I write through the passion I have for how much the world around me inspires me, and I create so the world inside me can be manifested.
Mom of 4, Birth Mom of 1, LGBTQIA+, I <3 Love.
Immersive Fandoms Reign Supreme
When I thought about what the best fantasy world could be, my brain ran through several options as fantasy is my absolute favorite thing. So many books and movies came up as potential subjects until I sat down at my writing desk. I then realized that I had focused too hard on those two things while forgetting one important entertainment genre that contains plenty of fantasy: video games.
The Nerd Emporium of Pueblo, Colorado
Living in Pueblo, Colorado, you can travel a short distance for a variety of sights: Pike's Peak is about an hour away, or you could visit down south in Rye to see some beautiful mountains and forests. In town, there are the usual places, like authentic Mexican cuisine restaurants, Chinese places, and all of your typical chains (most of which sell Pueblo's infamous green chile). Shopping selections leave little to be desired, with the mall having lost a great deal of stores and major chains such as Sears and K-Mart shutting down.
When You Roam the Nowhere Road
When you roam the nowhere road you'll find yourself at peace, at home... not once, not twice, but any old place that gave you the comfort to show your true face.
Anne of Green Fables
Anne needed a kitchen that looked nothing like the one she had growing up, and her desperation for this goal to become a reality had manifested into an all-consuming dream in adulthood. The kitchen had been a happy place for the family to come together at meal times, but in between meals, it was a planning station for the fall-backs regularly experienced due to Mama's inconsistencies and Papa's drinking problems. Finally, her wish was becoming a reality as she helped develop her new home she'd had built over the past year. Anne specified that she wanted a meal room and a place for company to sit and have tea and coffee, while the planning and the bills would be at her desk in the sitting room. Kitchens were places to create new and joyous food wonders, to have conversations with friends and laugh together over delicious tastes, and she firmly stuck to this outlook. The kitchen had to be perfect. It was the center of many potentially good memories to make in the future.
Self Care is For You, Not Your Work
If you're a Millennial like myself, you probably have a good portion of your social media life dedicated to having shared memes. You probably have your fair share of mental health struggles as well because Millennials, am I right?
To Interpret the Fruit of a Dream
Her dreams were always more vivid in Autumn, and she deduced that it was from the daytime comforts of taking in the vivid hues of orange and red in the decor that she displayed in the front window of her little downtown bookstore. She loved to create seasonal themes for her merchandise; it was one of the best parts of being a business owner. However, the red and green of Christmas nor the gold and pink of wedding season held her mind as much as the upcoming Halloween season. The little bowls of candy mixed through faux leaves smelled like fresh costumes and plastic, whimsical playtime.
Horror Movie Noobing
Horror fans are an entirely unique genre of human beings, and I've always had an interest in befriending them (unless they were the snob type who looked down upon people who had not seen many horror movies, I don't do very well with that kind of energy.) I mean, if you're going to befriend someone with unique interests, why not choose the ones who find amusement or entertainment in blood and gore? There has to be something interesting to explore there. My theory has generally always been correct but I've also discovered more than interesting people: horror fans, especially hardcore ones, are passionate, creative, and analytical about their fandom, and it helped me understand that the fandom goes far beyond having a penchant for prop guts and fake blood.
Dream of Me, Dream for Me
It was the same nightmare every single night, and nothing Wyatt did would make it go away. With a hunting rifle over his shoulder, his heavy boots would crunch over frozen twigs and leaves, always enchanted by the frozen pond further into the forest. Each time he approached the unusually clear ice, he'd drop his rifle and crawl on hands and knees to the edge of the frozen prison.