I’ve been asked a few times now why I would add writing to my already overflowing plate. There’s a few different answers I’ve given but it kind of just boils down to…. Because I can. Between my full time job in intellectual property, rebuilding my digital footprint and small business 6 years after walking away, and accepting a recruitment position for a new venture for a large arts and craft company that I’m not allowed to elaborate on just yet. How could I possibly have time? I am finding it.

I don’t do well with idle time. Like so many, covid time really wreaked havoc on my mental health. I just had too much free time. Free time to over think, overreact, and cause chaos. I am focusing and working hard on myself and not affecting the people around me. I’ve never been very good at that. When I break down, I tend to affect the people around me and I am trying hard not to make my issues other people’s issues. Therapy has been hard. Confronting the things I’ve fought so hard to bury and ignore has been awful if I’m being honest but every day, I take little steps to do better. I’ve also been diagnosed with lupus, lost a kidney from it, but found my way through the fog with the help of some great doctors, a lot of medicine, and some interesting eastern meets western medicine techniques.

Now with all that being said, sure I’m rarely bored and over worked but there is an end goal. Add in another big move and a newish relationship, sure some could say it’s crazy. So why in the middle of a life implosion and so much change am I throwing myself headfirst into writing? Simply answered, because someone in the industry pushed me to do it and thinks I can. I am entering my yes era. Say yes to things that terrify me. Say yes to people who encourage me to do better. Say yes to finding success in something new. The goal is to eventually step away from intellectual property and immerse myself into all things creative but for now, like most people who venture out into new things, I must keep my stable job and just find a way to do it all.

The Call of Killer Heels was too loud in my brain to let it go anyways. Anyone with ADHD knows what I mean. It’s become my obsession. One I think about and plays out often in my head and if I don’t get it out, I’m not sure I’ll be able to move on. It started as a whisper of a thought. A scene in my head. A character and how she’d turn out. A pair of shoes that I saw once and now can’t let go. I remember thinking those heels tell a story and I just know any woman who wears them kicks ass. For anyone wondering lol it was the Iriza Flower Strass 100mm pumps by Christian Louboutin. With those shoes in mind, I bet most of you can see my vision. They are the epitome of romance meets empowerment.

So yes, I have a fulltime job. Yes, I just accepted a new position that has yet to truly be defined and not sure exactly what role I’m playing for that company launching a brand-new venture. Yes, I’m in a new place and building a new relationship. Yes, I’m working rebuilding not only a brand that I walked away from 6 years ago but also rebuilding myself. Yes, I’m trying to heal and fight an autoimmune disease but creating doesn’t wait for perfect conditions. So here I go headfirst into the chaos, and I get to take everyone with me. The plan is to document everything. The good and the bad. The writing, editing, marketing, managing, publishing and all the things that come from the chaos.  

Here’s a sneak peek at a very raw unedited version of the prelude of Stiletto…..

Prelude

12 years ago

“Mom it’s going to be ok. I’m just joining the reserves to help pay for school. I’m not joining a cult. Please stop crying.” I whispered to my mother.

This woman was so dramatic. I loved her with my whole heart, but she should really get an Oscar for this performance.

She sniffed delicately and reached for my hand. “Come home alive. You are my baby and I hate the thought of you out there fighting for your life.” My mother whispered back.

“Mom it’s boot camp. I am not fighting for my life. At best, I’m going to get in shape. Please stop being so dramatic. I don’t want Dad to use your retirement funds or take out a second mortgage on the restaurant to pay for college. I also don’t want loans. I’ll be fine.” I told her as calmly as I could.

“Oh alright. You’re as stubborn as your father. Go. Leave me. Go earn your way.” She said with an attitude. Then my mother leaned her cheek into me which I knew was her way of saying kiss me and leave. Which is exactly what I did.

Climbing onto the bus I found the first seat I could take next to a gorgeous dark-haired beauty. She was drop dead gorgeous. The kind of beautiful that made you stop and look.

“Hi, I am Reagan, but everyone calls me Rio, mind if I sit here?” I asked.

“Not at all. I’m Serafina but everyone just calls me Sofie.” She said.

I started to glance around and noticed that I was on a bus full of women. They were all exceptionally attractive too. Some conventional beauty and some exotic beauty.

Jeez apparently the reserves were where the hot girls joined. Immediately I started to feel self-conscious. I was cute but not on the levels of these girls.

“Did you notice how gorgeous everyone is one this bus?” Serafina asked.

“I just noticed that. I think I may be on the wrong bus.” I mumbled as I pulled at my t shirt to make sure the roll, I developed from cookie cake wasn’t sticking out.

Serafina just giggled and replied, “Girl you belong here.”

I went to reply but just as I opened my mouth a woman in a perfectly tailored white pants suit and heels sky high stepped on the bus.

“Hello ladies. My name is Sara and I am here to offer you the chance of a lifetime.” She said.

The lights went dim and the bus started to drive.

“Please hold all questions until we arrive at the ranch. I’ll be happy to explain everything once we are in a more secure location.” Sara said.  

My spidey senses were tingling. What did I sign up for? I thought before the lights on the bus went completely black.

I had a feeling my life was about to change in ways I never could have imagined.

Boy was I right.

XOXO,

Savi Monroe