Starting out with your blog can be scary. Who’s going to read it? Why is my voice special? Writers ask themselves these questions all the time, and that’s normal.
Putting yourself out there requires courage, and that’s a beautiful & strong part of your writer’s soul. Keep writing, darling. Your dreams are just around the corner. This is my love letter to other writers, and to those who give us courage when we don’t see the beauty written between our own lines.Continue reading “The warmth of writers & the magic of encouragement”→
“Will you meet me at La Tour Eiffel? Tonight?” I heard the sounds of a café in the background over the phone. Glasses clinking, French girls laughing- discussing their plans for ce soir, & the love notes of Parisian street music suggested he was already in the heart of the city.
Le Métro de Paris connects the city. Step in, step out. Go ahead and jump the turnstile if you dare. Run away from les contrôleurs, don’t look back. Unless you have somebody waiting, running behind you. Then always look back.
Thanks for the feedback calling for an About page! What do you guys want to see?
It’s still new to me that you lovely readers are interested in my stories, my voice, just little ol’ moi. Likewise, I want to know what you want to know. Boring professional tidbits? My favorite perfume? Literary quips? Let me know, I’ll be waiting. XO. Continue reading “About me, your way”→
“My name is…. and I just moved here. Let’s explore.” Approve. click.
You can’t blame a girl for trying. I’m in a new place, and I don’t know anybody at all. So I posted a string of words, “let’s meet up.” And then I forgot all about it, and my Parisian boys, I’m sorry I forgot all about you. That glass of wine sounded tempting, and watching the stars from your apartment balcon did too. Continue reading “To the Parisian boys I never replied to”→