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i have no one to blame but myself…

i can say this to my honest self. there are names and events i cannot clarify or expound on because my intent is not to cause issue or ….

Io sat looking out the cafe window. Typing again, alone again… Was this her life? What friends she could possible claim were the virtual sort. Not the flesh and blood needed to warm her soul and snuggle with as the nights got colder.

how does one write the true colors in one’s feelings? how do you separate the realty from what is in your head? how does writing the stories as quickly as you can get them out of your head only create more room for more…

Sipping her coffee, Io thought back to what had happened how she ended up here hiding in the coffee shop drinking coffee she didn’t like just to keep warm.

social media is a bane and a benefit. a bane because there is no true measure on each side. how do you know what the person is really saying? really meaning? i try to be honest to my readers, give the truth and how things are…

Sighing, Io wiped a tear. How did she say good bye? Did she say good bye? Is it wise to erase a certain social aspect out of her life to make others happy?

as for the good of social media, those of us who cannot do not will not are too socially awkward… well it give us a safe place to express ourselves to share what we have. who we are. what would we do if we could not interact safely our whole beings? do we hide from the world our bratty nature our lack of boundaries our financial difficulties from the world from ourselves.?

“Io”

Io looked up into her husband’s eyes.

“Come home now. We’ll figure this out together.”

Smiling in relief, Io handed her husband the nasty coffee, knowing as with every other time he would drink it and help her over the latest writing slump venturing to derail her story line again.

sometimes having someone in your corner in reality or virtual is what it takes to tackle life’s hurdles. of course i have no one to blame but myself for forgetting it was our anniversary…

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Groceries – NOW out!!

Groceries has now been released on Amazon

Groceries Final cover

Moving into a new neighborhood Declan didn’t expect to become attracted to the young man down the road. Yet he does.
Anthony didn’t expect to find a knight in shining armor on his front lawn when he needed him most.
Dogs, fraud, and groceries. Who knew a cop would fall in love with a quiet man?

Groceries- in final edits

Completed the cover for Groceries today!

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Macabre Noir et Blanc – Now Released

MN Cover finalMacabre Noir et Blanc is a collection of poems written over a decade. It contains poems that are simple and childlike to poems alluding to the darker side of life. These poems explore the simple things of life, from mud to boot-camp to nightmares in the night.
Please read with an open ear and a kind heart for many things touched upon are faced by someone sometime in their life.

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Flash Fiction (on a Thursday)

Emma looked out the plane window as it taxi’d towards the hub. Consciously stopping the jumping in her legs she focused on the tarmac. Too much caffeine,not enough sleep and a whole lot of nerves. What was she thinking? Moving from home to here? Almost half a continent away, and the sky was so grey.Taking a deep breathe Emma closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat. Was it only two weeks ago?

We’d love to have you come work for us. We have a wonderful position for a new narrative writer for the games we have coming out. Plus what we have read of your work we want to know if you would be willing to help with the new story arcs that are coming out.” 

Someone somewhere had read her work and liked it of all things. Her work. So much support from her online followers, not friends she didn’t know them really, though there was one. That would be a fluke. She hadn’t said where she was going, or who she was being hired by. Not wanting to jinx herself before she landed and got started.

Waiting until most of the passengers had disembarked, Emma gathered her computer case and walked up the airbridge to the terminal. The company had said they would send one of her new coworkers to pick her up, they’d be waiting outside checkpoint two. Which was just in front of her.

Emma looked up recognizing the face at the same time he said her name…

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