Just a quick note!

Long time no see, lovelies! Well, I have some very happy news for you. My first novel since CAGE THE DARLINGS should be coming your way in the next few weeks, a novel I’ve been teasing about for years! I can’t wait to share with you the cover–hopefully a little later this week!

ALSO, Sappho’s Fables is going to continue shortly, and the next round of BENEVOLENCE TALES should be coming soon! It’s going to be a very magical year! <3

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Release Day: The first Omnibus of The Benevolence Tales — An Original Lesbian Fairy Tale Series (Books 1-3)!

When I was twelve years old, I walked up to the head librarian at my tiny town’s library.  “I’ve read everything in there,” I told her sincerely, pointing over my shoulder at the children’s room.  “What can I read now?”

“What do you like?” she asked.

“Fairy tales.  Myth.  Stories,” I answered, without hesitation.

She thought about it for a moment, considering me as she tapped her lip.  I was a farmer’s daughter, dressed in patched jeans and a god-awful turtleneck, staring up at her with what I hoped was a deep fierceness.  I wanted a direction.  I was desperate for stories.

“Have you ever read fantasy?” she asked me, then, like I’d passed some test.  She took me to the fantasy shelves—present in a much higher percentage than most tiny towns boast, because the librarian was obsessed with fantasy herself.  She took books down from the rows and pressed them into my hands.  Women with swords stared back at me.  “I think you’ll like them,” the librarian grinned.

Because of that day, years ago, I grew up on a strict diet of almost 100% fantasy.  Gael Baudino, Tamora Pierce, Robin McKinley, Mercedes Lackey, Terry Pratchett …they were the gods of my youth.  I checked out fifty books at a time from my library, read everything I could get my hands on, propped up in my little bedroom, kicking my feet against the wall in the late afternoon sunshine.  I wanted to live in worlds where heroines saved themselves, wielded swords and magic just as strongly as their male counterparts.  In these stories, women were smart and brave and funny and clever, and I loved all of them fiercely.

But there were no women like me in these stories.

I knew from the very beginning that I liked girls.  It was an almost unconscious thing, at first, searching for a girl like me in the stories.  I desperately wanted to be told through the thing I revered most—fiction—that I wasn’t weird or perverted or wrong.  I wanted to be told by my beloved, worshipped authors that I existed.  I’ll never forget the first time I read a gay character in one of Lackey’s books.  I was thirteen.  I cried for hours after I realized that he was, in fact, gay, because it was the first time I had ever seen someone like myself exist in literature.

Fantasy is my deepest and oldest root—it is my passion, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do when I set out to tell stories:  I wanted to write the stories that I have always wished existed.  I wanted to write stories about women who save themselves, and each other.  I wanted to write magical romps, where exciting things happen and magic exists and beautiful creatures rise out of the water, shining.  I wanted to write a world from the ground up, with a new mythology.  I wanted to make the stories meaningful, and I wanted to add Pagan elements to any fantasy story I told, because there’s fantasy for every other religion.

I wanted to write a story about a woman like me, a woman who loves a woman, a woman like all of the amazing, heroic lesbians I’ve known.

I started writing The Benevolence Tales because I desperately wanted them to exist.  It was the deepest labor of love I could imagine, and—somehow—it’s grown beyond that.  Other people love these stories now, these characters.  Other people have responded to the quest that existed so deeply in my bones, from the beginning:  to tell this story the best way that I was able, with as much heart as I could give.

The Benevolence Tales were written for that little girl long ago in the library, arms full of paperback novels, staring up at the stacks with anticipation and hope that she’d find someone like her in the pages.

And now they’re written for you, and the circle is complete, the first volume is done…but the story is just beginning.

Thank you for wanting this as much as I did.  <3

Available On:
Amazon (for Kindle)
Barnes and Noble (for Nook)
Smashwords (for online reading/any eReader)

eReader Edition on Etsy (all proceeds to author)
Signed Paperback, plus FREE eReader edition!

Enter the magical world of Isabella Fox, mediocre witch for hire, and Emily Deer, outcast shapeshifter, and the charming little town of Benevolence, where these two women-in-love make their home.  The Benevolence Tales, Volume 1 is a compilation of the full first three novellas in the Benevolence Tales series:

ONE SOLSTICE NIGHT:

Isabella Fox has just moved to the charming little town of Benevolence. As the new village magicmaker, she’s expected to cast only one spell a year in the sleepy village–something not even she could mess up. When Isabella meets the mysterious outcast shapeshifter, Emily, love begins to grow between the two women, but the chill of winter forewarns that not all is well in Benevolence.

ONE IMBOLC GLOAMING:

When the winter festival of Imbolc draws near, Isabella makes preparations for her yearly pilgrimage to Lunarose Abbey, where she and her friends, since their Academy days, have always participated in the annual Imbolc play and kept candlelit vigil to the Rose Goddess. This year, Isabella asks Emily to come with her but warns her about the abbey’s odd quirks–like the fact that it’s haunted by a lovelorn ghost…

And ONE OSTARA SUNRISE:

Every year on Ostara, all the townsfolk of Benevolence journey to nearby Mirror Lake, where they peer into the depths of the waters to see a moment of happiness from their coming year. But the lake itself is not enchanted–the creature that descends from the mountaintop and blesses the lake is what gives it its magic. This year, for the first time in millennia, the creature has not come, and Isabella and Emily make the treacherous journey to the top of the mountain, the advent of spring and the end of winter hanging in the balance.

The Benevolence Tales, Volume 1 also includes a never-before-published short story featuring the origin of Isabella’s Familiar, Alice; an introduction by the author; and a few more enchanting extras!

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PRE-ORDER and Cover Reveal for The Benevolence Tales, Volume One! <3

Two awesomely exciting things today, lovelies!  <3

I am so thrilled and happy to announce my first ever PRE-ORDER!  I know you guys were looking forward to the very first print volume of THE BENEVOLENCE TALES, so I wanted  to give you the chance to pre-order the print volume AND get a free eReader file at the same time!  This is an experiment for me, so we’ll see what you guys think of it!  :)

You can pre-order the first volume of THE BENEVOLENCE TALES here at our Etsy shop! The print volume will be shipped to you when I get them in my hands (I’ll be the first to get them, so you’ll be the first to receive them!), AND your eReader file will probably be sent to you before the official release date of this Wednesday!  <3

ALSO, today I finally reveal the COVER for the first volume!  It comes with a STORY:

Two of our best and dearest friends are the artist Katie Raynes and her fiber-artist wife, Rachel Gogan, of Cerulean Tree Studios.  They are two of the most amazing, lovely people you could ever meet, and I’ve been in love with Katie’s art since we first met.  <3  I knew from the beginning that I wanted her to illustrate the volumes of the Benevolence Tales, and when I asked her, she wonderfully agreed.  <3  Katie humbles me constantly with her enthusiasm and love for Isabella and Emily, and it came through so clearly in the illustration for this, the first volume, that it took my breath away.

Without further ado, I am incredibly pleased to introduce the cover for the first volume of the Benevolence Tales, art by Katie Raynes. <3  (Also, WAIT UNTIL YOU SEE THE ILLUSTRATION FOR ALICE ON THE BACK COVER. <3)

Enter the magical world of Isabella Fox, mediocre witch for hire, and Emily Deer, outcast shapeshifter, and the charming little town of Benevolence, where these two women-in-love make their home.  The Benevolence Tales, Volume 1 is a compilation of the full first three novellas in the Benevolence Tales series:

ONE SOLSTICE NIGHT:

Isabella Fox has just moved to the charming little town of Benevolence. As the new village magicmaker, she’s expected to cast only one spell a year in the sleepy village–something not even she could mess up. When Isabella meets the mysterious outcast shapeshifter, Emily, love begins to grow between the two women, but the chill of winter forewarns that not all is well in Benevolence.

ONE IMBOLC GLOAMING:

When the winter festival of Imbolc draws near, Isabella makes preparations for her yearly pilgrimage to Lunarose Abbey, where she and her friends, since their Academy days, have always participated in the annual Imbolc play and kept candlelit vigil to the Rose Goddess. This year, Isabella asks Emily to come with her but warns her about the abbey’s odd quirks–like the fact that it’s haunted by a lovelorn ghost…

And ONE OSTARA SUNRISE:

Every year on Ostara, all the townsfolk of Benevolence journey to nearby Mirror Lake, where they peer into the depths of the waters to see a moment of happiness from their coming year. But the lake itself is not enchanted–the creature that descends from the mountaintop and blesses the lake is what gives it its magic. This year, for the first time in millennia, the creature has not come, and Isabella and Emily make the treacherous journey to the top of the mountain, the advent of spring and the end of winter hanging in the balance.

The Benevolence Tales, Volume 1 also includes a never-before-published short story featuring the origin of Isabella’s Familiar, Alice; an introduction by the author; and a few more enchanting extras!

Add The Benevolence Tales, Volume 1 on GoodReads!

Pre-order the first volume of THE BENEVOLENCE TALES here at our Etsy shop!

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Release Day: ONE OSTARA SUNRISE, the Third Book in the Benevolence Tales! <3

Once upon a time, there was a mediocre witch and an outcast shapeshifter who fell in love. <3

We saw the beginnings of Isabella and Emily’s story in One Solstice Night and One Imbolc Gloaming, the first two novellas of The Benevolence Tales, a series that centers around the continuing adventures of Isabella Fox, mediocre witch for hire, and Emily Deer, once outcast shapeshifter, and the charming little town of Benevolence where these two women-in-love make their home…

And today, that story continues. <3

One Ostara Sunrise, the third in the Benevolence Tales, is released today!

Available on:

Amazon (for Kindle)
Barnes and Noble (for Nook)
Smashwords (for online reading/any eReader)

Isabella Fox, mediocre witch for hire, and Emily Deer, the once outcast shapeshifter, fall deeper in love as winter keeps its tight grip on their charming little town of Benevolence. But winter should be vanquished soon, as the first day of spring–Ostara–drifts ever closer. Things are just never that simple in Benevolence.

As the festival of Ostara begins, Isabella and Emily hear a strange animal sound echoing from the top of Glimmer Mountain. Every year on Ostara all the townsfolk of Benevolence journey to nearby Mirror Lake, where they peer into the depths of the waters to see a moment of happiness from their coming year. But the lake itself is not enchanted–the creature that rises from its long winter sleep, that descends from the mountaintop and blesses the lake, is what gives it its magic. And this year, for the first time in millenia, the creature has not come.

The ritual of gazing into the lake is not essential to the Ostara festivities, but without the strange creature to enchant its waters, other things begin to go wrong, and as Isabella and Emily journey to the top of the mountain to find the creature, the existence of spring and the end of winter hangs in the balance.

The novella “One Ostara Sunrise” is a magical lesbian love story, and the third in The Benevolence Tales series.

Read an excerpt of One Ostara Sunrise here!

Available on:

Amazon (for Kindle)
Barnes and Noble (for Nook)
Smashwords (for online reading/any eReader)

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An Excerpt from my Original Lesbian Fairy Tale: ONE OSTARA SUNRISE (The Benevolence Tales, Book 3!)

I finished One Ostara Sunrisemy original lesbian fairy tale, and the third in the Benevolence Tales series today, and I promised you lovely people that when I finished it, I would post an excerpt!  I decided to go with showing you guys the first two and a half pages of the novella to sort of set the mood for the release (One Ostara Sunrise is coming out this Thursday!), and show you what Isabella and Emily have been up to…this time, Isabella is even more in over her head.  And yes, that was a total pun, considering what comes next…

I can’t wait to show you One Ostara Sunrise!  But until then, here’s the sneak peek:

Isabella Fox saw the crack in the ice beneath her feet before she heard it, the sound echoing off the surrounding trees like a miniature explosion.  And then, because these things happen suddenly, far more suddenly than one can react to, Isabella plunged through the ice into the water below, broom—which might have supposedly prevented all of this–skittering uselessly away from her reach over the shattering ice.

Somewhere, distantly, the witch could hear yelling voices muted by the too-cold-to-understand water that instantly folded over her head, that seemed to get everywhere as she thrashed against its grip, invading her mouth and nose and eyes.  It was so cold, and as Isabella struggled against her hampering cloak and hat and boots and gloves and layers of skirts, she stared up at the receding hole in the ice as the water gently dragged her down, and she had only a singular thought that rose within her like air:

Emily.

There was a splash, and the light of the hole was covered by a shadow, and then somehow, as if summoned by her thought, there was Emily’s face before hers, but hard to see, really, in the dark of the water, and then there was a jerk and a pull and an arm about her waist and Isabella fell into blackness.

 *

“Of all the stupid…”

“Alice, this isn’t helping.”  Emily’s voice from far, far distant was calm but shook a little at the end.  “Please try to make the fire hotter, all right?”

“I mean seriously, you haven’t been with her as long as I have!  She’s concocted so many bad ideas, you wouldn’t even believe it, but I think this one really…”

“Alice.”

“I’m trying.”

A whoosh.  Warmth.

Isabella’s eyelids fluttered against her cheeks, and then somehow, impossibly, she opened her eyes.

“Oh gods.”  Emily breathed, and then Isabella realized that she was in the Changer’s arms, Emily’s cloaks of white deer hide covering her completely, her limbs tingling beneath them and beneath nothing else, her whole body bare.  Isabella blinked slowly, breathing in and out.  Her lungs burned raggedly as they gulped cold air.

“What…what happened?” she croaked, and then she felt a warmth and a weight over the hides seated on her lap.  Isabella cracked her eyes again and groaned, because there was Alice, her tabby cat Familiar perched on her legs, fur puffed up to make the cat twice her usual size, whiskers pointing crazily in all directions as the cat opened and shut her mouth, speechless for a long moment.

But not for too long.

“Of all the stupid…”

“Alice, I’m sorry,” Isabella croaked again, trying to clear her throat as she leaned back against the warmth of the Changer, Emily rubbing her arms gently.  The sound of her heartbeat was a comfort to Isabella who was still trying to manage the simple act of breathing.  “Darling, I’m sorry,” she whispered up to Emily, who sighed for a long moment, then kissed the witch’s eyes with her soft mouth, lingering against them and breathing down, melting the ice that had formed over the witch’s lashes.

“I thought…” said Emily then, and her voice cracked.  Isabella stared up with an open mouth as the Changer drew her closer, squeezing her tightly.  And then Emily began to weep.

“Now see what you’ve done,” huffed Alice again, flicking her tail like a tiny tabby whip.  “Poor Emily, who threw herself into that thrice damned lake to save you, I might add, without any worry for her own life or limbs or body…”

“Please don’t cry…” said Isabella nervously, reaching up and brushing away the Changer’s tears with cold fingers.  She sat up then, wincing as she did so because her entire body ached like nothing she’d quite experienced in this lifetime yet, and turned, shivering beneath the hides as she wrapped her arms about Emily, burying her face in the gentle curve of the Changer’s neck and shoulder.  “I love you.  I’m so sorry,” she repeated, feeling Emily’s silent sobs beneath her, feeling her heart splinter into a thousand pieces.

“I almost lost you,” whispered Emily then, her breath hot against the witch’s ear, huffed out brokenly.

And Isabella realized she was right.

“I think that my ability to disagree with terrible decisions has been severely compromised,” continued Alice, inhaling a great deal before launching into another chapter of her scolding.  “Because of all your terrible ideas, Isabella, this was one of the worst.  ‘Let me go out onto the lake and see if the ice is close to breaking up!’ she says!  ‘I have my broom and can fly!’ she says!  ‘If it cracks, I’ll just mount quickly and fly up and be safe!’ she says!  Hah!  Hah!  Haaaaah!”  One might have been able to slice bread with the sharpness of the tabby cat’s scathing words as she lashed her tail again, but all of that anger dissolved in a heartbeat because Alice’s fur flattened, her whiskers went back to their catawampus disorder, and she stepped forward, butting her head against the witch’s elbow as her resolve to scold her witch melted as she realized, too, how close she’d come to losing her.

“I’m sorry, Alice,” said Isabella, drawing the cat into her arms as Emily embraced the both of them, holding them close.  “I didn’t realize…” she breathed out.  “Well.  At least we know the ice is breaking up, now!”

Despite everything, Isabella was rewarded when Emily choked out a little laugh, wiping away her own tears, now, sighing as she shook her head.

“I thought witches were supposed to float,” said the Changer.

Isabella laughed at that, too, wheezing a little and then quite a lot, instantly regretting that chuckle.  “We don’t float,” she said, waving her hand, “that’s an old magicmaker’s tale!  Witches sink.”

“That explains everything,” said Emily, casting her gaze to the heavens and squeezing her witch again for good measure.

“So,” said Isabella, breathing out again in a big sigh, because she quite enjoyed the activity of breathing, and was simply reveling in the fact that she could still do it.  “We’ll just…”  Isabella glanced around them, biting her lip.  “We’ll wrap ourselves up in these furs and fly back to the cottage on my broom,” said Isabella tiredly, glancing at the fire and her dress and undergarments and Emily’s blouse and pants and knickers hung up on the barren branches of the oak arching over them.

“I’m sorry, darling—we can’t,” said Emily quietly, glancing back toward the lake that was now as splintered looking as a spider web.  “Your broom fell into the water.  It’s lost.”

Isabella breathed out for a very long moment, eyes closed.

“If we were more careful,” said Alice, cocking her little cat head dryly, “we wouldn’t have this problem.”

She was right, of course.

But she didn’t have to be so drattedly smug about it.

Isabella Fox, mediocre witch for hire, and Emily Deer, the once outcast shapeshifter, fall deeper in love as winter keeps its tight grip on their charming little town of Benevolence. But winter should be vanquished soon, as the first day of spring–Ostara–drifts ever closer. Things are just never that simple in Benevolence.

As the festival of Ostara begins, Isabella and Emily hear a strange animal sound echoing from the top of Glimmer Mountain. Every year on Ostara all the townsfolk of Benevolence journey to nearby Mirror Lake, where they peer into the depths of the waters to see a moment of happiness from their coming year. But the lake itself is not enchanted–the creature that rises from its long winter sleep, that descends from the mountaintop and blesses the lake, is what gives it its magic. And this year, for the first time in millenia, the creature has not come.

The ritual of gazing into the lake is not essential to the Ostara festivities, but without the strange creature to enchant its waters, other things begin to go wrong, and as Isabella and Emily journey to the top of the mountain to find the creature, the existence of spring and the end of winter hangs in the balance.

The novella One Ostara Sunrise is a magical lesbian love story, and the third in THE BENEVOLENCE TALES series.

Add One Ostara Sunrise on Goodreads.com!

(Prepare for the continuing adventures of Isabella and Emily in One Ostara Sunrise, coming February 21, 2013!  Please sign up to my newsletter to be the first to know when it’s released!)

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Adventures in Chocolate: A Comedic Cautionary Tale

So, Jenn and I are kind of obsessed with LUSH: Fresh Handmade Cosmetics.  We work a lot every single day (no days off!  Hooray?), and we don’t have a lot of soft, pampery moments happening in our lives, so we CLING to those we do have with a lot of…clinging-ness.  And the major soft, pampery thing in our lives is LUSH stuff.

Our baths and showers and getting-ready-in-the-morning times are the relaxing rituals of the day where we sink into the water and unfurl our tails let the cares of the day and the eight million stories drift away on a mound of bubbles.  It’s pretty wonderful.  <3

I love everything LUSH, but one of my favorite things are their massage bars.  I use them as solid lotion (I’ve never been a major fan of lotion because no matter what I’ve tried AND I HAVE TRIED A LOT OF DIFFERENT LOTIONS, it’s always felt too goopy and oily to me.  BUT NOT THE SOLID MASSAGE BARS.  It was like a lotiony miracle), and love them.  I use Therapy at night in the winter to keep my hands from being OMG THE WEATHER IS QUITE DRY LATELY, Cosmic Dreamcatcher before meditations in lieu of burning incense (sometimes I burn incense, too. INTENSE, I know.), Hottie, for whatever weird reason, makes my carpal tunnel stop HATING ME FOREVER after a long writing day, Ego just smells ridiculously happy…

And I AM NOT EVEN JOKING, I use From Dusk Till Dawn–yes, the one that looks like a giant cartoonish bit of decolletage–every single day before writing.  I use it as lotion on my hands and forearms, and then basking in the get-up-and-go in provides, I’m able to write more and for longer.  Our local LUSH store staff is awesome and loves us, but they have NOT LET ME LIVE DOWN the joke that I said about that massage bar.  I told them how much it makes me write.  And that I’m going to milk it for as long as they have those massage bars.  They groaned for a long time and still give me “the look” when I appear like I’m about to make another corny joke.  IT IS MY CURSE.

So, naturally, Jenn and I like using massage bars for their intended purposes, too.  We’d never used the Soft Coeur massage bar before, so when we were at LUSH recently, we got one on the recommendation of our favorite LUSH lady.  “You can even eat it!” she’d said excitedly.  We sort of stared at her, mouths agape, and she amended hastily.  “Lick.  You can LICK it.”

So we brought it home and lit some candles and said sweet nothings to one another and brought out the massage bar.  I was SO EXCITED about this one, because COME ON:  Honey!  CHOCOLATE!  Pure happiness, in solid massage bar form.

I was using it on Jenn, and we got through all of that cocoa butter nonsense, and were finally on to the supposedly Awesome! Melty! Chocolate! Center!

“Honey,” I said after a moment of vigorously trying to get it to melt.  I stared at the goop in my hands.  “It’s not melting?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, and peered at her leg.  “Ooooh…”

Where I’d tried to rub the supposedly Awesome! Melty! Chocolate! Center!?  There was just a…a brown, unappetizing lump on her leg.

“It’s not melting,” she repeated, and poked at it.  We both tried to rub it in.

Nothing.  And it was getting on our lime green sheets.

“Let me keep trying,” I suggested, and took the rest of the center and began to give her a foot massage with it, because–I reasoned–it would be less gross of a visual if the massage bar continued to refuse to be melted and it was on her feet.

The brown lump was now just starting to…pill.  No melting in sight.

“This isn’t really how it’s supposed to work,” I said, trailing off as I stared at the monstrosity that I’d made of Jenn’s foot.  We stared at it together for a long beat, then both of us dissolved into laughter.  It was ludicrous, how chocolately her foot and leg had  become, how the sheets had brown all over them, how I had brown all over me!  It smelled delicious, and looked like the grossest thing you could possibly imagine.

And there was not a single desire, in all the kingdoms, to try to lick any of it.

“Adventures in chocolate,” said Jenn sympathetically, kissing my nose.

And then we changed the sheets, the night having taken a much different turn than we’d intended.  But we were laughing too hard to really mind.  <3

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Every Day is Better Because of You; Or, Happy Valentine’s Day

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It’s no secret (if you’ve read any of my novels), that I love romance.  “Romance” is such a dirty word these days–when you say it, it immediately conjures up corsets, heaving bosoms, romance novel book covers complete with bodice ripping and…Fabio.  But that’s all so far from my idea of romance that I thought I’d take a little time out of today of all days, Valentine’s Day, to talk about what *I* imagine when I hear that word.

The reason I love *love* so much is that my entire life is built up in adoration of that concept.  Over nine years ago, I got together with my soul mate, my anam cara, my true love and other half.  We’ve been through so much together, have held each other up and been there for each other–important things, all.  But, perhaps one of the most important things, is that every day of those over nine years has been spent falling deeper in love with each other.

The idea of a constant passion, of all consuming love and adoration, is something that’s gone a little out of style recently.  There’s a lot of cynicism in this world, and I can’t blame it for existing.  There have been people who believed in love truly and wholly and had their hearts broken, or have always thought that they were never meant for a “love like that.”

But here’s the secret:  I thought that, too.

I never believed that I would be able to fall in love with anyone.  I wanted to.  Doesn’t everyone want to?  But I was afraid of getting hurt.  I grew up knowing I was a lesbian and believing that I would never be able to find a lady, let alone a lady who would love and adore and cherish me.  Those things were so laughable, I cried myself to sleep about it a lot of nights.

Sometimes, I look back on these past nine years and I’m awestruck by them.  This morning, Jenn made me breakfast in bed (well.  Lunch. <3), after giving me the most heartfelt, beautiful card and gift, after having spent the last week that I’ve been sick taking care of me and making me tea and massaging my back because my lungs have been crap and kissing me and saying that I looked beautiful and sexy even though HECK TO THE NO I LOOKED LIKE A ZOMBIE, and telling me over and over and over again how much she loved me.  She didn’t just say it (though she said it countless times), but she did it.  Love is an act in our lives, and we create it every day for one another.

Even though it’s been nine years, it was not that long ago that I never felt something like this could happen, and it hasn’t been that long (though it has), since the painful years of our long distance relationship.  So I have a very unique perspective on all of it:  there is not a single day that goes by that I take her for granted.  Or us.  Or this.

We spend all day, every day, working together as authors.  And yet we never fight.  We create together, and are deeply passionate together every single day, and we cook for each other and leave little love notes in places where we’ll find them, and we do a million and one tiny gestures to show the other how much we love each other.

And when she holds me, deep into the night, when I feel the even rhythm of her breath, when she’s on the border of waking and dreams, and I am, too, I whisper prayers of awe and adoration, because I could never have believed it could be like this.  This isn’t possible, right?  Nine years.  They say this sort of “romantic stuff” is the product of “new love,” that it fades away into nothingness after a time in the beginning.  But it hasn’t.  And it won’t.  Because our creation of love is an art that we make for each other every single day.

And that is why I love love.  Because it’s beautiful.  And essential.  And an art I am deeply blessed to create, every day with the person I adore more than this world.

And if you don’t have someone, but you wish you did.  Or you don’t have someone, and you’re not sure if you want them.  Or if you don’t have someone, but you wished for one, once…you can never expect or know when something lovely and beautiful and right can come into your life and make magic of it.

I could never have expected or predicted Jenn.  But I have the rest of my life to thank her for being.

Happy Valentine’s Day.  <3 <3 <3

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