Novel #5 update, audiobooks, and an album review!

Hello readers! I’m here happy to announce that novel #5 is underway, and I’m almost a quarter way through my first draft. I’m keeping it on the down-low for now (as I don’t even have a solid title for it yet!), but as soon as I’m ready to share more, you’ll be the first to know.

I’m also processing audio books for The Upperworld Series now, which is a super fun time! My voice actress, Valerie Cirillo, is ridiculously talented, and I can’t wait for you to hear her bring my characters to life. But if you love scifi fantasy and don’t want to wait for the audio books, why not grab a copy of my books on Amazon in the meantime? They’re available here:

I also write album and concert reviews for the Boston Sports Desk in my spare time, so if you feel like reading about Maddie Poppe’s debut album Whirlwind, you can read my thoughts about it here:


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I got to review Florence and the Machine the other day!

Unless you live under a rock somewhere, I’m sure you’ve heard of this amazing alternative rock band. They’re just really good at breaking the limitations of genre and style, but feeling synergistic regardless of that. I wrote an  article about them which can be viewed here:

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Sometimes, writing can be painful. But it’s healthy too.

I know I don’t usually get too emotional here, but I’m going to for a sec. Because I’m taking a quick break from working on my newest YA book. And this particular story, is digging up a lot of my past that was less than pleasant.

f953a7abb80d5af9b2eb05ca7fba298aFor most of my childhood, I attended a private school that although meant well and tried to help, was basically useless in the realm of preventing bullying. It was a tiny class that just got worse and worse as years went by. I didn’t transfer right away because we really didn’t know of any similar options for schooling at the time, and it was decided that I would stick it out, since I did have at least one good friend that would be there for me. Thankfully, it was more psychological than physical bullying, but still hard when you’re growing up and getting used to being excluded all the time. In your formative years, that messes with your head especially a lot. And although the teachers tried to help, they never laid down the law enough to really make a difference. I know they tried, and I appreciate that. But it wasn’t enough. And punishing the whole class for very isolated stupidity was, well, stupid.

So I stuck it out until like fifth grade, when it got so bad that I transferred. But the academics weren’t up to par in that even smaller school, and so I went back to the original one as there was a new girl entering the class who I hoped to befriend. And befriend her I did, until she later joined the bullies and stabbed me in the back, conveniently while I was stranded for three days on a class trip in Pennsylvania at the end of eighth grade. She’s a real keeper, eh?

Okay, so that’s enough griping for one post. But I wanted to share, because I’ve come a long way since then. In high school, far away from those bullies, I met some amazing friends. I met even more friends in college that I am so grateful for. But this new book I’m writing, is basically a reimagining of my 13-year-old self. Seventh grade, arguably one of the worst years for bullying, is coming back to me in waves. I’m getting that second chance to process this the way I need to.

And that’s where this song comes in. Taylor Swift has such a knack for living in a parallel universe to my experiences, because I swear she must have gone through something similar in the second verse. Check out these lyrics, and then listen to the full song here:

I’m thirteen now

And don’t know how my friends

Could be so mean

I come home crying

And you hold me tight

And grab the keys

And we drive and drive

Until we found a town

Far enough away

And we talk and window-shop

Until I forgot all their names

I don’t know who I’m gonna talk to

Now at school

But I know I’m laughing on the car ride home with you

don’t know how long it’s gonna take to feel okay

But I know I had the best day

With you today

My mom would totally do this with me. We’d go shopping, talk about everything, and then think up ways to work through it. Even if it wasn’t anything external, she taught me ways to steel myself for these attacks, and to come out of them even stronger. My favorite advice my mom ever gave me? “Don’t be afraid to be a bitch sometimes.” Still rings true today, almost ten years later.

This book, is going to function a bit as a memoir, but also as a second chance for me to rewrite my own story. After all, isn’t that why anyone writes?

Stay tuned for updates on this latest YA book dealing with bullying, loneliness, exclusion, and more. ALSO, The Sorting Room will be an audio book very soon! Don’t want to wait for that though? Grab a copy of it here:

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Formal, Graduation, and BIG NEWS AHEAD!!!

Pinterest-worthy grad photo with my college pal Celia 🙂

Graduation happened for me this past weekend, as did senior formal, and some partying in honor of graduation (and yes, that’s me with the pink hair. It was a bit of a  quarter-life crisis, haha). Now that I’m officially done with school pretty much forever, I’m hoping to get a ton more writing done for my next WIP.


It was pretty surreal graduating magna cum laude when I was originally told I might not even get into the school I wanted to attend most of all. But basically, I did, I thrived, and proved them wrong. Mic dropped.

At senior formal with my friends 🙂

I’m in a pretty weird headspace, as I’m trying to push harder for my new WIP, but also look for a daytime gig (ya know, so I can officially “adult”. Weird, I know). But this is all very exciting!!! For my lovely readers, I have a BIG announcement.


You know The Upperworld Series? Well, very soon, it will all be available in AUDIO format!!! Yes, you heard me right – The Sorting Room is actually in production now, as books 2-3 will follow it soon after! I will keep you posted on all that stuff, and I can’t wait for you to hear the amazing voice actor that I’m collaborating with (I literally got chills when I heard her audition, seriously!!!). So yeah, that will be great! Get excited, everyone!

And my WIP is well, in progress. Nothing much to say about that now, except that it will involve time travel and I’m drafting it now, which is fun but very emotionally and mentally taxing as well.

Grad party with a couple of my high school BFF’s ❤

Overall, heading into the summer with a lot of things to celebrate and work toward, so all is well. What have you been reading lately? If you’re looking for some dystopian fantasy somewhat like the Hunger Games and Divergent, check out my stories on Amazon HERE:


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Time Machines and Future Sounds

In between working on my latest work-in-progress: a YA time-travel story, as well as reflecting on the time travel that happened at the end of The Upperworld Series, I’ve been thinking lately a lot about time. Time is a funny thing – it’s limiting, goes by too fast, and can cause a lot of regret and anxiety if not spent well. And as graduation looms closer and closer for me, I’m just thinking a lot about the uncertainty of my own future, and how equal parts scary and exciting it is to currently have no plans. To have a fresh start away from everything that I’ve been doing up until now. It’s just… a lot. I’ve also been having trouble fitting in time to work on my latest book. It’s happening, just a bit slower than I usually would like. But I’m trying to make peace with that and remind myself that I can only do what I can do, and that’s totally okay.

So in this reflective mood, I wanted to share a very powerful poem with you that I had the pleasure of hearing during Taylor Swift’s Reputation tour. I had never thought hearing poetry at a pop concert would be a thing, but it was, and it has stuck with me since I had the pleasure of attending the show back in July. Taylor wrote this poem to her fans to give a little insight, perhaps, as to why this album took longer (a full 3 years) to complete, which was a whole year longer than her usual 2-year cycles. Without further ado, here’s Why She Disappeared: 

When she fell, she fell apart.
Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated
as a child with sidewalk chalk
When she crashed, her clothes disintegrated and blew away
with the winds that took all of her fair-weather friends

When she looked around, her skin was spattered with ink
forming the words of a thousand voices
Echoes she heard even in her sleep:
“Whatever you say, it is not right.”
“Whatever you do, it is not enough.”
“Your kindness is fake.”
“Your pain is manipulative.”


When she lay there on the ground,
She dreamed of time machines and revenge
and a love that was really something,
Not just the idea of something.

When she finally rose, she rose slowly
Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies
Wary of phone calls and promises,
Charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes

When she stood, she stood with a desolate knowingness
Waded out into the dark, wild ocean up to her neck
Bathed in her brokenness
Said a prayer of gratitude for each chink in the armor
she never knew she needed
Standing broad-shouldered next to her
was a love that was really something,
not just the idea of something.

When she turned to go home,
She heard the echoes of new words
“May your heart remain breakable
But never by the same hand twice”
And even louder:
“without your past,
you could never have arrived-
so wondrously and brutally,
By design or some violent, exquisite happenstance

And in the death of her reputation,
She felt truly alive.

I personally relate to this poem so much, because it shows the way that life can be so difficult, and how the passage of time can bring both healing and suffering. As I’m approaching my own very big leap into the real world, I’ve been thinking a lot about this, and how inspirational it is to see that someone can relate to what I’ve been feeling (even though I don’t know Taylor Swift personally).

As I continue work on my YA time-travel story and reflect on the completed trilogy of The Upperworld Series, these words offer me some comfort and hope they will for you too. After all, time is what you make of it, and although time shouldn’t be wasted, it’s important to live life without fear and without regret. After all, not everyone is lucky enough to have a time machine like Evander and Griffin in The Rise of Onyx, or an uncle who can build one for them like Vera Lynn Bartlett (she’s my protagonist for my time-travel story, btw. Stay tuned for updates on that as the story unfolds!).

Stay beautiful,

Angelina Singer Author

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The Songs That Made Me

C3CBAC0D-31CB-4203-A017-C51F598609DA.JPGAs some of you may know, I’m an avid musician in addition to being an author! I’ve been studying guitar for over 11 years now, have participated in various band programs, learned a little piano, play bass occasionally, and I currently play in a collegiate guitar ensemble at my school. So needless to say, music is a very strong creative force which greatly affects my writing process as well. While drafting, I’ll usually have YouTube open so I can stream all my latest favorites, which are usually of the alternative rock / punk rock variety. Even a dash of post-hardcore like Pierce the Veil can offer some really melodic emotions that just aren’t as present in the same 15 watered down pop tunes that frequent the radio (sorry, not sorry for my snobbery coming through a bit. There’s a point to it, just roll with me here).

So I wanted to do a little countdown of the most influential songs that have either floated through my head while drafting, or even been my mental soundtrack for my books. Here are my top 5, in a slightly specific order of casual listening to literally inspiring an entire book!

Song #5: Part II (Paramore)

I got into this tune more recently working on my current work in progress, a YA time-travel with a lot of heart and a sprinkle of personal reflection. I’m really excited about this new concept that I took from a ten-minute play I wrote for class over a year ago. Something about this song just layers complex emotions over some really slick instrumentals which is equal-parts battle-cry and desperate plea for self-actualization. Take a listen, I promise you won’t regret it!

Influential lyrics: “What a shame, what a shame we all remain / Such fragile broken things / A beauty half betrayed / Butterflies with punctured wings”

Song #4: Circles (Pierce the Veil)

This song is such a good melodic piece with enough tension to fuel any narrative! Especially for science fiction, it just has this undeniably good energy to it that I really dig. Click the link above to check out the hilarious music video in which the PTV boys get stuck in a run-down motel managed by an interesting character who allegedly kidnapped other bands as well! Plus Vic Fuentes (the lead singer) is a total hottie so there’s that too 😉

Influential lyrics: “Save yourself, don’t ever look back”

Song #3: Lonely Girl (Tonight Alive)

I listened to this song a lot while drafting books 2-3 of The Upperworld Series, and I think the sentiment of feeling alone and on your own really resonated with me. It certainly related to Luna as she was stuck on Earth, all alone, trying to survive long enough to get the entire space-time continuum back on track. Quite a tall order, huh? Plus the desperation and pain associated with the tapping guitar solo really added a lot to this track. It would definitely make a great montage track in The Sorting Room as a movie!

Influential lyrics: “Lonely girl, you lost the only thing you loved / Nothing that you have is ever good enough / And I won’t be the one to keep you safe / And I won’t be the one who stays the same”

Song #4: Black Magic (Little Mix)

Yes, it’s a pop tune, but it’s pretty much perfect for Just Like a Pill. I always imagined this to be playing on the ending credits if my book was a movie – and bonus points for the actors of the concept video looking a lot like my characters Maxx and his trashy girlfriend Ashley 😛

Influential lyrics: “Take a sip of my secret potion / I’ll make you fall in love / For a spell that can’t be broken / One drop should be enough”

Song #5: Red (Taylor Swift)

This sonic masterpiece basically inspired me to start writing stories. Okay, well, actually, I was deeply obsessed with a crush on this guy who I now realize wasn’t worth the heartache. So that might have been something to do with it, of course! But the lyrics are such a poignant snapshot of my sixteen-year-old self, because I went through this and even got to scream the lyrics at a Taylor Swift concert the night before I performed it myself the next day. Needless to say, this song will forever hit me the strongest because I have such a tangible memory of the time I performed this song with someone really special, and that feeling became the heartbeat of my debut novel, Just Like a Pill. There’s still a cringe-y video of me butchering that guitar solo buried deep in the bowels of YouTube, but I’ll spare you the horror. Just take a listen to this song that means so much to me.

Influential lyrics: “Lovin’ him is like trying to change your mind once you’re already flying through the free-fall / Like the colors in Autumn, just before they lose it all”

***Author’s note – In case you were wondering, I did try my hardest to forget him, but I just couldn’t so I wrote a book instead, haha 😉

If you’d like to read some of my stories that were written from the emotions and vibes of these songs, you can find them here:

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Once Upon a Time…

… A girl was successful, but only a little.

She had worked hard – too hard. But had not gained acclaim. Some wouldn’t call that success at all.

Her resolve was fading, her morale sinking lower than ever before. The pursuit of happiness touted about in historical manuscripts from long ago seemed little more than an unrealistic fantasy thrown in her face by well-meaning adults without a sense of her internal brokenness. An invisible silent bleeding of the soul that could not be diagnosed.

The unknown abyss of the future stretched before her. Averting her eyes from its toxic atmosphere, she looked down at her own feet planted firmly in the present, and wondered how to shake them from the adhesive grip of the past.

She wanted to move on, but didn’t know how. Needing to be set free from her own lofty expectations, her own goals floated around her – jeering and snarling with sharp and expectant teeth. As her own dreams loomed closer, they became nightmares, filling her with dread of what was to come, and trapping convictions of inadequacy in her mind.

Pressured to grow up too fast, never quite allowed to be truly young, she grimaced at the wasted time and regretted those who slowly dragged her into this relentless quicksand of her own inadvertent design.

Clinging in desperation to the familiar but wanting something new, the girl grew up in consciousness but remained young in body. The chasm between the passage of time and her internal age grew in width and depth with the passing of time. She wondered how long it had been since she’d allowed herself to appear the way she truly was, without judging herself or allowing her elders to make her feel anything less than ideal.

“You have the resume of a 40-year-old, you should be so proud.”

“Most people haven’t published a book, let alone four.”

Why can’t you be happy with all that you’ve done?”

As the words of those who meant well swam around in her long-since-battle-scarred psyche, she wondered why she couldn’t just “be happy” the way they said she should. 

Maybe it was because she was broken down for so long, and she became abnormally ambitious in order to appear big.

Maybe it was the pain, or the loneliness, or the worry that her own eclectic tastes in music and punk fashion would alienate the very same people she wished to befriend.

Little did she know, that it was those very interests and tastes that would draw the true companions closer to her side. And that anyone who didn’t understand her or didn’t even try to, wasn’t worth her time. That the beautiful lead guitarist in the band just wasn’t meant for her, and that was okay. No matter how many times she pleaded, begged, and tried to change, it didn’t matter. More specifically, he didn’t matter. 


With this realization, she became stoic and strong. She grew at a healthier pace from the inside out. Unflaggingly secure in who she was and the way she wanted to perceive all the uncertainty of the future, she began to slowly lift her feet out of the insecurities trapping her in the past. With not doubt, there would someday be a boy who would catch her eye and keep it. He might break her heart, but he’d also be the one to mend it.  The pain would subside, the tension would abate. It was only a matter of time.

So what did she do? She dyed. her. hair. PINK.

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