Because nothing screams stability like being awake in the pitch-black hours, brain running a thousand miles an hour thanks to ADHD, hammering out thoughts about obsession while nursing caffeine jitters from a drink I swore I wouldn’t touch past midnight. Here’s the deal: obsession gets dressed up as drive when society wants to market it. … 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