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It’s been a while!
Life is crazy and busy and always changing, but I’ve been able to write again.
If any of you follow me still from my One Direction days, you know writing was my jam. This summer, I was hit with the bug once more and was able to write to full length novels between June and August.
My novel, First Crush, is available for free right now on Kindle Unlimited. If any of you want to give it a read, here’s the link and the synopsis:
Willow Thompson is the top sales rep for New York's largest wine import company, Cin Cin. Reeling from a bad breakup, Willow finds escape hiding in her work: building wine portfolios and jumping from state to state, country to country. She's never in the same place for more than three days, and she likes it that way.
When her boss pulls the rug out from under her and tasks her to help design his new tasting room in the city, Willow is furious. Not only is she unable to bury her head in the sand to nurse her heartache, she needs to take the lead designer on a tour through New York wine country.
Wes MacFadden knows nothing about wine, but he and his brother sure as hell know how to design a killer space. When they botch their sales pitch for Cin Cin's tasting room, Wes is stuck hitting the road with a perfect stranger. Not one to back away from a challenge, Wes agrees but there's a catch: his designs will only be approved only if he can convince Willow he knows what he's doing.
As their time together intensifies, Wes finds himself dying to prove that he's not only the right man for the job-- but the right man for her.
If you take the time to read it, I’ll be forever grateful.

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– Virginia Woolf, from a Letter to Violet Dickinson written c. January 1909
[TEXT ID: "I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It's me. It's me and my head. / In winter, I collapse." END ID]
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Miss you already.
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“are you okay” no bro i constantly feel like i am too much but simultaneously not enough
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where's that quote abt like. being embarrassed abt the thinness of ur life the way ur embarrassed by a threadbare piece of clothing. bc like yeah
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half of adulting is basically you trying not to cry
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dreamy sigh followed by agonized sobbing
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they should invent a way for me to bear it
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― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea
[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]
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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”
[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]
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Cesar Vallejo, from a letter to Oscar Imana written c. January 1918
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Anna Akhmatova, from "Rachel" featured in "The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova" (trans by Judith Hemschemeyer)

H.D, from The Collected Poems: 1912-1944; "For Bryher and Perdita"
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Mary Oliver, "On Thy Wondrous Works I Will Meditate" from Devotions
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“I have to be honest with you. I think about you a lot. All the time, actually. In the morning, at night, in the middle of my day. It’s you. It’s just always you.”
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Worst thing ever in the whole world is when a thunderstorm is forecasted and then it doesn’t storm. literally so rude I was excited for this all day.
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I have loved you in front of mountains, in the midst of busy city streets. I have loved you in the valleys and the hills, where the wild things sleep. I have loved you here and here and here. I think I always have. I think I always will.
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