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“Lucy, no. You don’t get it. How long until someone figures out that you’re important to me? How long until you follow me into some stupid bad situation?” I turned, tears rolling down my cheeks. “You are my best friend. I would never forgive myself if you got hurt like this, just to be my best friend. So I am begging you, please, walk away. Not forever, but for right now.”

“Zoë, no! Are you kidding me? You need me more now than ever!” She reached for me again, and I backed up. “You’re serious.”

I wiped the tears off my face. “Something’s wrong with me, and I need to sort it out. And you need to let me.” Big, fat tears welled in her eyes. “Oh, Lucy, please don’t cry!” I held my hands out to her, and she grabbed them like a lifeline.

She pushed away the tears on her shoulders. “Not forever.”

"No, I couldn’t live without you forever.”

Lucy pulled me in for a big hug. “If you need me…” She echoed Daniel’s earlier offer in a whispered breath in my hair.

“I know. Thank you.”

And with one last squeeze, my best friend walked away.

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Tonight one of my longtime friend's teenage daughter, K, popped up to tell me she had seen a kid at her school in Pennsylvania with my book, and "they were very strongly recommending it to their friends". 

At first, I thought she was being cute about telling me that she was reading and recommending my book, but apparently not! 

One of the kids at school I saw today. No one had heard of the author before, though but in my head, I was like, "Woah, I know her!"

I almost feel famous! ;-) Someone is getting some free swag for making my night! It's the little things, folks! 

Thanks, K!

I'm looking for a few beta readers for my sequel to "Whispers of the Dead":

So not a cover reveal! My cover artist is so much better!!

In order to qualify, you must be:

- familiar with Zoe's world and have read "Whispers of the Dead",
- able to read and comment within 48 hours of each chapter I drop,
- on Facebook, as the group for beta reads is set up there, and
-  professional. I can take constructive criticism, but I will not tolerate stupidity.

Still interested? Send me a message on my author page on Facebook and I will add you.

I'm looking forward to the exchange!

for Cameron

It's not easy being green,
or blue for that matter,
as if you chose your life
and all the little pieces inside,
that sometimes, just sometimes,
cause you to stumble
right where you stand.

How can you see
the path laid out for you
when there are oh so many
whispering voices
begging for your attention,
slipping into dreamscapes
until you must face them.

But face them you must,
and demand that they be quiet!
or at least less loud, please
until you can find your feet again
to run free into your happiness
and only hear your special melody
played lovingly across your heartstrings.

<3

There is a tickle in my head
that rambles on and on
about the things I'd done
once upon a time
and the dreams I've dreamt
that I cannot possibly do.

Sometimes I rub a little hope
like an herbal salve
atop of the curvature
of my pitter-pattering heart
to quiet the voices
whispering in my head.

But sometimes nothing works,
there is no solution,
no remedy to be had,
and the voice becomes a choir
a million pieces of thought
filling the harmony of my life.

And I am left trapped,
hostage to my own fears,
until I can find a way out again.

in the space between my thoughts
there is just a moment of pause
so filled with electrical stuffs
waiting for connection
that it may pass into being
and be pressed against its destiny
along the wallpaper of my soul

I have trouble connecting,
always torn between
being worthy and finding worth
in reaching out into a world
that has too often
bitten instead of bussed,
tired of the bumps and bruises,
the disappointing ends
to such promising beginnings.

I realize part of that is me,
my naivete that I am the exception
to the game I've watched play out
with those who have stepped in
just moments before me,
the explosive crash and burn,
and yet here I go into the fray,
surprised that I am not
somehow fireproof.

So this thing in front of me,
this new and different opportunity,
leaves me breathless and wanting,
but painfully aware of possibilities
that scream of the shattered pieces
that will remain to be picked up,
because I thought I was special,

instead of being left behind
by people who promised more.

But I want to be wanted,
and I wait as the details fall into place,
addicted already to the anticipation
of everything that can come.

It feels like a rollercoaster,though my feet remain firmly plantedin the lingering fear and doubtI cannot seem to brush off. 
I reach without grasping,as if treading water amidst the air,flailing, gasping at nothingness,weary from the mental exercise.
Then you appear and touch me,fingertips warm against my skin, the world slowing around me, giving me a chance to step off.
And I can breathe again.