A professional writer and amateur photographer. I take a lot of walks and talk to squirrels, trees, and crows. I believe in the power of mutual aid to help build strong communities. I write books. A lot of books. Like, really a lot of books. Magic is real. Justice is worth fighting for. Many Gods. No Masters. Queer with a chronic illness. # AmWriting # IndieAuthors # Writing # SFF # SocialJustice # Magic # SpiritualPractice # bookstodon # photography
A professional writer and amateur photographer. I take a lot of walks and talk to squirrels, trees, and crows. I believe in the power of mutual aid to help build strong communities. I write books. A lot of books. Like, really a lot of books. Magic is real. Justice is worth fighting for. Many Gods. No Masters. Queer with a chronic illness. # AmWriting # IndieAuthors # Writing # SFF # SocialJustice # Magic # SpiritualPractice # bookstodon # photography
“I couldn’t help it, yes, I let it get in
The helpless optimism of spring
Worn out and tired, and my heart near retired
And the world bent double from weeping
And yet, the birds begin to sing, ooh, oh
Daffodil…”
— Florence Welch
