This is a very honest collection of personal poetry, and while I can't claim to understand poetry as well as those who read a lot of it, this collection spoke to me.
My debut novel will be out this week!
I am aiming for a release date in mid-late October if all goes well, and I'm really crunching for time. Releasing this on my birthday, especially while considering the autobiographical nature of the book, is so important to me.
The blank slate I'm starting over with is a sad one of my own creation, and in that regard, I need a space to heal, but those spaces online I need to start over with are filled with landmines.
All I could do was write about my feelings. I often wrote about the visions I saw, the nightmares I had, and I explored the waking nightmares too.
He was a taste of the unknown — the darkness that she wasn't brave enough to wear so openly like he did.
I’ve rarely seen anything that made me feel so many things that intensely. It was nothing short of genius, but what really hit me the hardest was at the end of the film. I empathized with Bo’s story about agoraphobia and panic attacks.
The passion I pour onto a page is muddy water.
I feel the longing of nostalgia for better days.
I went into this knowing the basic premise of it being a Beauty and the Beast style tale, but I did not expect how it unfolded.
Bisexual rep, polyamory, a unique take on 'vampires,' and some deliciously morbid, BDSM erotica. I'm in love.
Maybe I'll be able to do something that can help someone, or change something for the better.
