The Witch is out and I cried in a hotel room.

A series of updates and thoughts!

Hi! My dark romance novella, I Live to Serve the Witch, is out in the world! In limited formats for now…but…out!

I had this whole launch ramp planned, but the daily anxiety I felt was suffocating. So, I just went ahead and dropped it early. If you’re interested in a novel about mystery, magic, and generational trauma, check it out!

I’ll eventually add paperbacks to Amazon, but I want Kickstarter backers to have their books and swag in hand first. In the meantime, add the book on Goodreads and follow the Spotify playlist!

Now, onto the crying.

I’d been in a pretty good mood this year so far, until this week. I won’t get into it, but I did find myself in a mess of tears, thinking about how some people have it so much harder than I do. And how it’s not fair. Along with the self-imposed book launch stress? I’ve been feeling quite heavy.

Anywho, I booked a hotel room, thinking it would clear my mind, lighten my mood, and help me focus. But instead, I was assaulted by the feral sounds of the woman and man in the room across the hall from me. I couldn’t even finish my Phở. Yes, it was that serious. And that was my final straw. I flopped onto the bed and sobbed. Until my eyes puffed up. Until my throat rasped. Until my face was wet with tears.

Unfortunately, when I get like this, my mind searches its backlog to justify my tears. It pulls from my memory banks, forcing painful facts to the forefront of my consciousness. Remember that girl who spread fake rumors about you? Remember that guy who made you feel small? Yeah, think about THAT bishhh.

I love my mind. She helps me create. But she also whips me into submission, never letting me forget the ways I’ve been mistreated. Anywho, I’ve been trying to fight through the noise. I’ve been totally unmasked and have been receiving more love than I could have ever imagined.

Thank you to those of you who understand me. Thank you to those who give grace. Thank you to those who share their own stories with me. You have no idea what it means to me. I even posted on LinkedIn, admitting I don’t know what to do but I know I need help, and the response was so overwhelming and positive that I kind of got scared, ha.

I’m still in my mood. I cycle between crying and sighing. But I know it’ll pass. And I’m proud of how far I’ve come despite my difficulties.

I want to write for other people!

I have so much to say, but I don’t want to overwhelm people here. So, if anyone wants a post for their blog, zine, or website, let me know!

Ok, byeeeee!

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Read my surreal novel: How to Be a Better Adult

Read my dark romance: I Live to Serve the Witch

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