Erotic romance writer, traveler, journalist, reader. Lover of dark chocolate, female protagonists, yoga, and sexy stories.
Making something out of nothing is my jam. It’s also the reason I keep and collect things for I’ll-get-to-it-later projects, why I gather bits and bobs for my photography feeds, why I have more stacks of muffin tins than I can fit in the oven all at one time.
Here at the top five odd, weird and fun things I collect:
I sometimes wonder how I would react to true tragedy. As a Type A creative with a Gemini star sign and enough anxiety to power the grid at least for a day, I wonder this probably more than I should. But the answer is always the same–I would read my way through. I would write my way out.
Why do I write?
It was a simple question on the surface. Did I like telling stories? Did I like creating worlds? Did I like bringing characters to life? All of the above and a whole lot more.
My family has taught me how to fight for the right to create, how to make it the most important thing in your day and your life.
They have shown me that there is no direct route and how to forge my own.
Instead, I thought I’d write about inspiration in the kitchen and in the office.
And to do that, I need to talk about the Great British Baking Show.
The idea that we’ll never get the opportunity to produce our best work, that we’re wasting time, that we’re going to wake up one day and realize twenty years have passed and we’re still peddling in the same spot–that’s not exclusive to me.
My respect for the growth, influence and creativity involved in social media is immeasurable. It’s just that, well, it’s a lot of freaking work.
When it comes to weird, unhelpful or generally unusual talents, let’s see if you’ve got me beat.
There are a million things I love about Nashville and my partner and I finally have the chance to be on our own for the first time since we started dating nearly five years ago. No complaints at all about living here!
But…
I’m like, way closer to the kitchen.
A fear of heights or skittery-creeper-crawlies are pretty reasonable, given that falling a far distance could kill me and those skittery-creeper-crawlies could probably kill me too.
