Never a
blank page.
A page to color, and a page that already gives you somewhere to start. Journals for the things that are hard to say out loud, and fantasy for the nights you'd rather be somewhere else.
A page to color, and a page that already gives you somewhere to start. Journals for the things that are hard to say out loud, and fantasy for the nights you'd rather be somewhere else.
Thirty feelings, one per spread. A full-page scene to color on the left. A page to say what actually happened on the right. It never hands her a blank page — which is where most journals die.
Every page shows the reason for the feeling, not a cartoon face labelled "angry". Detailed enough to be worth half an hour and a decent set of pencils.
Then three questions she can actually answer — "Who deserved it, and who actually got it?" — and a body check, so she can name where it landed before she has words for it.
Furious, left out and numb are in here. So are proud, brave, loved, and just fine, actually. It isn't a mood tracker and it isn't a record of bad weeks.
Most people buying this are a mother, an aunt, a teacher or a counsellor, and every one of them is asking the same question. Here's the straight answer.
Forty enchanted designs — dragons, griffins, fae and hidden realms — and one enemies-to-lovers story you name yourself.
Same bones as Feel It Out, different world entirely. Color the scene on one side. On the reverse, a few lines of story open the door — an ancient loyalty, an uneasy bargain, a signet you were told to bury — and the rest of the page is yours.
Twelve of those pages belong to one story, marked with a crescent in the corner so you can find them. Nobody in it has a name, because you write the names in at the front. After that he is yours: the one who was sent to kill you and didn't, the voice you'd know behind any mask, the man who names his allegiance in three words and none of them are the ones he was ordered to say. You decide how it ends. You decide whether it ends.
He is called
The one who warns you is called
And when they ask, you are called
Five worlds, eight designs each
Closed gates, cold banners, and a court that remembers every exile by name.
Tides, lily water, a court beneath the waterline, and the bridges that fell.
Everything that grows at night, and the gates left overgrown behind it.
Star charts, empty sky, and the people who read fate for a living.
Hoards, hatcheries, libraries. The places dragons keep what matters.
For the friend who read all five books in one weekend and has nowhere to put it. Large 8.5 × 11 pages, matte cover, detailed enough to be worth an evening and a good set of pencils.
Twenty-one chapters. Twenty-one illustrations. One page at a time.
The whole of John, complete and unabridged, in the King James Version. Not a verse somebody else picked out for you — the entire chapter, set out to be read properly, with an original fine-line illustration facing it and ruled space underneath for whatever it left you with.
The pictures stay with the place and the moment rather than the face. A vine heavy with fruit. A shepherd's crook left against a wall. A stone rolled back at Bethany and the grave clothes folded. You can spend an hour on any one of them without having decided anything about it first.
Read the chapter. Write what it left you with in the space below it. Then turn the page and spend an hour with the picture. In whichever order suits the day you're having.
The Gospel of John — $13.99
The rest of the series
All sixteen chapters, same format. Out now, just below.
The same twenty-one chapters for ages 7 to 11, one line from each and a picture a child can actually finish. So a parent and a child can be on the same page, in both senses. Out now.
One book per book, for as long as it keeps being worth doing.
Scripture is the King James Version, which is in the public domain and belongs to everybody. The illustrations are original to these editions and made with AI assistance, edited by me — which I'd rather tell you on the website than have you work out on page forty.
Sixteen chapters. Sixteen illustrations. The letter nobody writes to a church that has it all figured out.
Same format as John, complete and unabridged in the King James Version: the whole chapter set out to be read, an original fine-line illustration facing it, and ruled space underneath for what it left you with.
Paul is writing to a congregation arguing about status, food, lawsuits and who outranks whom, and most of what he says to them has not dated at all. Chapter thirteen is the one read at weddings. In context it lands differently, because it arrives in the middle of an argument about which gifts make a person important, and answers that none of them do.
The pictures stay with the city and the household rather than the face. A bronze mirror on a table. A long table laid for a meal. A harp, a trumpet and a pair of cymbals set down after the noise stops.
First Corinthians — $12.99
The series so far
All twenty-one chapters, the first book in the series. Up above, or on Amazon.
The same twenty-one chapters for ages 7 to 11, one line from each and a picture a child can actually finish. Out now.
One book per book, for as long as it keeps being worth doing.
Twenty-one chapters. Twenty-one pictures. One page at a time.
The Gospel of John for children, one chapter to a page. At the top of each page is a line from that chapter, in the words of the King James Bible, not simplified and not reworded. Underneath is a picture to color, drawn from the very same chapter.
A grown-up can be reading the whole chapter in the full-size edition. You will both be on the same page, in both senses.
Every picture is backed by a blank page, because children use markers and markers go through paper. The drawings are detailed enough to be worth a long afternoon without being fiddly for smaller hands.
Behold the Lamb — $9.99
Reading it together
King James, exactly as written. Children get the real sentence, not a paraphrase written down to them.
All twenty-one, in order, matching the full-size edition page for page so the two can be used side by side.
A blank page behind every picture. Big 8.5 × 11 pages, drawn for ages 7 to 11.
One format, many rooms. The same idea holds for anyone stuck in a season they don't have words for yet — which turns out to be most of us, at some point.
Five worlds went into the first book, eight designs each. Every one of them has more in it than eight pages can hold, and the thread running through them does not finish where the book does.
I'd rather build the one someone is actually waiting for. Tell me which, and I'll let you know when it lands. That's the only thing I'll ever email you about.
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"Write about your feelings" is where most journals die. A blank page is a dare.
Who's writing thisI write the books I went looking for and couldn't find. Feel It Out started with a simple problem: journals for teenage girls either hand you a blank page and call it healing, or hand you affirmations nobody believes. Neither survives contact with an actual fifteen-year-old having an actual bad week.
I'm not a therapist. I'm a mother of two daughters, a business owner, and someone who worked out a long time ago that the useful question is almost never the polite one. That's the voice the books are written in — big sister, not clinician.
I live in Colorado with my husband, our dogs, and a horse with opinions.