At least that’s what I keep telling myself. I don’t know the first thing about writing a book – at least one of fiction. I’ve written memoirs upon countless memoirs, but I want to write fiction. Create a world a person can get lost in, and when they stop reading it’s like waking up from a dream. Whether that dream was one of torment and mystery, love and romance, or fantasy and magic it doesn’t matter because the reader wants to dive back into the sleep that is reading. That’s how I feel when I read a good book, and I want to create that for others.

….The only problem is I can never finish the ideas that I start. I fear I shall be forced to create a novella of short stories to create one whole such as Ray Bradbury’s The Martian Chronicles. Don’t get me wrong, that was an amazing book, but I want to create one single novel length story. Unfortunately, I can never commit to the ideas I have and they stay stale in a folder labeled ‘Fem’s Stories.’ Okay, not Fem, but for anonymity’s sake – this is the internet – I have chosen to call myself Fem.

So here I am, on WordPress.com showing the world my ideas. Maybe one day they shall turn into something fruitful, but until then I am just a dilettante of fiction writing. If you are intrigued, by all means like, follow, comment, and read. We can experience the pains and joys of fictional writing together.


You can check out my nonfictional more serious blog here: Feminine Vestige

Until then, I bid you adieu.




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