Here’s to a Saturday confession from a woman whose fictional heroine is somehow more emotionally stable than she is. There comes a moment in most writer’s lives when you realize, slowly, painfully, with a sip of ice cold water, that your protagonist is living a healthier emotional life than you are. She’s fictional. She’s made…
Things I Wish I Could Tell My Younger Self (But She Would Ignore Me)
This is a bit of a love letter, a warning, and a gentle roast of myself. There are so many things I wish I could tell my younger self. Not because she was doing things wrong. It’s just that she was doing the absolute most with no information. She was a tiny chaos engine powered…
Killer Heels Saturday – Chapter One: She Had a Premise and a Pair of Pumps
Every book begins with a spark. Not a polite spark either but more like the kind that snaps, hisses, and threatens to burn your eyebrows off if you ignore it. This week we’re talking about the moment the idea for my book was born. The genre. The themes. The characters who started whispering in my…
Tiny Joys For Grounding In The Chaos This Week
This week has been… a lot. The kind of week where my brain feels like 47 tabs are open, two are frozen, and one is playing music I can’t find. But even inside the chaos, I kept stumbling into these tiny, glittery moments that reminded me I’m still here, still me, still capable of softness….
Color Crush: Tidal Teal — The Moment Everything Becomes Clear
There are colors you wear, colors you use, and then there are colors that feel like they rinse your whole spirit clean. The latter is Tidal Teal. It’s a hue that doesn’t just sit on the surface but moves through you like a wave pulling back, revealing what’s been there all along. This is a…
Behind The Heels
Killer Heels “Stiletto” If you’ve been around for about 5 minutes you know I love a good reveal. A good rot day in bed. A good lemonade refresher from Starbucks and an oversized cable knit sweater. So welcome to my world of chaos and a sort of behind the curtain of writing my first book. I…
Art Interrupted
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,…
My Visual Calling Card
Artists typically have a signature. It’s not necessarily an actual signature but more of a thing that’s identifiable to everyone else. Think Van Goghs swirling brush strokes or Yayoi Kusama’s signature polka dots. Kusama is the reason I got into the creative world and started playing with bold colors. Her art was the first thing I saw that invoked a feeling. I knew immediately I needed to play with colors, and I knew immediately I needed to incorporate her in my home. I’ve followed…
Street Art: The Art Of Public Emotion
Street art has always been louder than paint. It’s a pulse, a protest, a love letter, a confession, or even a warning. It’s the moment someone decides that their feelings deserve a wall, not a whisper. When you trace history, you realize street art isn’t just about color or style. It’s about emotion made public….
Lupus….The Silent Killer
I have Lupus. It’s so weird to say that because besides asthma in my childhood and some thyroid issues years ago that are now also being attributed to lupus, I’ve been relatively healthy in life. At this point, lupus has taken a kidney and an ovary from me so far and I’m still learning everyday…
Savi Monroe XO 