Lost my mind over the midpoint kiss—the one that changes everything. Slow-burn writers, you know the pain. Chaos, tension, and emotional devastation ahead. Send help.
Struggling to balance writing, work, and the relentless demands of social media? Same. As an indie author, I’m spiraling over my book while screaming into the Instagram void, trying to reach the right readers without losing my mind. Why is marketing harder than writing the damn book? Read my full rant on why I refuse to be good for the algorithm—and what I’m doing instead.
ADHD and fictional men are a dangerous combo. My brain doesn’t just like characters—it imprints on them. From Damon Salvatore to Spike to every brooding, tragic bastard in between, no real man stands a chance. And because I can’t be normal about it, I wrote a book featuring the ultimate hyperfixation-worthy character. Read my full chaotic confession and let’s scream together.
aka – The Existential Despair of Nailing a Scene You Can’t Show Anyone Yet. You know that feeling? That soul-destroying, fist-pumping, maniacal laughter-inducing moment when you nail a scene? When you write something so perfect, so ridiculously funny, so YOU, that it makes your entire shriveled writer heart swell with chaotic glee? You’ve just written a scene where your brooding love interest says something so devastatingly good, so agonisingly perfect, that you want to print it out and...