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Better Late than Never…

Hello faithful readers!

It’s not Saturday, but I’m updating my blog this week to note that I have nothing brilliant to add. It’s been a rough summer. First, work was insane, and now my body decided to implode. My mental energy has been too busy thwarting dark thoughts to engage in creative endeavors. I really hope that all comes to an end soon and I can regale you with tales of magic, love, and maybe terror (I’ve been in a dark place lately). I hope to have something new next week.


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I discovered a piece I wrote earlier this year and surprised myself. It was a flash fiction piece using the prompt “an impulse purchase starts an intergalactic war” and it was pretty funny. I was so delighted I questioned if I even wrote it, but I did, and it was a pretty amazing feeling. I can’t wait to share it with you guys – next week.

Until next time!

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Welcome to my blog!

My name is Genine and I’m a lover of all things romantic, lovely, whimsical, and magical. But that doesn’t mean I’m all sweetness and light. In fact, things can get a little dark when you’re a lover of such things because there is a lot of shit in the world covering those things up. There is just a lot of fear, greed, and general ugliness- so much that it can make you want to cut yourself off inside and coast through life on a wave of cynicism and misanthropy. It’s how I coped sometimes. Nothing bad can happen that I didn’t already imagine so I’m prepared. If I’m cynical enough nothing really bad can happen to me, but I realized nothing good can happen to me, either.

That’s where story comes in- for me. I can get lost in my dark thoughts and cynicism and indulge my learned helplessness or I can get lost in a book where the hero or heroine (or both!) struggles with the same but makes different decisions. They see the light at the end of the tunnel, in other people and harness that light to make the world a better place. Over and over I read stories like that and over and over I felt inspired to not give up hope. I felt inspired to think people, for the most part, were decent and that the world isn’t a terrible place. Stories and the writers of them helped me more than I could ever admit.

Stories have helped me laugh or smile when I felt down. Reading stories through the lens of so many different people and perspectives strengthened my empathy- even those with whom I disagree. Stories have helped me shape my spiritual and philosophical landscape. And, at my lowest points, stories have saved my life- literally. I couldn’t let go until I knew how a series ended or how things turn out for a particular character or storyworld and there were many of them. If story is not the most powerful thing in my life, it’s up there.

And I’d like to do the same for others. Someone might read something I write and smile or laugh. Maybe my stories will help someone gain a different perspective. Maybe something I write will make the waiting, whatever the waiting is for, bearable. Maybe someone will become invested in the characters I write or the worlds I create and it makes theirs better.  Or, maybe, someone will think my writing is so horrible that if I’m willing to put my drivel out in their world it will inspire them to put their stuff “out there” because their stuff is a thousand times better than mine.

Whatever works.

For more years than I’m comfortable admitting, my struggles with depression and anxiety have gotten in the way of my writing. Not anymore. I am ready to push through, get out of my comfort zone, and see what’s on the other side. I hope I like it.

And I hope you like it, too. But if you don’t, at least I’ll be modeling the characters I admire.