John Stobart Award for Poetry โข Merrill Moore Award for Nonfiction nominee โข writer of everything โข marketing associate for an indie publisher โข (they/them)
In the #umbra of her father's power, Addison grew skinny and quiet. She was Daddy's favorite. The stakes were too high to risk slipping up. She melted into the whitewashed walls of their Naperville home, sidestepping squeaky floorboards to avoid attention.
#vss365#MuseMon
โ๏ธ Getting an incredible job working for an indie publisher
โ๏ธ Probably publishing my novel sooner than I expected
โ๏ธ Having a total mental breakdown because Iโm probably in a fever dream & thereโs now way this is all actually happening
I stared at the puppy & thought of how she'd been waiting for her human mom to come home, ready to bark with glee whenever someone rounded the blockโbut then my head spun & I later jolted awake to find myself too hot. Life's difficult as a snowman. #MoodMon#MuseMon#MissMuseMe
Fiery wings beat #quickly, stirring the mists that clung stubbornly to the broken altar at the centre of the Flame Stones.Nissa watched proudly as dozens of fire fae took flight.A hazy memory,fragile & distant,danced through her mind. Then they were many
#moodmon#musemon#vss365
The corners of Jaime's eyes crinkled. He planted a warm kiss on my forehead, and the crowd before the stage erupted with gasps and cheers. My face flushed as camera flashes sparkled at us from throughout the convention center.
#monsense#WIP#amwriting#YA
Granddad never wanted to talk about growing up in Virginia. When I was ten, Mom told me vaguely that he had sharecropped, but I had to look it up myself.
Even when I see him now, the words โdebt slaveryโ echo in my head.
#MoodMon#amwriting#WIP