AunTie’s_Miracles❤️

Sometime this week I’m hoping I’ll have one or two stories up:
          
          Till We’re Old and Grey, a 2023 ONC, suspense, dark romance about 83-year-old Anita who fell in love with Russell when she was just 14.
          
          The Stars are Made of Metal, a 2025 ONC, science fiction novel about robots enslaving humans and the lengths a young woman will go to be free. 
          
          The two books that I loved and enjoyed writing. 
          
          Just a warning, these will be pretty, ugly rough drafts that’ll be up on this account until I finish them, and then I’ll slowly transition this account into more of a platform for children’s book; they were my first love and my happy place.
          
          - AunTie’s Love ❤️

It’s been a hectic few months and to keep me even more busy, I recently became a foster mom to three tiny wren eggs. They’re about the size of a jellybean and they constantly need to be monitored. Sleep has literally flown out the window but I’m hoping that I can get back to reading and writing soon, even if it’s the roughest of rough drafts. For now I’m stuck in a cycle of monitoring and adjusting which has put me in an audiobooks-only phase.
          
          Fingers crossed we can find a nearby rescue because if/when they hatch we’d have to feed them every 15 to 20 minutes. And as one woman described, “it’s a nightmare”, and I think that’s what she does for a living. 
          
          What a fun way to start summer!
           

You would think hardship and loss would bring people together but I must’ve had my head in a book too long because they’re really talking about fighting at a memorial…
          I hope it doesn’t happen because my anxiety can’t handle this. And the guy who starts the mess tries to act all nice by hugging everyone. I’m too nice, how do I politely not hug him?

About nine days ago, I met the smallest little butterfly, he landed on the palm of my hands and showed me that even behind the darkest of clouds,  the light will always show.
          
          Look within the cracks,
          Those same cracks that’ll need a little breaking,
          Bigger and bigger they’ll grow until 
          You’re standing in the middle,
          
          The middle of hope,
          The middle of happiness, 
          
          Keep kindling that light,
          Watch it turn into a mountain,
          
          A mountain of milestones and memories,
          Blossoming and blossoming it will grow…
          
          —❤️

Lil Dam turns a week old today! The nurses dressed him up in little bunny ears and eggs around him. This was the longest week of my life, but the nurses call him their little tiger cub.
          
          I’m a proud AunTie! ❤️
          
          Happy Sunday!

I’m looking for things to read.
          I want to read uplifting books but I’m afraid they’ll dive into sadness before they reach the happy stuff, and these clouds are all dried out, so I might jump down the rabbit hole of Romance for the first time… humor/comedy would be nice but they’re usually hard to get into.. any recommendations?

Please, pray for baby Damon and my sister.  He’s 17 weeks early. He’s fighting. 

I’m going dark over here. I don’t know for how long or if I’ll ever come back.
          
          -Love from me to you, always! ❤️

-Vent-
          
          I went into this years ONC mentally prepared, then life came and it broke down that mentality piece by piece until I was questioning whether to join or not, but the prompts were just so good and I bit off more than I could chew—forced myself into throwing words onto a page. I later realized there was really no bond between me and my characters; I compromised my writing for a contest. I wrote because I felt like I had to. Because I wanted so badly to have an escape. Because I thought if I didn’t join that I was letting go of that last hope to rekindle my love for writing, but I only strained it more. 
          
          I’m deeply grateful for the support my books got! It hurts that I didn’t put much effort into them. Knowing I didn’t have time, I should’ve just took a year off, but I’m going to be an aunt soon and I was so afraid that this might be my last year to join. 
          
          I’m sorry to those to those who were reading The Stars are Made of Metal and The Keys to Freedom. 
          
          -vent over-
          
          

Shoutout to Eliana for completing her first ONC book! That’s a huge accomplishment! Go check out her book!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/390005442?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=stuck_in_the__clouds