My Story

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Welcome, warriors!

 
… yes, you. If you have made it this far, you are a warrior.
 
I’m Rebekah DeVall – author, blogger, dreamer and friend – and I’m here to help you in any way I can.
 
You see, a lot of times we don’t even know what help we need, we know that we need help. Desperately.
 
As a daughter of missionaries, I grew up in Bolivia, South America. I always joke that though I’m a 1997-baby, I was raised in the 80s. Our house phone was a rotary. We played hopskotch. “Be home by dark!” was a common phrase, and rare was the day we didn’t race each other through the streets.
 
I have so many good memories of my growing-up years… but then things changed. #adulting. In January of 2019, I re-entered the U.S. {my “home”} and began my journey in a culture completely different from my own.
 
When I first came to the U.S., I couldn’t figure out how to use a cool-whip container {we don’t have those in Bolivia!}. Crosswalks were insane {what do you mean, I can’t dash across the road between traffic?}. Everything I said or did seemed to go wrong {what do you mean, that word isn’t appropriate here?}.
 
Life changes are big and scary. You may be moving off to college. Perhaps you’re preparing to move to the mission field yourself. Maybe, like me, you’re trying to reenter a culture that’s supposed to be your own.
 
All too often, it’s easy to feel like you’re on the journey alone. Trust me, you are not.
 
Unfortunately, there are very few resources for these big transitional times of life. This is why I have set off to make those resources myself. Are you looking for stories about girls navigating big life changes? Check out my fiction works on Amazon and Wattpad. Looking for solid tips on how to navigate the cross-cultural divide? Nonfiction projects are on the way! In the meantime, you could check out Michele Phoenix’s resources for missionary kids! 10/10 recommend.
 
If you’re another missionary kid returning to “home-not-home,” don’t hesitate to reach out! {Social media is on the right sidebar over here, or email me at devallrebekah@gmail.com} I know how lonely and soul-crushing this time can be. Allow me to give you a long-distance hug. Let me be your contact in this great big world that sometimes seems too overwhelming – and sometimes too terrifyingly constricting.
 
You are a warrior.
 
Don’t you dare convince yourself otherwise.
 
 
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Why Flash Flood Typist?

 
You see, my fingers are on fire.
 
I took my first typing class when I was ten years old {yes, I walked to it! Uphill! Both ways – ish.}. After the first few lessons, I started using the skills to type up my stories.
 
Little by little, I discovered I was pretty stinking good at this. Helping Mom with computer things {Love you, Mom!} turned into constantly typing up my own stories and poems. Before I knew it, I drank the NaNoWriMo koolaid. {If you’re a writer, you probably know what this is. If not – look into it! It’s a great booster for your creative journey.}
 
I kick butt at NaNoWriMo. In November 2018, I wrote 270,000 words. 270,000 words in 30 days. {For the record, the goal is 50,000}.
 
Another reason for the name? My character. I am what is called a Rainforest Mind. My brain holds a million ideas {I currently have 56 books in the works}. Often, it is all I can do to not sit and write them all the time. But as my good friend AnnMarie Pavese can tell you, I come in like a flood. It’s either all-out or nothing for me, unfortunately. I go through good times, writing 10,000 words a day… but then the self-doubt rears its ugly head and I write nothing for weeks on end.
 
{I’m working on it!}
 
So Flash Flood Typist it is. A girl who types until her fingers catch fire. A force of nature. A young woman discovering that she’s a warrior – even if she convinces herself otherwise.

 

 

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