I was planning on posting a 2016 retro post, then I decided against it – I am too nostalgic, too focused on dissecting the past for my own good.

We are a few hours into 2017 already,  I don’t know what the future holds. I don’t know if this year will be as challenging as 2016 was,  or if it will be a positive, radiant one. Or an in-between. Or something else entirely.

I don’t know, and that doesn’t scare me. I am ready. I am ready to work more, I am ready to produce decent words and good stories.


Let’s do this, 2017. Let’s see what you’ve got.


Happy New Year everyone, let’s make that one count.






i haven’t published anything since 2014. I focused on my first novella- length, Lights, and did a lot of things, words and non-words related. It’s been a packed couple of years.

I am very happy to be able to share new stories with you. Lights will be available next year, and I am very proud of this project. To give you a taste of what’s to come, here’s Freefalling. It’s a story set over Christmas, focusing on Niall, one of the lead characters in Lights. It raises questions that will be answered in 2017 so keep your eyes peeled!


Special thank you to Stephen Hamilton for his patience and proofreading skills. I couldn’t do this without you.

Freefalling is available via smashwords for free. Enjoy and don’t hesitate to post a review on smashwords and Goodreads!


Happy Holidays!

PS: can we talk about how awesome my new banner is? Thank you Elizabeth Barone! This woman is a magician.

WIP – A soundtrack

I have been working on this manuscript on and off for almost three years now, and as you can notice, the little bar at the right side of the blog is progressing a little.

I thought I would set the mood with the playlist I use when writing the story of Meira, Aidan, Niall and co. Dark fantasy calls for a lot of Zola Jesus and a little bit of The National, in my opinion.

Blurb and finished draft celebration soon, I promise. Before the end of the year at least.



I Will Never Write an Obligatory Post About Turning 30 and Losing It Big Time

20-year old me.

20 years old, flash at 2 in the morning.

29 years old and 51 weeks me

29 years old and 51 weeks, soothing lights, 1.30 am.


I turn 30 next Sunday.

This is what I could tell you: It’s exciting, and I can’t wait to see what the new decade has in store for me. (off-topic, this is weird to think of what us, eighties babies, have seen during the last 30 years: the birth of the Euro; the fall of the Berlin wall; 9/11; terror everywhere; the rise and fall of boys bands; social media; Britney Spears.)

Except that it’s not true. Yes I want to see the other side. But the truth is, I am absolutely terrified.

In my head, turning 30 means that I should have accomplished a lot of things in my twenties, things that I won’t be able to do after kissing my twenties goodbye. Thanks to the general message in the media and in collective minds that if you’re over 25 and haven’t been published/youtuber/entrepreneur/top of the promotion at some point between age 12 and 20, you’re nothing and it won’t get any better once you reach another decade.

But let’s face it, my fears have a lot to do with the way I have been raised: traditional values mixed with the silent pressure of doing greater things than my family. Go to school, get a job, get married, have kids; a path dictated by people who have fled from abusive families, who married too young, for the wrong reasons, who didn’t finish school, who still struggle to get a job. People who suddenly got this kid from nowhere, a weird child who grew up reading entire books in a day and saw herself as a writer; a kid who learnt to speak languages; an awkward, scared girl who didn’t date anyone until her early twenties.

This part of me, the part who wants to make the aforementioned people proud, this part thinks that her life right now is not enough, that she wasted her twenties seeking things she couldn’t get, instead of working on a career that could have saved her a lot of worries and hurtful comments.  And I think this part is still loud enough for me not to see the other side of the story: that I am more at peace now than I have ever been in my entire life. That, during these ten years, I have written a lot of words; a lot of articles have been published, short stories have been created; one of them won a contest. Works have been completed. I went on tours, sometimes as a merch-girl, most of the time as a passionate fan; I went to Sweden on an impulse trip when I found out I was made redundant. I went on music video sets and helped with casting calls. I went to see some of the best gigs of my  life.  I met amazing talents through interviews and random after shows. I have made friends for life. I dreamt of moving to the UK and I did it. It wasn’t a walk in the park, but I’ve made it. I went from self-medicated rape victim to proud survivor. I am in love, and loved – something I could have never thought possible until it happened.

This is for the part of me that always screams about all this being not enough:

Shut up, because you never understood that we have lived far more than the rest of our blood combined. (And that’s a lot of people, trust me.)

There will be more. There will be travels, there will be more words. There will be teaching abroad later in life if I want to, or food related ventures if I’m up for it, as well as adventures, right here, right now. There will be songs, because I still have time for it. Who cares if I record them in the bedroom. There will be more love to give and be surrounded with; there will be new things to try even if it doesn’t work (looking at you, crochet).

But no more trying to please the far away crowd of unsatisfied dreams.

I’m glad I wrote this. I’m less terrified now. And I have an excellent birthday surprise to look forward to.

Let’s raise a fucking glass. Onwards.




Long time No see

Six months without posting might be a new (and sad) record!

I’m going to keep this short: I’m still working on my beloved story (Two years. It has been two years, from the initial idea to…well, to now, chapter 7), I’m studying (British & American Studies, good to see you again!), I’m running (first 10k ever in 2016!), I’m working (and scored a pretty sweet promotion over the summer).

I still have crazy ideas all the time, though.

I set myself a long list of writing goals for next year.

I will only post here when I have something interesting to say, or when I finally finish and edit Lights (the WIP you keep reading about, yup, that one)

Watch this space….

Look at me, I am a new post!

Happy Bank Holiday Monday!

Yes, I am alive. I haven’t posted in two months, which is not very surprising; I am not a blogger – I would love to, sticking to weekly posts and all, but I feel like all I’d be able to talk about is “Work in Progress still in Progress”; “Real life vs Writer Life: I am Frustrated” or “OMG I made pancakes!”. And I don’t have cute pictures to share. So you lovely people are clearly the winners in this story.

I have a few things to share though, so here’s the comeback of The List! (was it really a thing, The List? Did I call it “The List”? see, not a blogger. *sigh*)

  • You may have seen his name around the internet. Matt Haig is one of my new favourite authors ever. If you had to read only one  book this year Reasons to Stay Alive would be this one.  We always talk about life changing stories and this is a read that will change you, help you or someone close to you.
  • Best Tabletop in ages!!! Wil Wheaton, you perfect storyteller.
  • Speaking of team Geek & Sundry, the one and only Felicia Day (aka my work icon; my not so secret dream is to work on a project with her. Here I said it) wrote a memoir! You’re Never Weird on The Internet (almost) is available in August, my heart is happy, so should be yours.
  • In Greg Berlanti we trust (I didn’t realise it was him behind Everwood. I loved Everwood!)
  • I have a new Punk crush
  • Loved Mad Max? Meet Stephanie Hans

That’s all for today, see you next month?

Why Do I Write #4 – Elizabeth Barone

Four Weeks. Four Mondays. Four Authors. Why Do I Write is a series of thoughts written by indie authors I read, like and admire. 

This is the last instalment in the Why Do I Write series, and I wanted to close it in style. Elizabeth Barone is a huge influence on my own writing journey, and it was impossible not to invite her. We met forever ago, when we were both writing for ourselves and trying to figure this whole thing out. A few years later, Elizabeth is an established indie writer; her love for New Adult shines through her books,  moving, witty stories you can relate to. Her new novel,The Nanny With The Skull Tattoos, is out now. Thank you very much Liz for sharing your journey.



Writing to Outrun My Demons
Life isn’t pretty, but art reminds us that we are alive and can make a comeback.
I started writing to save my own life. Years of struggling with depression and anxiety brought me back to the page, pen in hand. Slowly, I began channeling that energy into stories. Here was a place that I could build my own sanctuary, word by word. I fell in love. My stories were my private therapy sessions, a judgment-free zone where I could figure out the things that poked at my heart like thorns.
For a long time, I kept my stories to myself. Little by little, I shared them with close, trusted friends. When I realized that I could use my words to build worlds that encouraged people to keep fighting no matter what, I knew that this was what I wanted to do forever.
I’ve been to the bottom and back, and I know one thing for sure: I’ll use my last dollar and, someday, my last breath to put what’s in my heart onto the page. Life may cover us in bruises, but there is always hope.  My mission is to keep that message alive.




Elizabeth Barone is an American writer. Based in Connecticut, she writes New adult and romance stories with a grit. She is the author of over a dozen books, including The Nanny with the Skull Tattoos and the South of Forever series. You can support and learn more about Liz here