What I meant to think: Huh. My pelvis is oddly sore. I must've bumped really hard into a countertop today or something. What I actually thought: What is up with my vaj?? I feel like I slammed it repeatedly into some kind of hard, blunt object. Well played, Freud. Well played.
This is actually a poem I wrote for one of my stories. The female protagonist is sitting in the hospital awaiting news of her friend who's been in an accident. Having loved and lost before, and terrified to relive the experience, She picks up a children's book off the counter and begins reading through the poem, … Continue reading But I Have You Now
My head likes to rage like I'm losing the game Pulling me down to a self latching cage I don't want to want, no I don't want to need I just want to be okay with the way that I bleed The confusion, the cyclone, the Mad Hatter inside The shit storm that hits when … Continue reading The Mad Hatter Inside
I think I have found a new favorite thought leader. Daniel Kahneman - good stuff! There's an article on inc.com that lists his Top 20 Quotes. The link is at the bottom of the post if you want to see the whole thing, but here are my favs! Just a big amen on this one: … Continue reading New Favorite Thought Leader!!!
Hello lovelies! I'm very excited to announce that I've started a new contemporary romantic comedy novel called Players. I've written a few chapters (the first one has been posted here) so far and it's already been a blast! The story details the journey of Breccan and Gretel, two self-proclaimed 'players' who hook up after a chess tournament … Continue reading Join Me on the Novel-Writing Journey
The first time I saw her, I knew there was something different about her. And I don't mean that in a stupid, cheesy "she could see into my soul" kind of way. No, not at all. Quite the opposite. The first time I saw her, I could tell she was fucked up in ways God … Continue reading Appealing to Instinct: Chapter 1a
Click here to start with Part I There she was. Standing in the middle of the hallway waiting for him. But the perfectly erected picture of perfection he was used to seeing now had ratted hair, scratches on her hands and face, and make-up streaked across her cheeks. And even worse, her expression was filled … Continue reading Miss Taylor: Part IV
Start with Part I here "So tell me, Aria, why are you here today?" Aria stirred uncomfortably in the leather chair. She was confused by the question - wasn't it obvious? She glanced around the room at Dr. Grey's collection of knick-knacks, psychology books, and "inspirational" sayings. She wasn't impressed. The dull color schemes dilapidating … Continue reading The Second Layer: Part II