Anyone wanting a peek into an almost phobic mind fraught with anxiety, here are things my anxiety legit gets afraid of: Anxiety: There’s a speck of vindictive dust on the stove that hates you. Me: Dust isn’t vindictive. Anxiety: This…
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What makes a fantasy romance dark?
So Imma be honest: I don’t get what people think is ‘dark’ romance, specifically dark fantasy romance. Like I get told I write f*cked up heroes and love interests even though, you know, they read pretty fine to me. [Don’t…
Love Story of Someone Who Writes Love Stories
Some months ago I was reading an Author Spotlight on Eliza David’s page and it started off with what I thought was a fascinating bio about the author. It said something about her being unlucky in love, a hopeless romantic,…
The Knife Fight, the Mysterious Goats, and A Sweetly Smiling Neighbor
Re-blogging one of my favorite blog posts about a knife fight I walked into, the mysterious goats I kept hearing, and my sweetly smiling neighbor 🙂 Happy reading! Everything I Can Possibly Cram into a Single Blog Post Alright, so…
Running Away with the Carnival
Some years ago, I overheard my aunt telling my mom that her niece had run away with the carnival… again, leaving behind her navy boyfriend, who chased after her and tracked down the carnival encampment. I was like, “Wait! What?…
First Kiss in Sunlight
Let me tell you part of my story: He’s walking beside me through a fiberglass forest of snowy grass, where ripples of sunlight crisscross the forest floor in gem-like pools and white boughs sway overhead like sleepy children. Semitransparent leaves above…
The Pain Comes Back
The pain comes back sometimes, of losing him. The soft lamplight will hit the bed sheets in a certain way and he’ll be there again, sitting against the wall and softly strumming his butter-yellow guitar, his dark hair brushing his…
In the Chill, Relentless Rain
She stood in the rain, in the chill, relentless rain, in a long pale dress, a girl without a name. Or perhaps she had a name, but she could not remember it. She could remember nothing. Not how she’d come…
Then Keep Me
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,…
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Thief’s Woman
We ride alone – no going back – as bloody dusk sets in, The choice is made – it’s made – as I join in his life of sin. We stop at length; he laughs – those eyes – I…
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