There once was a boy named Rowan….

specifically remember saying I would try emphasis on the try  to update the blog.

Then I started to write.

It all went rather downhill from there.

So… yeah.

I’ve been writing a book.

No, we’re not talking love and light, manifestation, or a witchy guide although, let’s be honest, I’m more suspicion and spite than love and light.

This novel is a delicious mix of romance, thresholds, unfortunate timing, sharp words, strange magic, and rubber ducks.

There’s coffee.

There’s chaos.

There’s a man who appears far too often for someone who was not invited.

And somewhere between the bad decisions, impossible doors, and one very inconvenient duck, I accidentally wrote something that became rather important to me.

I’m not spilling the story yet.

But I will say this:

It started with a duck.

It did not stay that simple.