Obligatory Introductory Post

Obligatory Introductory Post

Jan 14, 2021

Who I Am:

A wife, mother, and starving artist. I write monsters, tattoo, and bake things.

My Bookshelf:

Shirley Jackson
Ray Bradbury
Caitlin R. Kiernan
Neil Gaiman
Stephen King
Caroline Kepnes
Gillian Flynn
Francesca Lia Block

What I'm Working On:

A werewolf-led romp through a city that might be mine. Or yours. The story's never really about the monsters, anyway. It's about what we see in them, that makes us think they just might be human.

Your truck's exactly where you said it would be. The doors are unlocked and there's half a Marlboro on the driver's seat, a burn in the fabric you'll be pissed about later. You were right: it’s an easy job, given the circumstances. I'm hidden from the casino’s main entrance and employee lots, tucked safely away from the security cameras or valets. If I'm efficient, I'll be fine. On one hand, it's the first true thing I've heard from you in months. On the other, you have a corpse and a key of cocaine where normal people keep their kid’s car seat.

            Some things never change.

I hope to finish and publish this as the first book in a series in 2021. Fair warning and full disclosure: I also hoped to finish and publish it in 2020.

Recent Publications:

Firesale, Even Furries Hate Nazis

(The pride and joy of my quarantine accomplishments was submitting to this based solely on the title. Purchasing a copy of this won't get me paid, but it'll make for one hell of a conversation starter as a coffee table book.)

Empty Vessels (Amazon)

Grandma Adelaide hung herself from the magnolia branch outside Nikki's window. She dragged the three-step ladder from the shed, knotted the rope from Nikki's childhood tire swing into a thick, ugly necklace. Hummed to herself as she worked, the way she always had. When she finished, she curled her toes one more time - took a breath - and stepped down.

And while Nikki slept away the tequila, her dreams sweaty and tense, Grandma's body made slow, silent turns. Her fingers stretched patiently towards the cool, wet grass.

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