I love moving. House wise I’ve only moved twice and I was a baby the first time. We lost one of our cats on that first move, he didn’t like the new house. Second time I sulked because I had Disney characters painted on my bedroom wall and I didn’t want to leave them. Blog wise (how ugly is that word: blog. Even worse is blogging. Could we not have picked a nicer word when we changed the internet?) I move all the time. This little place here is the recycled home of an old journal. It was a short-lived affair with one rejected story (my first rejection in fact) and a few oops I never updated posts. I needed somewhere to write that wasn’t Elfwood because I was moving away from fantasy but unfortunately that’s when I stopped writing.
Several months ago I started to write and since then it’s been a muddle of finding a voice again and pulling all those ideas back out of my head. Those of you who read my blog will know I have another bed-themed blog for short stories already. If you’ve been paying attention you’ll have noticed I deleted every post. It was time to straighten things up and frankly I was starting to twist ideas and becoming very aware of every time I typed the word ‘bed’. You’ll find some of them reposted here in a, hopefully, better form along with the rest of my fiction.
I hate introductions but here goes. I’m a nineteen year old girl on the internet, sharing my stories with strangers and friends and the odd enemy who hasn’t caught on yet that I don’t like ‘em. Enjoy.
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