A Simple Assassination

The wind blows across my face as I sit in the café, watching him. Nerves cloud his features as he fidgets with his beer, pulling at the label, running his thumb along the bottle’s lip. All the while, his gaze is intent on the random pedestrians walking up and down the street. He stares at them, one after another, expectant. Still he doesn’t see who he’s waiting for.

And he doesn’t see me.

I take a sip of my wine which is a welcome relief to the warm summer night in Sarajevo. If I had visited this date in this year as a vacation rather than an obligation, I might have enjoyed Bosnia in June. After all, tonight, everything is peaceful. No one can sense what I can. No one knows that tomorrow, a war will begin. Hopefully.

Video: Scandinavia 2016

HELLO SCANDINAVIA. I hung out in Copenhagen, Stockholm, Bergen and Oslo.

Things I learned about myself:

-I say "so, yeah" way too often

-I did a lot of twirling. I kinda liked it, actually

-My hair did a lot of weird things - unsurprisingly, it looked fantastic while it was precipitating

So enjoy my video about my travels to Scandinavia! I had a lot of fun and I hope you have fun watching!!!! :D

My Journey Update 3 - March 2016

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Hi everybody! One of these days, I'll actually post things more regularly, I promise.

It's been awhile, so I wanted to give an update to the three of you who are following my writing journey. (thanks friends - you're the best!)

So in my last update, I told y'all that I FINISHED REVISING ARTHUR'S LADY!!!!!!

Pigrann - Chapter 4: Itri

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<<<Chapter 3

“Tan!” Itri cursed. “Netra tan!”

The contents of the syringe he had been hiding in his pocket all morning still dripped to the floor as Itri stood over his convulsing sister, gaping. No one would believe he had actually dosed her with Pigrann now. No one had ever started seizing afterwards.

More than anything, Itri hoped - no, he prayed to Eoil, that her reaction to whatever that cocktail contained, wouldn’t kill her. “Please don’t die.”

A quick glance to the observation window confirmed one of his fears. The Emperor - Itri still couldn’t believe the man he hated more than anyone in the entire galaxy was standing so close to him - seemed to finally recognize Itri. A different sort of panic shadowed his features, planted through his gaze. With the Emperor’s eyes locked on him, there remained only so much time left for their escape.

My Writing Comfort Zone

Comfort zones have that name for a reason. They're a safe place. Here, we know our routine and have nothing to be scared of because nothing could possibly surprise us. Comfort zones can be great. They can also hinder us from being better.

I've found my comfort zone in writing. And if you've read any of my stories that I've posted on this blog, you can probably see them too. It's only recently (when I was re-reading some of these stories) that I REALIZED I had a writing comfort zone.

And that worries me. Tim Gunn understands.

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