I write what I want. But nicely.

blankets

Weird essays & blog posts, shadowy slip stream, paranormal & romance, fantasy, and science fiction.
All with a Christian worldview.


Not a collective asset

I’m an enneagram 4, so you won’t be surprised that I’m proclaiming my individuality. But it’s not just me: I believe we’re all uniquely created as individuals and that it’s magical.

I write as me. My thoughts, my experiences, my beliefs, my deep-rooted anxieties, my mistakes, my imagination. And I want to get to know you for your thoughts, experiences, beliefs, mistakes, and anxieties.

So, slide into my DMs, send me an email, show me your books, stories, and photographs. I can’t wait.

But know that I don’t do mob mentality. I do my own research; I make my own choices. And I encourage others to do the same.


What’s with the blankets?

I love blankets; to me they mean comfort and comforting, warmth and shelter, giving and receiving. Sometimes, hiding from the realities of the world, sometimes inviting someone to hide with you.

When writing, I have to be careful. The blankets can start to become gratuitous, and I can’t decide if that’s a problem or not.

“Rebecca! Wait up!” Ty Williams hailed her from down the hall, and she stopped the few seconds it took his long legs to close the distance. He dropped an arm around her shoulder, propelling them forward as he continued a long stride toward the door. “Becca, where have you been? I haven’t seen you in a week. You can’t live in your blankets—We’ve discussed, yes?”

(Excerpt from Smoke & Stone, current WIP)

Ramble with me…

No schedule, no rules. Sometimes my thoughts as I work them out through the keyboard; sometimes announcements about writing, recommendations on books, or wonderings about faith.

Read a story…

Check this space out for random links to free reads. You can read my short story, Spiral, at Daily Science fiction. It’s a literary time travel story.