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March 10, 2018
Flash Sale!
The number one book in Self-Help, Abuse that’s dedicated to all my girls who turned into broken women. 
March 9, 2018
I’m Guilty.
It’s on my mind because I’m human. But that doesn’t mean I’m shook.
Probably the opposite of that, in fact.
I just think they’re a little ahead of schedule.
Rich Homie Quan probably said it best: “If you don’t mess with me, why you run your mouth for? Money don’t make you real, but it got family trippin’.”
Can I be honest and say that I haven’t considered a lot of people family in a long time? The line between family and foe is so blurred. Meanwhile, as I get this whole “Are you my real family,” thing sorted out, I stay to myself. Truth is, I don’t feel like l belong. I’m almost convinced that they are just people that were put in my life, and who mattered for awhile, then became irrelevant.
Pressure makes diamonds, right?
I’ve reached a measure of success so far. I get that. Everyone isn’t happy. I get that too. My Author’s Notes at the very beginning of To Mend a Broken Heart speaks to the very thing I knew would happen, and I feel just as strongly now as I did when I wrote it. You’re entitled to be upset.
Yes, I’m talking to you.
The one with the eyes, skimming through the text, wondering when I’m going to admit guilt for something.
So, I’m guilty of a few things:
Not only giving this ludicrous notion a second thought, but also responding to it.
Dedicating a narrative to my cat, who I’m sure assumes she practically wrote it. Then, I had nerve enough to change the food without her expressed written permission. I’ve been paying for that decision for about a month now.
I’m guilty for believing that the success of one is the success of all.
Being born with Purpose. Not just passion.
My honest opinion is that when you hang with stupid, you start to think everyone else is stupid too.
Some people only respond to negative attention because that’s all they know.
It validates them.
Maybe you have the satisfaction of me responding at all, but I won’t make your heart flutter by being negative.
Because pretty soon, you’ll be left behind too.
March 7, 2018
Perpetual Eye Roll
I haven’t went on a rant in awhile, so here’s one.
I really, really hate it when the first question out of an older woman’s mouth is: “How old are you?” It’s almost immediately followed with: “…and you know about love, huh?” In the most condescending way. Listen, I don’t care if you’re 50, 60 or 105, I’m telling you now, that’s the quickest way to upset me these days. Y’all act like only people 100+ can give advise about love, growth and healing. Is it really impossible to believe that young people are out here getting their hearts broken? Or is that something reserved for senior citizens? See, the problem is, y’all don’t want to talk about it. Y’all don’t want to talk about the real stuff anymore. Your whole life is under that rug. I don’t care how old you are, that’s dumb, and I also don’t care how you feel since you want to be bitter. The title of MY STORY is To Mend a Broken Heart, not your heart, my heart. Call me selfish. Call everyone around the world whose read it gullible. But don’t call me a fraud because I’m not 1,000 years old and your soul is ugly.
February 23, 2018
Free All Weekend!
It’s free ebooks of To Mend a Broken Heart all weekend long! This Friday thru Sunday (2/23-2/25) don’t miss out on the opportunity to own your copy completely FREE! Prefer physical books with real pages? I’m taking $10 (normally $25) off of Special Edition books and $5 (normally $15) off Standard Edition books. Download the book by clicking the title:
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February 15, 2018
Congratulations!
I want to say a personal thank you to all of the people that entered the To Mend a Broken Heart Giveaway. The winners have been chosen and will be receiving a signed copy of a randomly chosen Special or Standard Edition book. Wooo!
February 14, 2018
All I Can Say is Wow.
To Mend a Broken Heart has been out for just under a month and the response has been amazing! I honestly had no idea that it would become as popular as it has and I’m so emotional about it. [image error]
I have a few updates that I wanted to share:
Amazon has listed To Mend a Broken Heart as the SECOND Hot New Release in Self-Help Books. Not just Kindle books, but BOOKS. It has also reached TOP 100 status in it’s subgenres as well!
I will be interviewing on 3 radio stations some time in the near future! I will keep everyone posted on which stations, the days and times of each interview. Additionally, my interview with The Booksnake Etc. will go live in about a couple of weeks, so be on the lookout for that as well.
I’m beyond excited about everything that is happening with the project, and I want to thank everyone who has really chosen to take this journey with me.
Take a look at what Professor Hans van Puppet has to say!
January 21, 2018
I Still Get Butterflies
Alright, I’m completely over him.
That’s what I tell myself all of the time. Until I see his name pop across my timeline or his videos play on my Snap. I make a conscious effort to not play his snaps though.
I feel like a school girl.
Is there a cutoff age for having a crush on someone? Funny thing is, he found himself a small excerpt in To Mend a Broken Heart. So, I guess not. If he were to ever read it, it would be hard to ignore the fact that it’s him I’m talking about.
He still gives me butterflies, gotdogit!
My heart wants so bad for there to be something there and I think that’s still the part of me that learned to hold on to things. Cling, if you will, to hope in love.
Whatever.
January 10, 2018
Order Up!
On the back:
“I just want to write the words as I feel them bleeding from this old heart of mine…”
Bad memories are never really forgotten. Just suppressed under the mountain of lies we’ve told ourselves, so that the painful ones are easier to bear. I remember a lot, and my life has been emotionless for a long time. I recall watching as my mother was beaten bloody in front of me, and then, as if I were old news, I was cast away.
Until now, I’ve been patching the holes with band-aids; but I’m ready to feel again. So that true healing can finally begin.
So, I’ve been getting readers ask me about physical books because they do not own a Kindle or any other kind of web-reader.
I’m excited to announce that I will be taking orders directly for copies of To Mend a Broken Heart. In Standard Edition, Special Edition and the Reflection Journal.
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Standard copies are $18, and Special Edition books are $25. The story releases on Kindle 01.24.18 but I’m taking orders for physical books now, so that they will arrive on time for release. Maybe sooner.
Special Edition books include an abbreviated reflection journal and is bound as the second half of the book. You get to read my story and then develop your own.
If you just want to read the story, then that option is available as well.
The full Reflection Journal includes a yearly goal-tracker, writing prompts designed to genuinely make you reflect on things you may not have known you’ve repressed. It also features a 45-Day writing/mending challenge, and areas for the doodlers out there in the world.
To purchase a physical copy of To Mend a Broken Heart, please fill out the form below. Or visit the product page. You can still pre-order on Kindle by clicking the title here:
November 15, 2017
To Mend a Broken Heart: On Sale Soon!
On the back:
“I just want to write the words as I feel them bleeding from this old heart of mine…”
Bad memories are never really forgotten. Just suppressed under the mountain of lies we’ve told ourselves, so that the painful ones are easier to bear. I remember a lot, and my life has been emotionless for a long time. I recall watching as my mother was beaten bloody in front of me, and then, as if I were old news, I was cast away.
Until now, I’ve been patching the holes with band-aids; but I’m ready to feel again. So that true healing can finally begin.
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It’s almost here.
Right there on the horizon.
I’ve been saying that I want to write about my story for a while now.
My real story.
At long last, To Mend A Broken Heart, goes on sale in January! I’m beyond excited, and it has already garnered a lot of feedback–both good and constructive.
I’m not a How-To guru, or anything close to the sort, but I am a girl who’s been through some stuff. Things that I let eat away at me for years. Writing this was for me; it was therapeutic, and at times, it very difficult to continue.
I don’t think my keyboard has ever seen such extensive abuse when I got upset.
I’ve been asked if it helped any, and I can honestly say that it has. I’ve also been criticized for writing an autobiography/narrative at 26, as if I’m too young to have a story to tell.
A story that many girls, who turned into broken women–like I was–could relate to.
That’s okay.
November 10, 2017
Six Years Single and Celibate: How it Feels
A friend tagged me in a blog post about a woman who was on her fifth year of celibacy. It got me inspired to write my own.
I lost my virginity at 18 and I am the poster-child of doing something because I felt like “everyone else was doing it.” I spent four years with a distorted idea of sex. 
Marriage. Family. Intimacy.
That’s always been the goal.
I gave up sex to put more focus on myself, plus, I just had an overall bad feeling about freely giving my body away to men who didn’t deserve it. Sex was a good way to get things that I wanted too. So, in a way, I was selfish too. Not all of my motives were exactly pure. But I don’t regret the decisions I’ve made in life, so far.
I wish I could say that in some way it has gotten easier.
What I lack in that area, I’ve made up for in other ways.
I don’t give this testimony to down people who have sex. I say it for the people who are having sex for the wrong reasons.
For validation.
For attention… or lack thereof.
I’m talking to the girls out there still trying to find themselves, and they figure, maybe, just maybe, they’ll be just a little bit closer with a man by their side.
I was that girl for a long time. The girl suffering in silence from teen depression. It only got worse when I became so sick from Graves Disease I had to drop out of high school. Having a distorted view of sex (coping, void filling, rebellion) means having a distorted view of self.
I’ll be the first to admit that I had self-esteem problems. I didn’t see the beauty within myself and so I counted on the views of others to make me feel better. Then, there were those moments when I knew I was attractive, and I used that to my advantage. Which only means that I knew the beauty was there all along, I was just so used to feeling bad about it.
The sad thing about beauty is that it truly is in the eye of the beholder. Which unfortunately includes you. If you don’t see it within yourself first, you’re leaving yourself open to being taken advantage of.
Being celibate this long has been interesting, to say the least, and it takes a lot of offers off of the table, that’s for sure. What I’ve learned though, is that celibacy is a lot different than virginity. Never having experienced the act of having sex may seem hard, and until you actually go through with it to know the exact sensation; you have no idea how much harder it is on the other side.
Honestly, I didn’t expect to be single and celibate this long. I think I had a two year deadline in my head. The longer I’m on this journey though, the more I realize about myself. Which is what I think everyone says. 
But it’s true.
I’ve found that the only thing that gets me is the idea that I’m running out of time, and yes, it does get lonely every now and again. But for the most part, I’m really glad to be at this point in my life. Being able to experience it at all–the failures, the wins. All to benefit myself. The woman I’ve accepted. Because there are those that jumped into marriage at eighteen or nineteen and are experiencing a completely different life.
I wanted that life for myself at that age. But, I see how childish it is now. I mean sure, that works out for some people, but, knowing what I know about myself now, I couldn’t see it working out for me if I had actively pursued that course.
Marriage would have just been something to say that “I’m married.” Versus now, when I finally get married it will be because I’ve found someone that I am willing to share my time with.
There was a quote that says in short:
“I like being alone. In order to win me over, your presence has to feel better than my solitude. You’re not competing with another person, you are competing with my comfort zones.”
Perhaps that’s what going to make it harder for me to find someone. Because after six years, I’m quite comfortable.
And that’s ok. I’m still willing to wait. Besides, there’s always wine.
