I learned early that people show their sharpest edges when they think no one is paying attention. I pay attention. Too much. I collect the small ticks, the hungry glances, the way someone grips a fork harder than they should when power slips from their hands. That’s the problem with knowing me. Every crack shows … Read more
I should probably start this by admitting I never meant to write Inventory. I sat down one night with every intention of outlining something normal. A dark romance maybe. A thriller. Something marketable. Instead my brain, bless its feral ADHD logic, went: what if men were the ones shoved into collars, filed, processed, controlled like … Read more
You found it. Somehow you tripped into my corner of the internet, and I’m not going to hold your hand or ease you in gently. This is Better To See It Raw, and that isn’t a cute tagline. It’s a warning. I don’t polish. I don’t package. I don’t wait … Read more