Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Status Update - I/E & Love UnSeen

Hey, everyone,

I'm sorry I've been a bit MIA. Various reasons, including lack of internet at various points, but you don't really need excuses.

The long and short of it is I just haven't been able to write much lately. And I'm really sorry.

Honestly, I'm hoping to get back into weekly postings of Love UnSeen, but as for In/Exhale, I'm honestly not sure when that'll be ready to start up again. Maybe a month?

I wish I could give you better answers, but I figured you deserved at least this much. I'm sorry the past year has been so insane. I'm sorry it's taking me so long to finish In/Exhale's third season. It will happen... just not quite yet.

As always, appreciate your support and patience.


PS - In case you're interested in catching up or re-reading, you can find the Table of Contents for In/Exhale here and for Love UnSeen here.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Kind Of Bummed

Hey all,
first off thanks to the 4 readers who commented and thanked me after the last chapter of NB last week. You guys rock!

I can't help that I'm actually kind of bummed and feel somewhat hurt though. I know no one posts on Tuesdays currently so I thought I will just post this today.

I had posted a longer emotional last chapter intro, had added my email just in case people want to write privately, had even added some pictures (yes, there were two at first) to the last chapter which I was excited about but I can't help I feel that somehow all the work I put into those 37 chapters, making sure I posted every week for people who like the story and really gave it my best shot seems a little unappreciated and I'm discouraged right now to keep going and post anymore in the future. I'm not asking for comments all the time but this was the very last chapter of NB and I was hoping to get a little bit more on comments to at least say Thank You. I also understand that some people can't comment or want to stay anonymous but 4 comments on a final chapter after 37 weeks seemed very little.

I was debating if I should post this because I really don't want to whine or complain and I didn't want to let this get to me but these last couple of days my mind was spinning as in "Did they not like the end?","Should I have ended it more devy?","Was the picture weird?","Did I overdo by putting my email address on here?"and so on...

Annabelle is writing about being insecure which I don't think she has anything to worry about, she is a published writer after all but for me who is an amateur this end to NB kind of put a damper on my writing and posting spirit. No comments can sometimes mean that people may not have good comments so there comes that insecurity into the picture. Maybe I'm not really worthy to even post here.

I know this was a long story once again and I thank everyone who at some time or another commented or let me know they are still out there following along. It meant so much to me.
And for me personally this is the only assurance I have by posting here and with that opening up a part of my soul and letting myself be vulnerable to some extent. I am not published, I am not in any writing group or whatever it is that writers do, I'm not an English major at college,  I'm just a person writing stuff and a couple of years ago finally finding the courage to share my stories here on the Blog.

I now edited and shortened my intro, took out my email address because maybe it was too much. I also deleted the second picture. I felt kind of dumb going to all the lengths of finishing this up.

Well, I think I speak for every author who posts on here. Our stories are unique and only reach an extraordinary small audience because our stories are not the norm and are not mainstream, they are created out of lots of emotional tumult sometimes, finding ourselves and finding peace with who we are and what we like.
Sharing these pieces of our creativity with like minded individuals, people who most likely are just like us and understand where our stories originate from means so very much to us. Writing these stories opens up our inner workings to our readers and with that makes us vulnerable to a certain extent.
We gain strength and motivation from YOU out there who reads and follows along. You are our drive and we need you to let us know that you are there.

You, our readers mean a lot to us, maybe more to one author than another.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Update to The Girl I Didn't Kill For

Well, I am slightly horrified that I seem to be the only one posting here anymore now that Dani finished her wonderful story. Eeek, no pressure! Anyway, will try to keep posting weekly. And I've got so much stuff written, it's a little ridiculous, so no worries there.

Here is Chapter 7!

Table of Contents

And if you run out of stuff to read, you can check out Book 1: The Girl I Didn't Marry, where Nick and Jessie first meet, fall in love, Nick gets injured, and then becomes the badass he is today.  Plus I got like ten other books available.  Check 'em out!

Thursday, September 21, 2017

New Beginnings Chapter 37 - The End

My dearest NB readers,
the time has come and this is my last chapter for New Beginnings.
Wow, it has been an awesome experience once again. Posting and sharing this story with you was something I looked forward to every week. I will miss coming here, I will miss all of you and seeing that people are reading my stories even though I don't know who most of you are or where you are from. My heart goes out to all of you.

Anyways, I am finishing this with a sad and happy heart. Writing is my way of dealing with lots of things and so being able to share with you my amateur work is a privilege and I am so thankful to all of you who have followed along from the start. Your praise and your loyalty means so much to me.

Here is the final chapter of  NB Chapter 37
Thanks again and hope to be back soon,
Lots of love, yours sincerely, Dani

Here is also the Table of Contents
TOC New Beginnings

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Update to The Girl I Didn't Kill For

Hi all!  Thank you so much to everyone who commented last week!  I know this is a little different from my usual stories, so I appreciate knowing you guys are hanging in there.  Here is:

Chapter 6

And if you want to catch up, here is the Table of Contents.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

New Beginnings Chapter 36

Hello my dear readers,
it's getting closer to the end. This is the second to the last chapter of NB and I'm getting just a little bit sad but I'm happy at the same time because things for Anna and Shane are looking bright and positive. In this chapter Anna finds a house listing and she and Shane go check it out.
I thank each and every one of you reading still and thanks to all loyal commenters. It means a lot you are still here letting me know that you like the story.
I give you Chapter 36 of New Beginnings. Thanks everyone,
Hugs, Dani

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Update to The Girl I Didn't Kill For

OK, in order to make up for last week, here is an extra long chapter, where Nick and Jessie have lunch and he finds out her little secret....

Chapter 5

And here is the Table of Contents

Friday, September 8, 2017

NEW BOOK: The Girl I Didn't Marry

I promised I was going to have a new book out this month, so here it is, The Girl I Didn't Marry:

Now available on the Kindle on Amazon!

The blurb:

I’ve wanted to marry Jessie Schultz since we were fourteen years old.

It doesn’t matter that I’m just a dumb schmuck from Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, and Jessie’s the most beautiful girl I ever met. It doesn’t matter that her father would rather rearrange my face than let his only daughter end up with the son of a local mobster. But it does matter when he starts threatening Jessie about what he’ll do if he sees us together again. So I gotta wait.

Then I get hurt.

I can’t let her see me after. Not like this. Not when I can’t even stand up to look her in the eyes.

So I wait. Hoping I get better, knowing if I don’t, it could be the end for us before we even get started.

Get it on the Kindle on Amazon today!

Still on the fence? Check out the prologue....

Thursday, September 7, 2017

New Beginnings Chapter 35

Hello friends,
and it's Thursday again. Thanks to everyone still reading along.
I give you another chapter of NB. Here is Chapter 35 .
Anna and Shane are heading to pick up the wheelchair.
Thanks to everyone reading and commenting. I'm happy there are people who still follow along and enjoy my story.
You mean a lot to me,
Thanks and Hugs,

Sunday, September 3, 2017


Time just got away from me these last few days and I don't have any updates to The Girl I Didn't Kill For today. So sorry! I promise I will have it for next week. And the "prequel" will be available really, really soon.

In the meantime, please enjoy the previous chapters:

Table of Contents

Friday, September 1, 2017

Shadowboxing, Chapter 1: Joyride

It was ten to two in the morning, I had just about closed down Zeke’s. I could hear the bartender and waitress laughing, punch-drunk, as they cracked jokes and slung garbage bags into the clanking dumpster out back. Cold air stole in from the metal door they’d propped open. I should have been exhausted after a long week at work, but wasn’t. I was drumming my fingers on the bar and thinking about where to go next. I pushed back from the bar, checked I’d left more than enough tip. I called a good-night to the staff out back but didn’t stay to see whether they’d heard me.

Out front, I pulled up my coat collar, tipped my head up to breathe the frosty air deeply. It rushed in against the nerves jangling inside me, seemed to only coax them higher. I set out fast. It was three miles home from here, down Charleton until I hit the main drag of Fairway, but I needed the walk, or I was going to get myself into a fight for no reason at the nearest opportunity.

With who? I laughed at myself softly. Even on a Friday night, the city was quiet, stuck to early hours; Zeke’s was one of the only bars that stayed open past midnight.

Charleton was old, winding its way down a steep hillside, cluttered with decrepit small businesses built off of spidery alleyways. I strode past them in a rush, one of the expected scant handful of people still out. Streetlights glinted off of smeary storefront windows and the occasionally patches of cobblestoned sidewalk. I went faster and faster, smelling snatches of wood-smoke and garbage curling through the frosty air.

Soon I was only one or two turns away from the bottom of the hill. I would have rushed right by the last alleyway if I hadn’t heard a clatter, the rustling of shifting bodies, and a distinct gasp, which might have been a choked-off cry.