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✅ Pirate chic outfit ✅ Lavender chai iced latte ✅Super cute leather hip purse Daughter and I are on the way to a concert!

Let’s play: Describe your book using a barely relevant side plot. Shadows of Old Town: Grumpy master thief trains a smartass child apprentice while trying to do grownup crime things.

My social media has taught me three things this year: Bury your tomato plants up to the second set of leaves, but only in warm soil. Wash your rice or Angry Mulan Man will 💀 you. Dice, dragons, and donuts will bring you happiness.

Sometimes writing is getting 3000 words down on the WIP. But sometimes it’s staring off into space brainstorming how to make your characters HURT even more.

Wanna be gay and do crime? Read Shadows of Old Town. Wanna be gay and do space crime? Read Chasing the White Rabbit. Wanna have a gay werewolf best friend and… no, Ben is just late for class… still go read Once Upon a Wizard’s Curse.

My Revit takes too long to save/load/open across the vpn so I have three instances open and I’m hopping between projects like a mad hatter.

The best part about working from home is I get to decompress at lunch by watching Witch Hat Atelier and pining after Qifrey.

Shadows of Old Town has been described as having “anxiety that just flies off the page” and I’m torn about whether I’m happy I got it across or sad because it was so easy for me to portray.

Second book. Still causing trouble. Still getting caught. Still managing to find a way out of it.

I feel like there are two kinds of dark whimsical. The goth vampire kitten… And the cozy but crazy witch that would bake your ass into a pie if you stepped on her flowers.

Concentrating at work on the first day of Pride Month as a rainbow adult is like a kid concentrating on school right before vacation.

Hi! I’m bisexy and proud! 💜💙🩷 I’m also happily married to an amazing man, and it’s funny to me that we don’t have the same taste in women. 🤣

GAY BOOKS HERE! GET YOUR GAY BOOKS HERE! Where only ONE of the amazing things about the worlds is that being queer is just normal.

Gray is a thief, and a good one. He has the guildmaster’s ear, the hearts of the ladies—and the gentlemen—and the loyalty of all the thieves in Old Town. But the road to infamy is paved with pain-in-the-ass responsibilities, and loyalty is a fiddly thing among criminals.

Welcome to An Entire Month of Queer! We will be doing everything we usually do, just with rainbows! It’ll be beautiful!

I’m just an author, bringing a character to life, and tragically ripping everything they’ve ever loved away from them.

It’s almost pride month. Go read my gay little space opera and rejoice in the thought that in space, we’re ALL different.

Sure sex is great, but have you written a flashback from a character’s POV where the reader goes “oh shit that’s what happened?!” but the character himself doesn’t even realize something important went down right in front of his face between the other participants?

I love it when you're editing a story and the missing piece that would make everyone in it hurt so much more keenly just falls into place.

Life is a love story. When writing any tale, remember that people yearn for love. Maybe not romance, but love. They may never get it, they may try to reject it, but it’s part of who they are. Love is connection. It will make your characters real.

He’s my little vampire cat menace.

They say you should always have wrist support when using a laptop, so I guest Hadar is just being thoughtful?

I pitted a whole bunch of bing cherries and put them in a bag in the freezer. Now I need to find a recipe for some kind of cherry dessert… any recommends?

🎶 If your bones creak when you walk, clap your hands! 🎶 Lightly! LIGHTLY!! Oh gods. Call a chiropractor.

Here is your periodic reminder that I have FOUR books available to purchase with lovable rogues, found families, witty dialogue, and copious amounts of swearing. Also some kissing. And some murder. tamiolsen.com

When I was a preteen out in the middle of nowhere I got books wherever I could: my dad’s small shelf of SFF, rummage sales, kind teachers trying to help. No online books back then. So my early book history is… eclectic at best. Sometimes disturbing for my age. Maybe that’s why I turned out this way.

I follow the goblin theory of housecleaning: If it could possibly someday bring you a small amount of joy or be of use in a MacGyver situation, stuff it in a box somewhere so you can’t ever find it.

One of the most useful things an author can learn from reading widely is the ability to look at a list of synonyms in the thesaurus and instinctively know the minute difference between each of them so they can pick the right one for a situation.

Dear new followers: I’m a chaotic neutral dice goblin, a bookwyrm and kitchen witch, and I swear unapologetically. I wrote a handful of SFF books that are quite good. I block freely because I don’t have time for bullshit, and I come here to get the happy chemicals.

If you look real close at why I write MCs that are lovable rogues deaing with way too much life shit and somehow being gentleman assholes and uplifting their partners… you’ll find some kind of childhood trauma and soul-quivering need.

Fighting GenAI is my resistance language.

This tragic dark fantasy is letting me bleed so much tragic angst onto the page that it’s gushing out his ears. Teenage bookworm me is in love.

I accidentally drove to town and got an iced lavender chai latte. Then I accidentally put on some medieval apothecary style ambiance music. Now I’m going to try to accidentally write a bestselling tragic dark fantasy.

See those orange ears on Apollo? That’s enough orange cat to remove the vast majority of his brain cells. So he likes to help me when I garden but he jumps on my back when I bend down and uses me like a moving couch. 😩

My blueberry has survived both the winter and the rabbits!!!

I’m having a really bad flare up, but it’s memorial weekend and I have to go put flowers on the graves of my ancestors. Bob give me strength and let this pickle help the muscle pain.

Gray was only a child when he took a dare to jump through a portal into a terrifying labyrinth. The experience left him with a “gift” for sensing magic, and a deep-seated fear of magic itself. Now he’s a master thief, and the labyrinth has come back to claim him. books2read.com/u/mZ6Znl

I found catmint! I think it looks so good there. (Ignore the tall grass. That’s just… a natural border for the landscaping.)

My co-DM was sleeping on the job last night.

Oh sure. EVERYONE wants an isolated cottage in the woods. Now I have NEIGHBORS again. FFS. Can’t you see the bone totems around the perimeter? Didn’t that lazy raven tell you to beware? Why haven’t the trees been shifting the paths around like I pay them to?

I just called my daughter to ask her to pick me up something to mix into my dirt to make it not so dirt. She just sighed and said ok. 🤣

Well, I finally got my second bed filled and planted the peppers and chives. And the great mulchening has begun. Also my herbs are going to report me for abuse.

Facebook just showed me my own post and asked if I was interested in it. That’s the most an app has passive aggressively yeeted me to the void in a long time.

What do I have to put in this chocolate protein juice box to make it taste like the lavender chai latte I really want? Is it thoughts and prayers?

Don’t follow me for gardening tips unless you want to learn how to garden like a deranged ADHD raccoon named MacGyver with a cake in the oven and a feud with Mother Nature.

I know I need to post something to market my books but I’m raw dogging the ADHD/chronic pain thing today and still trying to do my day job, so I guess… please buy a book? The links are in my bio. It would make my day so much better. 😩

This is workplace harassment.

Meetings are fun! I’ve added an ice cream cone to my desk. I think that’s a spot where some tape pulled the varnish off once? Oh well. It looked like it wanted to be an ice cream cone.

I write broken characters. Characters with problems, with flaws, who aren’t always making the best choices, or for the best reasons. Characters who hurt. Because I’m broken, and I think we all are in some way or another. tamiolsen.com