I feel like I stepped into the bad plot of a book. Here is what 2023 did to me before it ended: Less than a week before Christmas, my job told me they were firing me, intending to end my…
I feel like I stepped into the bad plot of a book. Here is what 2023 did to me before it ended: Less than a week before Christmas, my job told me they were firing me, intending to end my…
They never come to kill me, no matter how potently they yearn to. The assassin kneeling behind me reeks of it: the craving to end me. He clamps the fury inside his fists; the animosity burns beneath his shadowed hood,…
He arrived in the middle of the night, banging on their door in the midst of a raging storm. Windy gusts lashed the windows, tree branches scraping the panes. It brought her and her parents barefoot down the creaking stairs,…
WHY AM I LIKE THIS? I sent a newsletter about a Thing, and let’s now play SPOT THE TYPO! PROOF that I ‘beed’ a break for sure. And I sent like fifty million test emails to myself and STILL didn’t…
And he said: “I just took a p!ss in the pub you live above.” Me, thinking a million things but only saying: You’re here? Downstairs? Him: I’m waiting for the bus at the bus stop in front of your place.…
NOTE: AI images were used in this blog post, but I no longer support the use of AI, nor do I use it, because I don’t like the extractive direction big corporations are taking it and how they are trying…
Hoomans! Console me. First, though, for those who don’t know me, I am Zulejka, epitome of Cat, pinnacle of Beauty, queen of Tiny Pawsies, and only my hooman knows how much I poke my kitty nose into corners and decorate…
He lounges in the shadows that embrace him, his long legs clad in leather and stretched out across the rock floor. Crossed at the ankles, his boots flicker faintly from moonlight leaking in and reflecting off the crystals in the…
“They should never have hurt you,” he said. NOTE: AI images were used in this blog post, but I no longer support the use of AI, nor do I use it, because I don’t like the extractive direction big corporations…
If you’re as exhausted as I am, here, have a 56-second-long video of my super-cat kitty-crashing my book trailer (she just can’t help herself) –> She stole that video! BUT! I have others that use ALL THE DRAMA! All. The.…

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When I was twenty-two, I ran away to Prague, where I now sing to my black cat (who collects dustballs in her whiskers), eat chocolate for breakfast, and have lemon tarts every Thursday.