If you didn’t know…

My book is about an asexual girl who happens to falls in love with another girl, much more than that happens but I didn’t want anyone to be think I wrote it with the intention of “Surprise, homo-lovin’.”

Many of you know, but some of you don’t, I am a big supporter of all walks of life and freedom and equal rights for all people. If you’d like to talk with me about it, please feel free to message me on my Facebook page here.

So without further ado, I give you my short synopsis for Endless Days of Summer:

Struggling to cope with the reality of her decision to live away from home, Penelope Van Buren is thrust into college life head first with nothing to break her fall. It’s a whirlwind once her dorm mate convinces her to leave the room. Penelope finds a friend in LGBTQA club but when the questions start flowing through Penelope’s mind she realizes she’s been wrong about so many things.

Seeing the world around her with new eyes, she analyzes an old relationship that may turn out to be even more than she thought it would be. In the end, Penelope needs to do what would make her happy. The problem is she can’t seem to figure out what that is.

Trigger Warning: Sexual Violence

And as my faithful blog readers, you are the first to receive my teaser photo:

EDoS Teaser

Does an apology cover it?

Even if it doesn’t I’ll give you one anyway. I don’t know how many followers I have that truly read my posts, but for those of you that do, I am sorry for neglecting your minds, keeping them from my ramblings for almost a year. If it helps, during my hiatus I underwent the grueling process of editing my 2013 Nanowrimo novel into something suitable for mass consumption and have come out on the other side with a publish worthy book. I submitted Endless Days of Summer and it has found a home with Supposed Crimes LLC.

Set to come out in July, Endless Days of Summer is a story of a girl in her first year of college, struggling with the many relationships she is trying to juggle, all the while trying to figure out life without the manual. I will post more details as they come, probably with a cover reveal and things of that nature.

With that said, I hope to be back here more often blinding your eyes with my ranting and filling your heart with feels. Here’s hoping 2015 sees at least twelve posts from me, if not more.


I suppose I should have mentioned in my last post that I would be unable to post a frequently as I had been due to that fact that all of my writing efforts would soon be funneled into my emerging book.  So to make up for that a little bit, today’s post will be an except from my novel.  Just to give you a little insight, Penelope is the main character and she’s just gone off to college.  She’s missing her best friend an awful lot and just sits around feeling low and kind of whiny.

      I went off to Seattle to attend college, not sure of what I wanted to do but wanting to go north and I liked the weather there.  I miss Summer so much after I left.  She had stayed kind of close to home, about an hour away, and began getting an art degree.  I spent the first two months of school feeling depressed and seriously considering transferring to be close to Summer.  I still had not admitted to myself that I was in love, I just knew that I wanted to be by her side.  My dorm roommate on the other hand was almost never in the room.  She had joined many clubs and one night, after coming home to me eating popcorn and watching musicals for the third night in a row, she informed me that she wasn’t going to let this happen.  I owe the success of my first year of college (at least socially) to Alyssa.  She forced me out of that room and to the group meeting board, told me that I had to pick out three and she would attend them with me, at least the first time.  I chose the LGBTQA club, the art club and the multicultural club. 

We’ll begin with my first meeting to the art club.  I happened to go on a day when most of the members were collaborating on a painting with another member, two person teams, if you will.  I showed up, with Alyssa, but they didn’t have any extra canvases (made sense since we were newcomers), so they split us up and put us with two people that didn’t have partners.  This being the first club that we decided to go to, I was not sold on this whole, adventuring out of my room thing yet.  Then I got paired with a guy wearing a chicken costume.  I cautiously approached him, afraid he might cluck at me, and saw, with a moment of “what the heck“, that he had markers and brushes strapped to the toes of the chicken feet.  As I watched, he lifted one clawed foot and dipped the attached brushes into carefully arranged paint buckets.  Then he set off across the canvas with his hands tucked into his arm pits and elbows flapping, while his feet shuffled their way along like someone trying to wipe mud on a door mat.  He was actually walking and clucking like a chicken across the canvas.  I waited until he needed to reload his brushes, then introduced myself, telling him that I would be his collaboration partner.  He raised his beaked face at me and screamed, “DON’T INTERRUPT MY METHOD!!!!”  That was the precise moment that I figured out that the art club was not for me…