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Why do you like my post then unlike? I find it so weird. I can see when you like it, and I can also see when your name disappears.

Are you shy? Are they accidental likes? Did you just like automatically then after reading unliked?

Your habit is strange reader, and you know who you are.

To everyone else, thank you for the consistent likes lol

I’m going to go put my Harry Potter sheets on now. ❤

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Once again it’s is late lol I know I could be better but I’m not haha

Ok so quick thing I guess. I left my possibility of adding to my Norse novels last night as a negative. Plot twist I actually did end up writing in my novel after I finished my blog post mwahahaha

I’m sooooo happy with myself. Today I did almost backtrack because my Pinterest is full of ideas for both my novels. As I mentioned (Dear God I hope I have lol I’m so bonkers) it is very easy for me to get sidetracked with my books. Anything can teleport me back into a certain scene. It’s hard to keep myself focused when the people in my head know just how to rope me in. But I have resisted I promise.

I’m actually getting to the juicy scenes and I’m soooooo pumped oh my Lord. The first book in my Wolf Queen series is a slow burn because its almost a murder mystery with lots of supernatural lore blended in, so you need to take your time with it.

Each book has its own plot where as my Keeper series has a single plot across multiple books. Finishing each book in the Wolf Queen series with vague open ends is easy. That makes it less of a risk for publishers if they don’t do well. One long seamless series is a little harder to take a chance on.

Oh well, Loki is worth it. They’ll see.

Oh! I also got myself a Hufflepuff sweater and some new bed sheets. They are also Harry Potter themed haha. The sweater is the warmest shade of yello and it’s super soft too. Also also, we are rescuing another puppy. It’ll be my brother’s first dog and I’m super excited for him. I think my own bubby would like having a friend.

So without further ado, here is a scene way later in the series.

“What are you jealous!?” I hissed.

His face darkened; his jaw clenched almost imperceptibly, but I knew him well.

“You can’t be jealous!”

“Why?”

“Because-”

“BECAUSE WHY!?”

“BECAUSE THAT ISN’T HOW THIS WORKS! You are a God and-” I could feel the tears stinging. The familiar burn as they trailed my face, the taste of the salt at my lips. He gripped my arm as I walked passed him. Not painful, never painful, but there was a strength there that made my heart flutter.

“Because I hold the title God I cannot love? Because I hold the title God I could never care for you?!

“YES! BECAUSE I AM HUMAN! BECAUSE WE ARE DIFFERENT AND BECAUSE THE LOVE IS DIFFERENT AND BECAUSE-”

I pulled my hand from his grip. I could feel the sobs catching in my throat as I yelled. Everything was bubbling to the surface; I was a pot set to high and the emotions could only boil. I don’t even remember what I was really saying. It was less about the words and more about the fact that seeing that girl here had really hurt me. I was now facing a truth I had been running from.

It wasn’t until his hands were cupping my cheeks, the warmth of them pressing harshly into my flesh, that I realized my eyes were closed. I had not realized how close he had gotten. I had not noticed the darkness that brewed across his beautiful brow. It was the move of desperation. He needed me to listen, he needed me to hear him. So I stopped. I stopped and I listened.

“Frankly I don’t really care about my title…but you’re right. There is a difference between our loves. A God does not understand halves, we either do or we don’t. I am a force of nature, all consuming in my wants and needs. I am enticing, devastating, and awe striking,” His amber eyes began to glow, and a burning desire to taste him struck me. “But please understand it is not because you are human. My dear girl you are so much more than human. I resist because my love is hungry, possessive. I want to possess you and not, all at the same fucking time.”

So I kissed him. I gripped his beautifully tailored dress shirt and twisted, wrinkling the gentle fabric irreparably. I wanted to be consumed, but I only wanted to be consumed by HIM. Neither of us were good at words, so I would show him. He knew I was fragile, but I knew he was too. It’s only the ones that want to fix you that you should break for. He was one of those; I could taste it on his tongue.

“Then possess me Loki,” I breathed into him. “You can because I allow it.”

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Hello hello!

Sorry for the late hour lol

Last night I got taken to a “party” at my brother’s friend’s place and it was…well it was awkward to be honest. There was a girl there that just didn’t seem to like my brother so she projected a lot of her dislike for him on to me. Bit of a shame really as I have a hard time connecting as it is.

Regardless the house had three cats and a lovely backyard so I just hung out with the cats mostly lol there was this all black one that really took a liking to me. Sadly I have cat allergies (I don’t remember if it beeps previously mentioned) and it’s quite bad. Well when it came time to sleep the friend offered up a guest room. It was kind of him but the room was full of antique furniture, smelled of moth balls, and was eerily cold. The bed was ridiculously small as well.

So to be honest I just went back downstairs and laid on the couch. The couches were covered in blankets for the animals so the hair wouldn’t transfer to the furniture. Despite my little nose started to get stuffy and my breathing getting a tiny bit more shallow, I was FAR more comfortable. There was a moment in the night where I was woken by the all black cat jumping onto the couch by my head and I watched him silently creep his way onto my side. He actually proceeded to lay down and cuddle my arm, his precious purring extremely robust.

I did have to wake up around 7 though because it was 30 minutes to get to work and I had a mandatory meeting from 8-10. Looped that was a nightmare lol I got there feeling atrocious thanks to my allergies and the little sleep. Once that was done I got home and slept half the day away.

Now I’m writing you all while Harry Potter plays in the background.

So, quick flash of updates. My application to be a book shark for book sparks was accepted and I am STOKED! I don’t really know how it all works just yet, but I hope to learn quickly. Basically I’m hoping to be a book reviewer. I don’t why I’m trying it out, but why the hell not you know? Don’t worry that won’t be all my blog will be about. I won’t sell my soul just yet lol.

I’m super tired though. I know I should write some in my novels, but I just can’t seem to find the want. Uuuuuuugh, kill me. At least rewatching Harry Potter is fun. The Halloween feast is the coolest.

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Tired, tired, always tired.

Can’t remember how I’m wired.

Tired, tired, always tired.

Must remember time’s a liar.

– T. R. G.

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I’m a witch!!

Yes yes dear readers it is the truth. I am a witch. This morning I grabbed my wand and said three spells above my head. They have all worked.

Coïncidence? I think NOT! (Name that reference)

I’ve decided to officially shelve the werewolf novel. Loki is calling and he’s calling in the only way he knows how, seductively. I wish people could see the way he interacts with me. He calls with songs that harken to wood cathedrals, towering pines of ancient power that dance with the shadows. He pulls with images of bonfire blessings, crackling flames that caress more than burn.

Change is chaos, the action of changing is his domain. Creation is destruction, Destruction is creation. It all depends on how you want to see it, and if you’re willing to follow him to conclusion of his plan for you.

If you’re curious about where my mind wanders when I think of him and those novels, here’s a mini playlist.

Trampoline by SHAED

Traust by Heilung

Ì tokuni by Eivør

Harvest Moon by Neil Young

Mermaids by Hans Zimmerman

The Hills by The Weekend

Memories of Mother by Eivør from God of War 3 soundtrack

The Yawning Grave by Lord Huron

Those are not all the songs lol and when I actually write I typically listen to soundtracks (woot woot lord of the rings) but I can’t hear those without thinking of his hands, his smile, his presence.

It’s strange to love a character in your head so fiercely I’m sure, but I can’t help myself. I was falling before I ever realized I tripped. What a strange madness that is.

So wish me luck Gophs, I’m going to write the book of my heart. I don’t think I’ll survive it…but isn’t it worth it?

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I want to believe that I am more than this vessel of flesh. I want to believe I’m worthy of the stories whose ink flows like blood within my veins.

I want to believe I’m worthy of the pride I feel when I write you, but I don’t.

I know I am simply a girl playing at God. I know that my stories are only as interesting as I can make them. I know that I am only a small bird amongst the flock.

I know that I am just writing stories, but God are they magic.

Magic of the common man. Magic of the mundane. Magic of the word.

I want to know I make magic.

– T. R. G.

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I’m a witch!!

Yes yes dear readers it is the truth. I am a witch. This morning I grabbed my wand and said three spells above my head. They have all worked.

Coïncidence? I think NOT! (Name that reference)

I’ve decided to officially shelve the werewolf novel. Loki is calling and he’s calling in the only way he knows how, seductively. I wish people could see the way he interacts with me. He calls with songs that harken to wood cathedrals, towering pines of ancient power that dance with the shadows. He pulls with images of bonfire blessings, crackling flames that caress more than burn.

Change is chaos, the action of changing is his domain. Creation is destruction, Destruction is creation. It all depends on how you want to see it, and if you’re willing to follow him to conclusion of his plan for you.

If you’re curious about where my mind wanders when I think of him and those novels, here’s a mini playlist.

Trampoline by SHAED

Traust by Heilung

Ì tokuni by Eivør

Harvest Moon by Neil Young

Mermaids by Hans Zimmerman

The Hills by The Weekend

Memories of Mother by Eivør from God of War 3 soundtrack

The Yawning Grave by Lord Huron

Those are not all the songs lol and when I actually write I typically listen to soundtracks (woot woot lord of the rings) but I can’t hear those without thinking of his hands, his smile, his presence.

It’s strange to love a character in your head so fiercely I’m sure, but I can’t help myself. I was falling before I ever realized I tripped. What a strange madness that is.

So wish me luck Gophs, I’m going to write the book of my heart. I don’t think I’ll survive it…but isn’t it worth it?

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I want to believe that I am more than this vessel of flesh. I want to believe I’m worthy of the stories whose ink flows like blood within my veins.

I want to believe I’m worthy of the pride I feel when I write you, but I don’t.

I know I am simply a girl playing at God. I know that my stories are only as interesting as I can make them. I know that I am only a small bird amongst the flock.

I know that I am just writing stories, but God are they magic.

Magic of the common man. Magic of the mundane. Magic of the word.

I want to know I make magic.

– T. R. G.

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Ok so I am typing up this blog on my iPad with its fancy fun bubble wrap type keyboard. I’m not going to lie, typing on this thing is one of my favorite past times. It just feels so good beneath my fingers. I like the way it feels to write. Writing makes me happy.

Ok, so where do I begin. Hmmm

Well first off I wanted you guys to know that this blog is my escape. I feel most heard here which is funny. I don’t care when or where I post because I know you guys will read and like. That’s a heady feeling for me. My writer friend pointed out to me the other day that I don’t actually reread my stuff lol

I don’t know why I don’t. She asked what was it like to write for me, and to be honest its not something I can put into a describable thought. A song, a game, a story, a movie can all set it off. I just get what I would liken to being possessed. My mind just latches on and runs. And then I’m done. I put what it wanted to write down and then share.

To be honest I never thought of sharing them before I decided to be a writer. It was just something I did every now and then when the drive struck. Look at me now huh? Lol

Let’s see, what else? Oh! Last night I went out to a live music festival with my brother and had a great time. I love to go out. I’m not hugely social but I do enjoy the atmosphere, the social interaction. With my colorful mental powers going out can be quite taxing, but its only with people I don’t have any wish to know.

I’m very picky on what I like, and I’m very big on listening to my gut feeling. If I just get a weird vibe from you, nothing is going to change it. I just don’t like you and that’s that. I don’t what it is or why its so spot on, but I don’t try to question it either. It has never been wrong.

Anyway, last night was not one of those nights lol I had a wonderful time and I even made a new friend. Well, maybe two but the other guy was very quiet. Nothing wrong with that but it was funny. I won’t lie I was inebriated with booze and herbal supplement which in my honest opinion makes me far more open and willing to socialize. I don’t know why that is, but whatever.

Basically I made a new friend, we wandered off (if you ever take me somewhere heads up lol I will straight up about face and fucking disappear if I don’t like the situation I’m in), and we admired the Full Moon. Found out she is in her research stages of becoming a witch and that REALLY got me going. So we convinced the guys to dip out to a wooded walking trail with the herbs.

I tell you, it was fucking magic. It was absolutely amazing. The moon, the bridge, the rapids. I loved it. There was some drama but you can believe I let it roll over me. I don’t let other people’s moodiness affect my good time. It was just absolutely amazing and I had a wonderful time.

Today was also wonderful. I got to play with the cutest 6 month old baby girl as a customer airdropped photos. Her mom said she typically dislikes strangers, but she was all smiles and jumpy legs with me. It was awesome lol. During lunch I actually signed up to be a book reviewer. I became a BookShark! I’m really excited for it, so I hope they accept the application.

Oh, my antique baubles arrived as well and I am over the moon. I blessed my wand too so I’m excited.

WOW

I’ve never written so much before haha

I’m even almost at 10,000 words in my werewolf novel. Chipping away you guys!! I’m super tired now though, so I apologize for missing last night and I apologize for skipping this night. Well, not skipping, just not a poem based off the challenge words.

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You look into my eyes and see sunshine clear skies, knee high grass dancing in the breeze. You watch me speak and hear babbling brooks, ringing of crystal glasses. I am an angel to the senses.

If only you could see the rot in my smile, the decay in my eyes. If only you could see the disgusting festering corpse that haunted your door.

That’s how predators hide didn’t ya know.

– T. R. G.

(Wrote this a after watching too much ID?)

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Heyo!

So tomorrow is the Full Moon and the pretty little poem I shared called Witching Hour will be my gift to Lady Moon during my ritual. I’m really excited and I aim to gift it as a thank you for all she has given my life.

Plans for my life and how I want to be better are under way again.

To be honest I had decided to swallow my pride, and share with my mother the state of my financial affairs. I wanted to seek her council in the decision of getting a personal loan.

I’m trying to get out of debt and my mother has always been my best friend. She is my mother first, but my best friend none the less. I know I can always be honest with her. It might not feel good and I may feel ashamed at having to tell her I’ve gotten way over my head, but I know no matter what happens she will always help me fix it.

I don’t want someone to solve my problems for me. I want someone to understand my fear, my worries, and help me to overcome them.

So that’s all squared away and I’m excited again for the future.

On a much lighter note, almost all my new old things are on their way. I got a vintage 1910 chemise, a wand of a fabulous wood, antique styled rose earrings, and a nerdy pair of headbands. I’m extremely excited for them to get here.

To be honest, these things make me feel better. Without these pieces of old I almost feel a sort of shell shock. I chafe against the fast pace of modern times. Although it has taken me time to realize it, I am a beast of the wood with a witch’s soul and a siren’s song.

I am an old being, and sometimes I do not have an easy time of living.

So these little trinkets and fabrics help me feel a little at home in a seemingly foreign world.

I also finally cracked my werewolf story so I’m moving forward with the scene! Thank you Lord!

I want that book written so badly and I’m convinced I can have it done before the end of the year. Once the wolf in my heart is satisfied I can focus on my Norse series. I KNOW that one can be done before the Loki tv show starts in 2020, and I can submit it to an agent during the hype wave. I believe with that things could get underway and maybe they’d be more willing to trust my other pieces.

I know this all seems dreamy and absurdly optimistic, but I personally don’t give a shit. This is my dream, and I don’t want to even BOTHER with a back up. This will happen, I feel it in my bones.

Word of the day is Pistachio

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Pastel colors and pale glints of sunlight. A sundress fluttering in the summer breeze as sweat beads between your breasts. Tangy citrus permeates the air while ice clinks in the glass.

I didn’t think I could ever like that pale green ice cream. Then the man handed you the cone. You beamed, and I fell head over heels because of Pistachio.

– T. R. G.