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Virtual Launch Party for Good Morning Dinah
Join me in a TikTok LIVE and hang out as we celebrate Dinah’s release!
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Good Morning, Dinah’s cover reveal and release date!
As a NaNoWriMo project of 2019, Good Morning, Dinah was a project of love and childhood frustration. Growing up, I never resonated with the protagonists of books I read. I wanted to read about someone who struggled to get through the school day, who masked in order to fit in, and was always second-guessing if they were annoying or friendly. This frustration grew as I had my own children, and I found that after thirty years, there’s still hardly any autism or neurodiverse representation in books. Thus, Dinah Finlayson and her service dog, Higgins, came to life. My hope for everyone who reads Dinah’s story is that whether they are…
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In Memory of Darcy
It is with great sadness that I announce the passing of my emotional support bird, Darcy. He was a great help to me and brought me so much happiness in his short life. The serotonin his chirps provided, the smirks he gave me, and his wanting to be close to me, picking at my keyboard, will never be forgotten. He loved his natural perches, strawberries, and bells, as well as going on trips in his clear backpack. He made friends wherever he went. Fly high, Mr. Darcy.
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HOT OFF THE PRESS!
I’m so proud to announce that I’ve signed a contract with INCLUDAS publishing to bring my debut novel, Newfangled, to life. I couldn’t have asked for a more diverse, wonderful, unique team to work with. You can read the official press release below by clicking on the image!
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A Cactus (Emily Holyoak, 2020)
I’m hazardous, but contain the juice of life The sun with it’s malignant stare, reflecting in your tedious sweat I grant you a smidgeon of shade from the source of life and hell Set your shoulders ‘neath the dunes and admire my rare blooming buds Touch me not, for blood will spew And an injury is not needed in my desert. Night will fall, the thirst will call Your throat as jagged as a dagger Make the cut, I’ll save your life But my juice is naught but tender. My greenery, the scenery, I’m the star in your lonely sky Like a comet soaring through your mouth I’ll quench the…