfort her. There’s no way that they’ll choose her.

Effie Trinket, the Capitol attendant dressed like a violet bird, arrives and warbles on about what an honor it is, but that’s before Haymitch makes his way across the stage, drunk and belligerent as always. Soon, too soon, Effie’s hand is dipping into the giant glass bowl that contains hundreds of names. I hold my breath, thinking, not her, not her.

And it’s not her.

“Primrose Everdeen.” Effie Trinket calls out.

Even a few feet behind me, I can hear Gale’s sharp intake a breath. My eyes scan the crowd and find Prim. It’s hard to see her because she is so much shorter than everyone else. Although her face is pale, her blue eyes are steady. Slowly she makes her way forward, tucking in the back tail of her shirt.

“Prim!” Shouts a strangled cry.

She runs through the crowd that easily parts for her. Shoving Prim behind her back, she calls out, “I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!”

There is stunned silence and then mass confusion as everyone turns to one another and whispers. We’ve never had a volunteer. Over the crowd, I cannot make out what she is saying to Prim, but Prim is shaking her head and crying. Then Gale is there, lifting Prim into his arms.

I realize that I’m shaking, from fear or from anger. She is on stage and Effie Trinket asks her name.

“Katniss Everdeen,” she says.

Effie Trinket calls for applause but there is only silence. We know that the odds are against her. With one hand, I raise three fingers in a salute of respect. All around me, others do the same. It is an old sign that is usually reserved for funerals and I can see that Katniss is struggling not to cry.

At that moment, Haymitch staggers across the stage, shouting something at the cameras. When everyone turns to look at him, I stare at Katniss. She seems to let out a silent sob and then pushes back her shoulders looking out over the crowd, over the market place. Is she looking at the mountains? Is she wishing she were there? I can still hear Prim softly sobbing in her mother’s arms somewhere in the crowds.

“Now for the boys!”

Effie strides over to the other bowl and before I can even consider my own safety, I hear her say, “Peeta Mellark!”


Book Reviews, Reviews

Book of the Month – “Poems and Haikus”

Every month, I will do my best to read and review one book (non-fiction, fiction, poetry, etc.) from an up-and-coming author. These authors are often times my friends and fellow bloggers. If you would like for me to feature your book, please see my original post on the matter here: Now Offering: Book Reviews.

Book of July: Poems and Haikus

Author: BGC


Brief Summary

In the Author’s Note, BGC introduces her work as “personal thoughts, experiences or proses . . . [works that] reflect the human emotions by transforming words into feelings.” Following this train of thought, it is no surprise that BGC’s first poem is titled “A child’s life.” However, do not let the flower imagery at the beginning fool you. This first poem is filled with darkness, despair, and a desperate sense of wonder.

This book contains over 75 poems which topics range from: childhood memories, whimsical fiction, melancholy scenery, evolution, God,  language, Christmas and more. The length of each poem differs from one another, while some are three lines and others are the length of an entire page. BGC also ranges from using free verse or rhymed stanzas.

Review & Star Rating


I would give this book of poetry two stars. Overall, it is a compilation of poems that do not necessarily work well together. Often times, my favorites poetry books are those that have a theme. While the poems should be different, a successful poetry book, in my opinion, should circle around a theme or idea. The separate pieces should form a whole. Additionally, there were multiple grammar and formatting issues that proved distracting from the poems.

Regardless of my above issues, BGC does have some good poems woven throughout the book. In particular, I enjoyed “Thoughts” and “United.” In the poem “Thoughts,” BGC illuminates the process through which thoughts transform into works of literature. “White sheets of paper / Filled with ink / Staining the journal / drop after drop.” Now, those are some great lines! I loved the imagery!

Other poems such as “A rat & a cat” and “A fur” were whimsical to the extreme and stuck out apart from the rest of the book in an odd way. All in all, my greatest wish is that the author had separated these many poems into certain themes or even sections within one book so as to highlight the unity of a singular idea.



For anyone who loves poetry, leaning more toward free-verse and train-of-thought, I am sure you could find enjoyment in various of BGC’s poems although you may have to sort through the different themes.

Support an Author


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Blogs / Life, Writing Tips

Crash Course in Blogging 101

To any First Time Bloggers (or any bloggers looking for help on their site or gaining new followers),

When trying to set up your blog and gain followers, do you ever feel like this?

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Creating a new website can be frustrating as you navigate themes and customization options, but it does not have to be.

Finding blogs worth following and gaining followers in return can sometimes feel like the eternal mystery, but it does not have to be.

In my 5-day course, you and I will work together to tackle these enigmas and make your blog something special! In six months, I reached 1,000 followers and let me support that statement with this, “It was not easy and it was a LOT of hard work!”

If you’re willing to work for it, then you’ve come to the right place!

In this 5-day course, we will address blogging issues such as: site identity, the physicality of your blog, blogging schedules, content, how to follow and be followed, and how to thrive in the blogging world. Additionally, I’ll still be around after this course to answer questions that may come your way not only as your Blogging Mentor but as a Blogging Friend.

For my services, I require a one time payment of $40 (approximately $8 a day, which means I’m offering my services for under minimum wage).

Tiffany from BeUTifLee gives the course 5 stars!

I enjoyed the course, learning more than when I started the blog. Kayla Ann is full of knowledge, don’t hesitate to ask any question, big or small. The course is fun, inviting, and creative. It all depends on your motivation and determination. As I always say, Creativity takes courage.


If you are interested in this 5-day Crash Course in Blogging 101 with me, your go-to Blogging Mentor, head over to my home page. On my menu, you will see a tab that says “HOME.” Click that and in the drop-down menu, click “CONTACT.” Fill out that form to contact me about wanting to participate in this enlightening course.

Due to my schedule, I can only take on one client per week so keep that in mind! I only have a few openings left for this summer so don’t wait! I will get back to you within a few days at the latest with my next availability and further instructions.

I look forward to meeting and assisting new bloggers!

Disclaimer: This 5-day course is really designed for beginning bloggers (although veteran bloggers are welcome to apply for the course as well, though these will be more reminders than new insights).

My Writings, Short Stories

In the Depths

My body hits the choppy waves with a large splash.

Right before I submerge entirely, I hear whooping and hollering from the deck above.  How those savages cheer on my death, wrapped up in their own ignorance and fear.

Then the noise is gone, as is the light.

These canon balls chained to my ankles care even less than the men upon that ship that I cannot breathe. I struggle, even knowing how useless it is, but I cannot help it. I do not want to die. I pull through the water with my arms, my arms that they cruelly left untied as if to mock my efforts. I am not strong enough to pull against these weights, I continue to sink.

The water gets darker, but still I sink through the depths. No longer do I only feel the pressure from within my lungs, but the water that surrounds me is also pressing in. It slams against my head, squeezing against me like a vice. Still, I continue to sink. Unable to stop myself, I try to gulp in air but only swallow water. The salt burns as it snakes down my throat. I start to choke and black spots speckle the dark water that surrounds me.

I never thought this was how I would die.

Out of the depths, I hear a sound, the sound that truly signals my demise. I hear the singing of angels and demons mixed together. Their voices are heavenly, but their tune is dark and full of rage. At first, I am afraid, but then as the voices cascade over me, I no longer fear death and willing allow my heavy eyes to close.

There is pressure on my lips and suddenly, my lungs expand with air. The weight from my ankles is released.

There is pain in my legs, the pain of slashing and tearing and burning. Once I was cold, but now I am hot as the heat radiates up my skin, crawling up my thighs, racing between my ribs, tearing into my mind.

The voices continue their song, it grows louder and beneath it, there is a hum that speaks a warning.

I can breathe, but the pain, make the pain stop . . .


The pain is gone. I open my eyes, shocked by many things. The first is how clear my vision has become. The second is how clearly I can see the creatures that surround me. Hundreds of women, with pale skin and iridescent tails float in the space around me. Their hair, dark and light, swirls around them and reveals bright golden eyes. When they smile, their teeth are sharp, but their eyes are kind.

When I look down, I am not surprised to find that my legs are gone, replaced by a scaled tail that swishes beneath me. My sharp teeth grind against each other in my mouth as I continue to breathe easy within the depths.

“You are one of us,” she says, her husky voice coated by salt.

Far above us, we see the shadow of a ship sailing away, carrying my would-be-murderers. The woman in front of me flicks her eyes toward the bow of the boat, and raises an eyebrow. I understand.

This is my initiation.

Without a second thought, I turn tail and glide through the water toward the ship with my new family at my side.

We are coming.

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***This short story was written in response to a prompt that I found on Pinterest.***

SOMEONE WRITE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<<Okay, Im writing it now


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525,600 Minutes

There are 525,600 minutes

In a single year

But we have been waiting

Much longer, my dear


There are 8,760 hours

Before our new life starts

Before the two of us transform

Into one single heart


There are 365 days

Between now and then

We hope, plan, and we pray

Over and over again


There are 12 months

Before dreams become reality

We are nearly there

We were always meant to be


There is one year

One year before I marry you

Just one year

Before our dreams become true


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Writing Tips

Author Tip 101: Never Stop

So, they tell me you want to be an author . . .

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That means you should be doing 1 of 5 things: brainstorming a new story, writing/drafting, editing, researching publishing houses (or self-publishing methods), sending our query letters or submissions.

One of my favorite creative writers, Derek Updegraff once said:

Keep writing. You are a writer, not a submitter. Once you’ve written pieces and submitted them for publication, forget about them and start writing something new. You haven’t produced your best work yet. When you finish a new piece of writing, admire it, take joy in it, and then submit it and move on and write something better.

Being an author does not mean being famous or going to book signings every other week (although that could be super fun). Being an author means never giving up and never stopping.

In my own experience, I have discovered that writing is a cycle. While I am waiting to hear back on The Agency Games, I have re-worked, edited and submitted a children’s series to various publishing houses. I probably won’t hear back for six months but that is kind of the point of submitting this early. That way, when I finish working on The Agency Games, I can hopefully jump straight into my next project!


  • Have you brainstormed that new story idea? Great! Start writing!
  • Have you finished drafting that story idea? Fantastic! Start editing!
  • Are you working on editing your story? Good, start look around online for where you might want to submit it.
  • Have you found a publishing house that you want to send your work to? (PAUSE! Make sure to read all of their fine print and rules) Great! Now, send out your work.

Have you sent out your work? Yes? Then why are you just sitting there? Start working on your next story!

Happy Writing Everyone!



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Blogs / Life, Poetry


Cameras flash

As crowds jostle about us

Sweaty bodies irritated

As they pass us by

My hand in yours

Your eyes staring into mine

Surrounded by the moving mass

I feel only your embrace

He stares through a lens


A foot to the left

A hand up an inch

Tilt the head back

And smile

While my muscles strain

And my back bends

The leg shakes

As I hold the pose

But my smile never falters

My smile never wavers

My eyes join the grin

That does not need a coach

I could drown in your blue eyes

Lost in the quirkiness of your smile

You gaze down at me,

The tie constricting your throat

Feet bleeding from new boots

But your smile, like mine,

Remains unaffected by the little things.

Surrounded by a mass of moving bodies

We are lost in our embrace.

On June 6th, my fiance and I were lucky enough to have our engagement session captured in photography at Disneyland. It was an experience that I will never forget. This poem (and possibly more to follow) were inspired by this wonderful day!


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Writing Tips

Writing Tip: Know Your Source Material

While this tip is mainly for non-fiction writers, it is applicable for you fiction writers too!

For scholarly, nonfiction writers it is so important to know your chosen text better than the back of your hand. Insights and epiphanies come on the 10th or 20th time when re-reading a series not the 2nd or 3rd. This is because every time you read, you gain a new insight, and then the next time you read the same story your view will change and you will read the same events in different light. So keep on reading again and again.


While some people prefer to make handwritten notes in the margins, I use color-coded post-it-notes. I do this for several reasons. 1. I can assign different colors to different ideas. For example in the picture below yellow post-it-notes mark something to do with the physical body, pink marks morality and blue marks trauma. These are the three topics through which I am analyzing Katniss’s agency. No doubt when I get into additional characters I will have to add more colors. 2. The post-it-notes give me more room to write out my thoughts than the margins do. 3. If I see a large grouping of post-it-notes in one section I know to more carefully re-read those portions. Of course everyone’s strategies might be different but this is mine.

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Also, while your source material should be your PRIMARY focus, you should always be reading other books, articles, blogs, etc on the same topic. Why? It’s smart to read what other people are saying and noticing. Sometimes you might agree and realize that there is nothing left to say on a particular subject. However, other times you may find something that you disagree with completely or something that was mentioned but never fully answered. In your own writings you can address such arguments and give more insight to previously ignored ideas. Also, if you realize that what you are writing has already been done, you can save yourself some time and effort by finding a new subject.

FICTION readers and writers: the same goes for you! Read what is out there, specifically books in your preferred genre. What are they doing that is working? What are they doing that isn’t working? Read like your life depends on it, because really, your career does.

Before writing comes reading.
My advice: read, read, read, read, read!

Happy Writing Everyone!

***If you liked today’s tip be sure to visit “Writing Tips” on my main menu for more tips and tricks! Have any questions about writing? Leave them in the comments!


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