Caela’s Creator

It’s funny to me that I find it difficult to talk about myself.  I am a heroine addict, a femme fatale junkie and a fairy tale reimaginer.  I write some too… That’s most of what you’ll find here.  Trials, tribulations and general musings from a gal that has spent way too much time on the sidelines, watching others do what she knows she should be doing herself.  I have a magnet on my fridge that says simply: “What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?”  I look at it everyday and wonder.  I should say I used to wonder.  And now I know.

I have plunged head first into a commitment. I gasp aloud as I type that word.  My commitment you ask? I will finally be participating in the National Novel Writing Month.  I have tasked my overly critical and highly judgmental mind to write 50,000 words in 30 days.  I think I have a story to tell.  No, literary fiction it ain’t.  It’s “genre fiction”, the stuff of fairy tales and dream worlds, where little girls can be the badasses and the bitches they long to be.  Caela is just such a woman.  She is all I wished to be and more.  Ironically, I’m honestly not sure who she is yet, but I will find out.  Sooner than anticipated most likely.  This blog is about her creation, her molding… from all the archetypes and negative stereotypes I can find out in the world.  The question, gentle reader, is whether or not other women can handle her.

Come hang out from time to time.  Wonder how it is that I’m allowed to walk the streets where you live.  Wonder who the hell I think I am and where the hell I get off.  Or maybe just help me have some deep, graphic, and odd but necessary conversations about all that is and all that should be.  Also, keep an eye on the word count on the right there.  See it? Just there? Yeah, that thing.  I wanna win, but more importantly, I want to achieve a thing I know I need to… Can’t wait to see what happens next.

I already know I like you,
Tama