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Love Bites (And So Do I) Inspired by the girls from the Lonely Girls Co-Op, this is #2 of 13 before Halloween. Dr. Vivian Cross had been a breakup coach for thirty-seven years, which was impressive considering she looked thirty-two and had actually been alive since the Crimean War. The “Dr.” was honorary. She’d attended medical school in 1889, but… Continue reading The Breakup Coach

A Halloween Tale of Stories Stolen and Souls Saved For the thirteen nights leading up to Halloween, I’ll be sharing a story each evening. Little hauntings, strange encounters, and moments that don’t quite stay on the page once you’ve read them. Some will be eerie. Some will be tender. All of them are October at heart. So settle in with… Continue reading The Bibliophagist

A cautionary tale about writer’s block, desperation, and things that go bump in your analytics I’ve been dead for three days and I’m still refreshing my Substack stats. This is hell, obviously. Not the fire and brimstone kind. The kind where you’re trapped reliving your most desperate moment forever. Mine just happens to be 2:47 AM on a Tuesday, hunched… Continue reading The Last Thing She Googled

Occasionally new inspiration slips through the worries and I get create. Here’s where I found myself today: Louisa—Lou, if she trusted you enough to use it, which she didn’t, not really, not anymore—had been at war with the postal system for exactly seven days, thirteen hours, and what felt like six hundred soul-crushing minutes. Each morning she checked the tracking… Continue reading Signature Required

I’m not 100% sure how it happened. Yes, you read that correctly. Yes, I know I’m trying to finish editing by October, but I accidentally started writing a lesbian western. It was on a whim and mostly as a joke, but it started a few nights ago. It’s not bad. I allowed myself to be a bit silly with the… Continue reading Accidentally Wrote A Lesbian Western

An Ode to BBC Mysteries This ode was written with heartfelt affection for Rosemary & Thyme. I’ve been deep into the BritBox app for AppleTV today and got inspired when I went for my English breakfast tea. O hush, the hedgerows rustle low— Another vicar’s met his fate. A gardener’s spade, a poisoned scone, The village fair runs ten minutes… Continue reading Murder Among the Marigolds