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…
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.…
Zulejka here, usurping hooman’s blog.For hoomans who do not know me, I am the embodiment of all things dainty. Behold my delicately curled paw placed gracefully upon the other: I can be a zigzag. Or be put in a bad…
Hoomans, behold the burden and the turmoil of my difficult life: My hooman interrupts my languishment: [No, you do not behold any half-eaten dish of chicken meat (that hooman cooked earlier) camouflaged upon the bedsheets]. Hoomans, pity me. See how…
Years ago, a woman drifted into the workspace where I host writing meetups every Saturday. She was dazed, floaty, and alighted on one of the couches. She couldn’t speak for a while, obviously utterly overwhelmed by something. She made to…
The villains have been released into the world! Imprisoned inside a collection of stories retold from the perspective of mythological or fairytale villains… In this post, I’ll give you a glimpse into the dark hearts of the characters included in…
I am a slave to desires not mine. Powers hold me in thrall and demand I obey. I do not obey. Lol OKAAAAAY. So. What Drama Sonya meant to say with those lines is that the goddess of the anthology…
Did you know I used to write smut? Erm. Well, it’s coming out under a pen name that we will pretend does not exist (for purposes of retaining respect with my mother and the rest of my family…). [Mom, don’t…

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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.