Friday, 4 April 2025
Dear, Reader,
Wednesday, 19 March 2025
Beware the Ides of March Madness

I don't know if I can match her level of badassery. You're supposed to look back on your writing and cringe (at least according to so-called writers on twitter) but me I look back on my writing and I'm like whoa girl! slow down.
Sunday, 9 March 2025
In The Shadow of the Styx
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Wednesday, 5 February 2025
The 'Writing A Book' Diaries: Nuance, Let's Talk About It
Tuesday, 21 January 2025
The Struggle. Is Real. Newsletter Edition
I'm sure I don't have to tell you what a charley foxtrot social media is becoming. Just this week the Americans were removed and then returned to tiktok. All the social media influencers are talking about having your own newsletter so that you don't lose followers if you lose your account.
Very good advice I guess...if your aim is just to talk at people.
For me, social media is a way to connect, to argue, to know what's going on out there...I'm not really that good at selling my shit using these apps - as you might have noticed.
However, I'm trying to take my authorpreneurship more seriously lately and so I'm attempting, once again, to have a subscriber list and put out a newsletter. Thee irony is that I did have a subscriber list, and this blog, was my newsletter. But madmimi shut down and Go Daddy has ridiculous hosting prices and so I was left in limbo, alone and abandoned, having to begin again.
So yesterday, I found substack - I mean I knew of it in an abstract sort of way, but yesterday I realized that it might be the way to build up my subscriber base. I know that I had a few regular readers of this blog. I don't know if you ever look for me now that each blog post doesn't land in your inbox but if you do...you can subscribe to my substack and have my posts delivered to your inbox once again.
Yay?
I hope so.
I'm neglecting my paid work to write this and inform you so I hope someone's listening. As an author what is your answer to the perpetual need to be in people's faces and remind them of your existence?
This year I'm not about 'achieving goals' though. I'm about living and enjoying so my blog posts will not be in linkedinese. I might rant and rave a bit, as I am wont to do.
But.
I can promise that it'll be interesting. Maybe even fun. Come join me.
Saturday, 11 January 2025
Erase and Rewind
Chapter One: Awkward Menses
Her period was getting embarrassing. This was her third week bleeding, and the flow didn’t seem to be abating even a little bit. If anything, it was getting worse. She was seeing double and she couldn’t quite walk in a straight line. She couldn’t tell anyone though; her father would run screaming from the room if she tried to talk menstruation with him and her brother might drive her to the hospital in a panic. This was one of those awkward times, when she wished her mother had asked her to come along, when she walked out on all of them seven years ago. Well, she hadn’t so Rosemary would just have to handle this the best way she could. She excused herself from class to go see the nurse, hoping she’d be able to get there considering her vision was blurry.
This was a good time to have a best friend she could call on. Unfortunately, her best friend was also her panicky brother. So, she was back to square one. She walked slowly arm trailing against the wall to the nurse’s office. Nurse Sylvester was always very concerned; her eyes went squinty and she’d lean forward to listen intently when someone was confiding their problems to her. It was as if she was trying to compensate for all the neglectful parents who abandoned their kids to her care. Rosemary didn’t buy it though. She knew for a fact that it was nurse Sylvester who’d spread the rumor that Angie Lemon had gonorrhea.
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Friday, 27 December 2024
Holiday Seasoning
I'm without work for the next week or so and I'm just taking the time to rest, reset and rejuvenate. Weirdly enough, I've gotten some shit done that I haven't been able to do due to just mental exhaustion. I'm having a time.
My son cooked us Christmas dinner that was outstanding.
Just outstanding.
So much food, for just the two of us followed by a camera copy of Gladiator II in Spanish. The subtitles were so wonky we couldn't really understand in any words but we still understood the story.
Still going to watch it in English though.
So then I did some painting, submitted ten chapters of a new story to a publisher, and I will be recording a new podcast episode tomorrow. I don't feel sick all the time...it's great.
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the painting I made |
If you're going to say nice things about me, I'd like to be alive to hear them.
Been thinking a lot about dying lately.
It was always something to be feared. That phone call that changes your life forever. Something to be avoided at all costs...but the way the world is moving these days, what's to stay alive for? (and I say this in a very non-suicidal way).
With climate change, disease, the rise of fascism, Ruto, no future for our children...there just doesn't seem to be much to look forward to.
But.
I am enjoying watching these two people fall in love in a very wholesome, real way. No cheese. I'm looking forward to reading several books I bought over this holiday time. I do hope they're really good. I am loving the new romance novel I'm writing. She's a Bajan, he's Palestinian and there's a good chance Harlequin will reject it for political reasons but it's a really good book.
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interim book cover for my second chance romance |
The movie is called Love At First Sight by the way. It's on Netflix. Watch it.
I've been kicked off twitter, which I think is the second thing that's enabled me to do all these other things. I spent too much time doom scrolling. Twitter did me a favor. Though they kicked me out for some bullshit reason. I was apparently an inauthentic account, spreading untrue things.
I can only imagine that the eye of Sauron spotted one of my tweets on Post Election Violence and had them kick me out. That's the only thing I can think of because otherwise they kicked me out for telling people I took the last fudge at Carrefour.
Whatever.
It's for the best I guess.
Whatever has caused this change, whether it's waking up at 3pm every day, or maybe its the hibiscus blend I've been drinking, maybe, its the fact that my son won a lucrative contract and I have work for at least the next two months. Maybe it's because I'm doing things new, things different, things I've been meaning to do for a while but just didn't have the energy for.
After this, I might update one of my fanfics! I know some people who will be very happy about that.
Keep an ear out for that podcast. It'll be beneficial to you if you've ever thought about how the hell to pay a hospital bill.