I’m Alive, I Swear

It’s been so long my dear friends! Don’t worry, I’ll spare you the excuses. Instead, just humor me and pretend to care as I give a brief life update.

Adulthood: I officially graduated from university (miracles happen). I’m a real adult these days. I pay bills and file taxes and even spent hours pouring over different healthcare plans today. I mean, I also spent a few hours watching Buzzfeed videos, but we won’t talk about that.

Location: Straight after graduation, I packed my bags, left the farm (kidding), and ventured out to the big city. Los Angeles, that is. I moved here for all the usual reasons, becoming an artist and changing the world and all that. What better time to be naive then my twenties?

Projects: So my “ticket” to Los Angeles was an internship at NBC, and a “plan” to become a screenwriter. To be honest I haven’t done that much screenwriting, but I have dedicated time to a few other artistic pursuits. I’m working on another novel, working title In Time. I started a food blog called eatsleepreheat which you all should check out. AND I got my first real guitar! I’m in love. With the guitar that is. #foreveralone. Anywho, this brings me to another major project: music. I started a Youtube channel that I intend to dedicate to it, as a means of forcing myself to practice. I’m hoping posting this will mean I’ll be too ashamed to stop posting, even when I’d rather watch Buzzfeed videos.

I hope you all check out my channel. It will consist of songs I’ve written as well as a few food related videos as a complement to eatsleepreheat. I’ll add a videos section to this blog so you can can see what I’m posting on there. I’m sure you’re just dying to see what sort of Oscar worthy gold I’ll be posting, so I’m giving you a sneak peak below. Fingers crossed to me doing a better job with the channel than I have with this blog 🙂

What Scares You: Story # 3

Hey guys! So this is an excerpt from the third story I am releasing tomorrow, it’s called “What Scares You.” If you’re interested in the others check out my previous posts, called “Loveless” and “We Met at Target.”


A bad date could just be the start of the night when everything changed. Drunk drivers, quiet bars, and unsolicited confessions create an epic formula that will either bring two strangers together or tear them apart; its only guarantee is how it will unravel them.

And here’s the excerpt:

“Siblings?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“An older brother,” she smiled, leaving the faraway world she’d been visiting before he called her back. “He just got married last summer. The girls a bitch-”

He let out a weird humph, some mixture of astonishment and a nervous laugh that almost made her regret what she’d said.

“But it’s true!” She protested.  She sighed and rolled her eyes, as if someone was forcing her to admit her fault, “But she helped him get his life together I guess and he’s happy…at least I think so. So good for them…I guess.”

“I hope that wasn’t your toast at the wedding,” he said, his eyes widening in fear.

“I didn’t get the chance to make one,” she said regretfully. She propped her chin up on her palm, and looked up at him for the briefest of seconds before fixing her eyes to his coaster. She had never dated anyone who used a coaster before. She was trying to decide if she liked it or not.

“Is there a story there?” He asked. He was too curious now to regret the way his voice betrayed his interest.

She smiled slowly, sadly, at the coaster, “Maybe I’ll tell you one day.”

She looked back at him. Her eyes were a warm, strange mixture. Chocolate with a hint of sunlight, sad and bright, he liked looking at them, though he couldn’t explain why.

“What about you?” She asked in a high voice, blinking the mystery away.

Thanks for reading! If you’re interested, you can buy my stories here.

Happy Halloween!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Because I Love You

Hello all! I know I haven’t been on here for like a century but life’s been pretty busy! I finished up my semester in Florence, gallivanted through Italy and France with my sister, met some new cousins (literally) by the French Riviera, and said goodbye to the end of an era :(…

I have been back in America for about a month now (still suffering from the last remnants of reverse culture shock). I’ve been keeping busy by writing, which brings me to the main point of this blog. I have recently  discovered this super cool thing called Smashwords that helps writers get their work into digital distribution sites for free. So basically it helps me get my work to more people with less work. Needless to say I love it! Since I’m new to the whole thing I’m trying it out and I posted a story called “Because I Love You” on there. I would love it if you all would go check it out, give me feedback, and tell your friends and your frenemies and complete strangers to check it out (the story’s free!!!!! (it’s because I love you (I’ll stop now (but you know it was pretty clever))).

Anywho if this little experiment goes well I plan on using the site a lot, I’ve got quite a few short stories that are just dying to be read. Stay on the look out for that! Thanks for all your support, that’s all for now.



You’ll Find Me in the Middle

Every time she turned a page, he could feel her getting closer to something. Something. In the beginning he didn’t want to be bothered. He wasn’t ready to open himself up again. It had been so long, he could feel how far away he had gone, like stuck-together pages, like a book that’s been binded on both sides. There was no way in, no way to find the truth. But she was getting so close, close to where his heart lay. Like a sleeping beast, forgotten for so long it couldn’t remember its function. She would be the one to call it back.

He kept going back to the moment when it all started. He couldn’t muster up the energy to care, he had been picked up and put down so many times, not once had anyone persisted long enough, no one had seen all the parts of him. Some saw the beginning of his story, others just the end, but never the middle. So many had skipped to the end, to a conclusion that had no true meaning if you hadn’t stuck around for everything leading up to it. Its really the middle people need to stick around for, he thought. Endings, good or bad always brought closure. Middles are uncertain and uncomfortable, it was where he was most vulnerable. He believed that she could see that. He could see her, right in the middle: cross-legged, leaning on her closet door, gently prying open pages like there was something precious hidden in between each leaf. It made no sense to him, how he treasured his moments with her knowing the impossibility of it all. But when her hair would slide down from the loose bun she kept it in, quickly brushing against the page before she put it up again, he never felt more like fiction.


There’s a certain kind of beauty found in secrets that exist nowhere else. And maybe that’s what drew me to him; I could already tell he was full of them. Or maybe it was his boldness, and the way he was so completely unaware of it. Like he thought the rest of the world also had no problem just walking right up to the Queen of England and striking up a conversation. Ok, so maybe I’m not the Queen of England, but that’s beyond the point.

You know how some people just have sparkles in their eyes? Well, his were like that. Like miniature suns allowed to exist as a constant assurance for those who needed it that there was always a light shining somewhere, even in the darkest of nights. You would see his eyes and smile, there was nothing complicated or unsettling about it.

But there was something complicated and unsettling about him, probably the same things that drew me to him. He was so unaware of the rest of world, the way they saw him, the things they thought of him. He didn’t adhere to their conventions. He was different. He was a mess.

None of that mattered when my cheek was tucked in the crook of his neck, my eyelashes brushing his collarbone, another attempt to get as close to him as humanly possible, another attempt to distract myself from the nervous flutters in my stomach that matched those of my eyelashes. And I would be so entranced, listening to his heartbeat, tracing the curves of his arms and hands that I could always hear it when he smiled. There always came a sigh before it. One that to me, signified contentment, wonder, and all the power stored in those little moments that took your breath away. Then I’d smile against his chest, my fingers still dancing across the skin of his arms as I whispered, “I love you.” I could always feel him shiver then as if it ran through both of our spines.

“You’re better off without me.”

He always had this way of ruining the moment, making me feel like the girl who’d climbed onto his motorcycle that first day, desperately searching for something, somehow thinking a troubled boy on a secondhand motorcycle was the answer. Well he wasn’t, and we both knew it.


A self-proclaimed cynic, Eli is unsurprised by her boyfriend’s betrayal yet its impact goes beyond what she realizes; a cruel bet, an array of secrets, and a thousand lessons not yet learned teach her how to trust again as an unlikely boy shows her a kind of love she never knew existed.

After Eli finds her boyfriend cheating on her, she seeks an escape. She heads to the beach to spend the summer before college with her two best friends. When Eli is unable to move past the betrayal, the girls devise a distraction; a bet about their handsome neighbor. Yet their thoughtless competition goes too far and their friendships are tested as they began to wonder how much they really know about each other and themselves. In the chaos, they manage to learn the truth about love, self-acceptance, and the journey back from rock bottom.