Living In-Between Earth and Sky

Reader. Writer. Blogger. Traveler. Snippets from my blog & my stories & quotes I love. Unless otherwise noted all pictures and writing are mine.

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The Writer's Journey

Much like the Hero’s Journey or a walk through the Major Arcana in a deck of Tarot cards, a writer follows a journey too with all the potent

Between all the milestones there have been long lulls and other detours into uncharted territory where it was difficult to find my way back. But each time I did, I gained momentum. My face toward the light, the only direction I was ever meant to follow.

As a writer, the only thing to do is don’t give up.

Don’t give up.

Don’t give up.

What trajectory has your writer’s journey taken? What has it taught you?

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In this story, I dance and play with time. And maybe one day, I’ll take these ideas and characters and expand them into something more. But for now, enjoy this short experimental piece.

Postcards

I. The postcard arrived on an early June afternoon when the weather hadn’t yet decided how to behave.

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I took wildly different approaches to writing my first two novels—one took ten years before I had a grip on it, this current one took four months! What approaches do you take to writing drafts? I’m curious if this resonates with any other writers out there ✨

On Completing My Second Novel

This past week I completed a pretty big project: 85000 words (i.e.

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Fire and Light

The four of us trudged up the mountain in the mud without a care that it was after midnight or that we only had one faulty flashlight betwee

Astrofictions Story Series: These will be short, slice of life pieces, speculative and a bit experimental. They are meant to be fun and a bit thought provoking.

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Do you believe stories channel through us, that we are tapping in and telling the stories of our soul?

Stories from Elsewhere

My friend Angela sat across from me in the outdoor courtyard, her head of spikey, gray hair illuminated by the fairy lights in the trees abo

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If you are a writer, a reader, a star gazer, a lover of the cosmos, a dreamer, a believer in magic and mysticism, this is for you 🔭

Welcome to Astrofictions

Where stories and stars collide 🌠

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My 2026 word: Process

My 2026 tarot card: the Empress

This is my year of getting lost in the messy, creative process. This is my year of no distractions, only completions.

Beginnings: Where I'm Going (Part 2)

I will still post here and other places at random with pictures and process. But time for a long, indefinite blogging pause.

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Penultimate post before the long, indefinite blogging pause. Here's a glimpse of where I've been the past ten years: Endings: Where I've Been (Part 1)

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What gifts did 2025 provide for you (in all its mysterious ways)? What pivotal moments or emotional imprints stood out to you, that changed you in profound or subtle ways?

My 2025 Recap: Wisdom From the Trenches of 2025

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We are still inching toward darkness, the time of year of woodsmoke, decaying pine, and shadows. Bonfires, traces of first frost, and hints of magic. Long hours reading in cozy cafes, studying in libraries, creating sigils by candlelight. Long walks through darkening wood, cold, sandy beach, or stone paths through quaint streets of cities and villages where the sky opens and pours starlight and love from the deepest of distances.  Full Blog Post: Deep Autumn

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When you go chasing myths, sometimes you find them. Like finding constellations in the night sky. Your mind connecting dots, stories from elsewhere coming into focus. Told and retold and passed down through time and space. Origins always questionable. But sometimes when the pieces are too disjointed, you end up stitching them together to create something entirely your own.

Dancing through stories of starships, death rituals, and forbidden libraries across the Torajan dreamscape.

Full post: Chasing Myths and Catching Mysteries

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Nights become longer than days, and the late summer rains bleed into autumn keeping the air damp and sticky. When the rain stops and clouds clear, somehow the stars feel closer. My new apartment presses against the mountain range to the west keeping it cool and breezy, blowing away the day's humidity. Autumn has always been my favorite time of year--my birthday, Halloween, Samhain. The season of harvest, the season of change. The season to cast spells and burn sigils. The season to conjure magic and experience its unfolding. 

The Turning of Autumn: A Welcoming

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As we sit here at the far edge of earth's tilt and pause, do you surrender to the lightness or to the heaviness of summer? 

The Solstice Pause

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I'm grateful for a lot these days in this ever madding world. And one of those things is books. Not only having the time and space to write them, but also read them. I've more than enough posts on writing and books and how they have impacted my life, so for the first time, I will write about some of my favorites, ones that I am grateful exist and what they mean to me. These are not reviews or summaries, but something more. They are about what gives the stories pulse and beauty and how they (though fiction) speak a truth that could not be told in any other way. 

Gratitude and Books

What are some books you are grateful for that have impacted your life in unexpected and beautiful ways?

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When I stop moving through the world and life as though it's an illusion, it becomes more vibrant, more real. I see it as a creation I can work with and immerse in. I stop making every experience something other than what it is. I stop projecting meaning onto everything and simply live. 

New year. New post. Untangled.

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Sikkim is filled with temple secrets, sprawling tea gardens, and waterfalls that flow down mountains and over roads. It oozes untamed lands, mysterious rituals, and unspoken words hidden in the folds of everything. This land swallowed me and showed me what it means for a place to be woven with mystery, for a place to haunt you long after you leave. But that is not where this story begins. Full Post: Traversing Landscapes & Stories

As we cross into this new season and into the new year, what will you carry over with you? Or will you simply traverse the complex layers of this raw and wild universe again and again? 

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Something akin to telepathy, books bring you inside the mind of another, far removed from where you stand, transmitting thoughts and insights and channeled worlds directly to you here, now. I can I travel deeper and further than anywhere I could reach on earth--through time and space, the world over, and into dimensions and realities that I otherwise would not have access. 

I lose myself in these worlds of words, and then I rip them apart. I analyze the structure, the voice, the craft, and the whys and the hows. Whereas writing, for me, is an intuitive act that sprouts from elsewhere, reading (including my own work) is an act of purposeful exploration, pulling back veils and uncovering the hidden layers between the written words. 

World of Words (full post)