When I was fourteen I knew everything. I’d seen everything. I was right about everything. You couldn’t tell me anything. When I was twenty-four I was wrong about everything. I screwed up everything. You couldn’t get me to believe in anything. When I was thirty-four I figured out some things. I saw some things. Learned
Is hope to be found; in things I buy underground. From plants and pills; my world spills; into the next. Until nothing beats inside my chest.
Four years ago I went to a writing conference. I learned that I was doing lots of things wrong when it came to my writing, but mostly when it came to querying agents. I thought spell check was the same as editing. I thought 120,000 words for a YA romance was totally fine. You get
Sometimes I hear a song that inspires a scene, a character, or just a feeling. I’ll buy it, load it to my iPod and play it every chance I get. I play until it’s just another set of chords and words that don’t stop me in my tracks and force me to absorb its melody
I reached 1,000 likes on my Facebook page. I know in the grand scheme of life, it’s just a page. But it kind of feels like a milestone. So, I’m giving away some stuff. Follow my page if you want to win Amazon gift cards, t-shirts, signed books, chocolates, wine, beer, an oil change. https://www.facebook.com/nicoleloufasauthor
My Eyes You’re my eyes when I can’t see; the destructive life I tend to lead. Drugs or drink. Sex, love, or how I think. Although we often disagree. Through your eyes I will see. The person I am destined to be.
I’ve been dying to share this news since last year! My book was chosen for The Bookworm Box! I am so honored to be included among past authors like E.L. James, Colleen Hoover, Tarryn Fisher, R.S. Grey and Jamie McGuire. What is the Bookworm Box? It is a monthly subscription box that comes with
So, I missed a week. But good things were happening. I had a Cover Reveal for my new book. If you haven’t seen it, you should check it out. It’s beautiful. And now – poetry. You’re right. I’m wrong. Same old dance to a different song. The lyrics vary day to day. The melody is
This started as a love poem then went way off course. That’s why I love it. It was actually 4 poems that I morphed into one. The path I follow has no signs. No lights. No lane. I make my own way. Follow my own rules. Create my fate. … In your hand is a
I suck at self-promotion. I don’t feel like doing another blog tour. So, I had the brilliant idea to host a Rafflecopter Giveaway this week. CLICK HERE TO ENTER All you have to do is like my Facebook Author page or follow me on Twitter (or both) for a chance to win a $25 Amazon gift