A Different Sort of Letter.

This letter is going to be different from my usual fare. I won’t be sharing much about the content I’ve been consuming or my attempt at filling my emotional well. This is just a letter wrought with confessions, hopes, and apologies. 

First, the apology. I’ve made a liar of myself. Last time we spoke I promised to have bigger news and more to tell. Let me spoil the surprise now, dear reader, and tell you I do not have any big news to share. At least, none that I can say that I am particularly proud of.

A Hemorrhage of Us will now be published on March 21st, 2025 as opposed to its original winter date for this year. I am more than a little disappointed in this but I think that this is the right call for not only me but for the story that I am trying to tell. There are goals that I have for this book, ambitions I would love to see fulfilled, and to give myself the best chance at that, I need just a little more time. 

I’ve been writing more outside of my edits and revisions – AUs, short stories, and begrudgingly, poetry. I had the pleasure of meeting one of my best friends in person this month and she lovingly bullied me into attempting poems again. 

Don’t misunderstand, dear reader, I love writing. I have always clung to words and stories and cannot remember a time in which I was not writing. But in that, there is a thorn, a confession.

I have always written as a way to dissociate and hide myself away from a disenchanting reality. It dawned on me that I’ve never written about good things, things that I could relate to positively. Every poem I’ve ever written has been about heartbreak, loss, or wanting. I didn’t and don’t know how to write about anything else. All of my stories are the product of discontent and disenchantment and that realization made me look at my work a little differently. 

Will I always be writing sad girl poetry? Must I constantly romanticize the small things to make up for the larger, less present things? 

Perhaps I’ll stumble on a way to reframe this but for now, it just seems to be a part of my reality. 

Other things have been a part of my reality that were beautiful and don’t require the smallest bit of romanticizing. I spent time by the sea, another one of my best friends became a published author this month, I began journaling again, I climbed to the top of my favorite lighthouse, and met one of my best friends in person for the first time. Things are beautiful even if they are not always good.

And, speaking of beautiful things, I have a gift, dear reader. If you follow me on Instagram you’ll have already seen this image but it is one of my favorite pieces I have commissioned of Rayne and Hawthorne.

Done by the delightful and immensely talented @milirine on Twitter & Instagram, here is the meadow scene from AHOU. There are quite a few important elements to the story hidden in the picture. Any guesses?

Thank you for remaining, dear reader. I hope to see you soon and to have more to give next time we meet. Stay lovely <3