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Gilded Grace– Chapter Two
Rachel, the house maid, was kind enough to run upstairs to get me a new dress and stockings. She was also kind enough to lace me up. I slipped past Jacques to grab a quick sip of his household cure-all tonic, and within an instant I felt almost normal again. The screeching cop’s siren, the…
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The Prologue.
“I cannot wait to read your novel” is the written 42 times in my senior high school yearbook. When I first went to college, I took a creative arts class every semester. I did not pick it as my major, because my parents were very “boomer” minded with the “you need to pick a major…
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Gilded Grace- Chapter One
I had become so used to the smell of blood following me; that I had no idea what to do when it pooled on the street right in front of my shop. Do I run? Do I cry for help? The body was twisted, pelvis up but mouth on the ground. No one had seen…
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Struggles With Interoception
About 5 months ago, I was talking to my neurologist about struggles I have had with memory loss. I always thought it was a complication of brain surgery I had to have when I was 20. Turns out, it’s likely that I wasn’t losing memories, I was never really storing them. That, along with multiple…
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One Life, Two Timelines
My day job is in biomanufacturing, and it is a very unorganized chaos, like when too many secondary characters are cluttering with side stories and pulling focus away from the main plot. The basics of the day job come across as simple—follow instructions in a clear outline, step-by-step. The issue is each step is interwoven,…
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My Mid-Life "Writis" 