So, I guess I’m bipolar now.

I almost impulse bought a house. I never thought that would be a sentence I would say, but here we are. It started several weeks ago when I became curious about a house for sale in my neighborhood. What started as casual curiosity rapidly spiraled into an obsession. I stated checking local listings several times … Continue reading So, I guess I’m bipolar now. →

A Novel Idea: Daydream, Outline, and Draft

My novels have been languishing in my drive for years. Everything has been carefully laid out on the page. I know my characters and my setting like the back of my hand. I know their every wish, their every move, and motivation. I have outlined every plot point from beginning to end. But I still … Continue reading A Novel Idea: Daydream, Outline, and Draft →

I Grew Kinder

I grew kinder as I grew older. Though everyone said that I would grow cold, I felt warmth take root in my soul, When I decided that I wouldn't be sold On the idea that what was done to me Was simply the way of the world.

Now That We’re Dead

How are you still alive and breathingWhen you haunt me as I’m dreaming?No contact since our indefinite separation,I expected to hear news on occasion.Now I wonder if we existed at all. Should I feel distressed or relievedThat we’ve become nothing more than a memory?Only digital records kept in social media posts,Red-eyed photos and half-forgotten jokes,Serve … Continue reading Now That We’re Dead →

The Curse of 13: A 12 Prices Re-telling part 11

Part 11: Felicie was used to being surrounded by people; she had grown-up in a castle afterall, but the bustling of thousands of strangers in a crowded port was something else entirely. The noise was overwhelming: ship yard managers shouting instructions, merchants and sailors haggling over prices, sailors singing about the sea, and gulls calling … Continue reading The Curse of 13: A 12 Prices Re-telling part 11 →

Fickle Lady Luck: what is luck, and can we change it?

I fear happiness and stability just as much as I crave it. My childhood was filled with poverty and unrest, and my college years were full of abuse and misfortune. All I knew for the first 25 years of life was disappointment and bad luck, and that's what I came to believe that life would … Continue reading Fickle Lady Luck: what is luck, and can we change it? →

Growing Like Time

Houses germinate like weeds, Popping up- unwanted- in the fields. The overgrowth has altered the landscape. I dig through the new branches to find the routes- Roots to anchor the present to the soil of the past. The old dirt road has been paved. A thick layer of tar to smother memory lane. I glided … Continue reading Growing Like Time →

The Golden Sun and the Silver Moon

Once, there was only the Golden Sun and Silver Moon in the great black sky. The constant Sun loved the ever-changing Moon, and the Moon returned the Sun’s love.For many thousands of years, they were content with only one another, until a time came that they wished to grow their love even greater. “If we … Continue reading The Golden Sun and the Silver Moon →

How Much Should I Share? The Ethics of Storytelling Online

I've been reading my childhood diary on TikTok. I've been keeping journals since I was 11 years old, so I have a lot to share. It stated as a laugh, an accompaniment to to my storytimes and a way to poke fun at the dramatic recollections of a child. But, the fact of the matter is … Continue reading How Much Should I Share? The Ethics of Storytelling Online →

Possibilities

I'm overrun with possibilities of what I could do, where I could go, and who I could be. Instead of making a choice- I freeze. So I can be all of these things and none of them, all at once.