Whoa, this year, amiright? Never has a whole year felt like a damn decade. It seems a bit early to be writing a reflection post about the year, but at the rate I’ve been writing, if I don’t do it now it won’t happen. 2019 has been a difficult year for a variety of reasons. …
Today was a forced interaction day, but it also made me think. And me being me, I write it out. I spent time with an old friend. Not that I couldn’t say no, but there was pressure from both her and her mother to stop by for months now. Without giving too much away, it …
I’m trying my damndest to get back into the habit of writing at least once a week. I have active blogs (one non kink, one kink, and one writing), I’m managing to update none with any regularity. My non kink one hasn’t been updated since June at least even though I’ve had tons of ideas …
Ramble incoming. Buckle up! Imma be honest, I don’t particularly feel like blogging or talking or sharing. So why am I instead of just staying silent? Because that’s the path of least resistance, me not saying anything at all. At times, it feels like I do it, disconnect or disassociate from my thoughts and emotions, …
Sometimes, you don’t know how to deal with things as you’re going through them. When it’s not your relationship directly that’s tumultuous, but you see and feel everything, it can be hard and take a toll. Do you know what doesn’t get talked about often enough? Being the third in a triad when the primary …
I’ve shunted my stories over to story.carathereon.com for my on-going writing month(s), but I didn’t want to leave this space barren. You can go have a poke around there as I’m doing short stories 200-500 words max. It’s a way to not only jumpstart what was my seriously flagging writing, but also promote my Patreon. …
I’ve always been a girl who loved a bit of body modification. I got my first tattoo just after I graduated college. I was 21 at the time and my mother wouldn’t talk to me for 2 days after that. Hard when I still lived with her at the time and raised questions about how …
When I was in high school, I was heavily involved in church activities. Youth group, leading bible studies, on the young leaders group, etc. I was really close friends with another girl in the group who was sweet as pie, and the pastor’s daughter. She honestly was lovely. She was also blonde, pretty, and bubbly. …
I absorb emotions. I believe it’s a form of empathy gone awry, but I find many times I’m extra sensitive to the emotions in the room. I’m an unintentional emotional vampire. By birth, I’m technically a middle child. My older sister is so many years older that it can at times mean I act like …
Something dragging across the floor nearly made her bolt. Pressing back into the dark depths of where she hid, she tried desperately to slow her breathing so it wouldn’t hear her. A heavy thud made her jump, nearly drawing a scream from bloodless lips. Eyes searching wildly in the dark for the too close sound. …