The Nanny with the Skull Tattoos
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Blog postI meant to pop in here forever ago, but things have been busy (as usual).
For the past couple years, I’ve been blogging on this domain and using my author website as a place to showcase my books. I also ended up with a domain for the South of Forever series, another for Maietta Ink… It was all getting a bit much to keep up with.
I had my author website on Wix, but this spring it was up for renewal. I liked Wix at first but haven’t been too thrilled with it these past couple mo -
Blog postvia Unsplash It’s an established fact that I don’t get along with medication that affects my brain chemistry. Zoloft? Neurontin? Abilify? Nope, nope, nope—all poison to my sensitive system. I’ve learned that the hard way. For the past year and a half, I’ve avoided them completely—except for Tramadol, my main weapon for treating my UCTD. I often forget that Tramadol affects your serotonin levels, though.
After I had the flu, I stopped taking Tramadol. The Plaquenil and Predn -
Blog postvia Unsplash Today marks 10 years since I got sick and didn’t get better. I have a lot of complicated feelings about the whole thing. 10 years ago today I felt a weird tingling and numb sensation radiating from my wrist to my elbow, and shortly after that it turned into joint pain. In the years that followed, each of my joints systematically became affected until I was completely disabled.
It’s been a long, exhausting journey—physically, mentally, and emotionally. I’ve been -
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Blog postvia Unsplash It’s been a full week since I last posted here, which is weird for me because I’m usually a font of word vomit. I managed to come down with another flu virus, though, so I’ve been busy napping. This bout was particularly nasty and, from what I understand, it’s been going around. I didn’t even bother to get swabbed, because the second my eyeballs started hurting and my temp started climbing, I knew.
Still, it’s been rough. For several days, I had muscle, joint, and s -
Blog postIf I’ve gotten nothing else out of this whole autoimmune disease gig, it’s that living with one is fucking weird. I have Undifferentiated Connective Tissue Disease (UCTD). Basically, my immune system is confused and is attacking my connective tissues: joints, skin, tendons, etc. My UCTD could be pre-Lupus, pre-RA, or something else entirely. Right now my rheumatologist is treating it as UCTD with Prednisone and Plaquenil.
Many autoimmune diseases are completely invisible. On the -
Blog postvia Unsplash I’m 99.9% sure I have the flu again; my eyeballs hurt, I’m exhausted, my skin feels like it’s on fire, my muscles ache in places I didn’t even know I have muscles… I basically slept all day yesterday, went to bed early, and already I’m ready for another nap. I’m totally okay with that.
Apparently this year’s flu shot didn’t include the A strain flus. Plus, because I’m on Plaquenil and Prednisone, my immune system is a bit, well, nonexistent.
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Blog postvia Unsplash Two years ago today, I released my third novel, The Nanny with the Skull Tattoos. In the two years since, this little book and I have had a wild journey together. It was the first romance I published, which was nerve-wracking enough, but I’d decided to push the boundaries with the social issues I tackle in my writing.
A single dad, dealing with his daughter’s irresponsible mother while trying to put himself through college.
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Blog postvia Unsplash Over a decade ago, a guy I was dating raped me. I feel dirty just typing that, but there it is. For the longest time, I didn’t even remember the event, but it kept assaulting me from the depths of subconsciousness. It wasn’t until November 2015 that I finally started dealing with this and other traumas in both therapy and writing.
It was harder than I’d even imagined it would be. Basically, I spent months reliving every trauma I’d experienced—all at once. It was hel -
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Blog postvia Unsplash Trigger Warning: The following discusses self-injury.
A couple days ago, a book blogger posted a photo on Instagram that several members of her audience and the book community felt triggered by. In the photo, she’d painted her hand and arm blue and added bleeding cut marks in gold. When several people politely pointed out that her photo was making them think of self-harming, she became defensive, saying she hadn’t read the book yet and didn’t know that it was h -
Blog postThe icy scent of frost floated in through the window, cracked open an inch to let the blazing hot air from the furnace out. Max paused the composition he was mixing on his laptop and inhaled. The air smelled like snow—a clean, cold smell that burned his nostrils. Glancing at the calendar above his desk, Max counted the days until the end of the fall semester. Little more than two weeks remained. He needed to hurry up and finish his final projects.
Leaning back in the squeaky desk chai -
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