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Clumsy tired updates.

​I have been ridiculously tired as of late. That kind of bone-weary exhaustion where every day you wake up and kinda sigh, “Do I really have to human today, guys?” You start wishing you were a cat or a burrito. Or a cat burrito. Which is sick and wrong and you shouldn’t do that but here I am anyway wishing for it. My anemia could play a role. I have a hard time taking iron supplements, they make me feel awful, and I slack after a while eating iron-rich foods because I basically eat like shit....

Selfies and YOLO and not quite Dirty Thirty.

Today, world, I am 29.

There’s really no point to this picture, other than the fact that I look super stoked/slightly shocked.

I really feel like I should be more affected by this. I mean, this is it. This is the last year of my twenties. You know what happens after this? THIRTY. And you know what happens after thirty? I hope you do. Otherwise we need to talk, in depth, about the state of our educational system. Also common core. We need to talk about common core. GOD. COMMON CORE IS THE WORST....

Interrogating Darkness Concealed’s author D. Emery Bunn.

I mentioned recently that I haven’t been doing a lot of promotional things over here for other authors. Not because I don’t absolutely adore them or want to have a hand in their success stories, but because, for a minute, my blog started to look more like a revolving billboard than the place I kick off my boots and hang out. So, I pulled back on cover reveals and release blitzes, and started talking more. But every once in a while, something comes up and I think, “I have to get in on this.”

Su...

I write romance.

​I write romance.

I say those words unflinchingly, my face devoid of any emotion. Because I’m not offering them up for debate. I’m not even presenting them for comments. I’m stating a fact. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and I write romance.

I’m not ashamed of those words, as much as it sometimes feels as though people would like for me to be. And I know those people exist. I’ve heard their whispers, I’ve seen their side-eyes, I’ve felt their judgments. I’ve met their comments of, “Oh. So...

Cover Reveal: FRENCH KISSED by Chanel Cleeton

I haven’t done a cover reveal or release blitz in a while, mostly because I was doing every reveal and blitz that came along, it felt like, and my blog started looking less like my blog and more like a place I was throwing things at people while sobbing fangirl tears.

…Which is actually a perfect description of my blog, to be honest.

That being said, when the lovely Chanel Cleeton announced she was doing one for the final book in her International School Series I dropped everything and signed u...

Flash fic partying for LOSING STREAK.

I’m not the type, normally, to talk about what I’m currently working on. It’s this weird mixture of being private about certain, key things andwanting to be a mystery. I like to think it makes me charming and interesting. Maybe not. But a girl is allowed her ridiculous beliefs.

But today, my Losing Streak released, and I thought there’d be no better way to celebrate than to post a flash fic that heavily hints at my current project with Nina Moreno.

Thanks, so very much, for all the support, the...

SHE GEEKS: Never Moving To Hemlock Grove.

​This is gonna be long and full of spoilers, so you if you want to avoid such things, now is the time to jump ship. I’ve decided this is gonna be my new thing, since I have such a hard time coming up with topics to blog about. Recapping/reviewing all my ridiculous Netflixbinges. Because likemost people, I am a freak for Netflix. God, do I love it. I love losing myself ina series to quiet the noise in my brain. Bring me your awful, your funny, your scifi! Hand me your romcoms and your dramas a...

Repost: I’m Gonna Remember

I originally wrote this two years ago on 9/11. I’m reposting it today because it’s still relevant and while I like to believe I have done better, I have remembered, it’s good, sometimes, to be reminded.

“It is easy enough to be friendly to one’s friends. But to befriend the one who regards himself as your enemy is the quintessence of true religion. The other is mere business.” – Gandhi.

Today, all across the internet, people are remembering. They’re talking about where they were, what they were...

But how do you do the thing?

​I was not made to be a blogger.

Which is hilarious, of course, when you stop to consider I’ve had a blog since…2007? 2008? And before that, I had a LiveJournal account because all the cool kids had a LiveJournal account and let me tell you, I wrote some really deep shit back then. And by deep, I mean, once I bitched for 20 minutes about the time my mom ate the last can of chicken noodle soup and said I hoped she burned in a noodley-hell for it and then I threw some Matchbox 20 lyrics in the n...

O Captain! my Captain!

​I have a review to do, and books to write, and things to quietly, always, stress over. I’ve promised to make teasers and try my hand at making a cover, and The Boy will be starting school soon so I really need to get organized for that, and there’s at least one blog post I’m obligated to write and a wedding I really need to RSVP to. Life, is what I’m saying here. I need to be doing life and yet all I can do is sit and stare at my hands. I don’t even know why I’ve chosen my hands to stare at....