EIGHT BOOK GIVEAWAY

TODAY’S BREW: This new Pink Velvet Mocha at Dunkins that I would slay someone for By Julie  HI GUYS! I bring you the opportunity to win EIGHT DAMN BOOKS right now. An Inked Entertainment…uh…entertainment package brought to you by my fellow book babe, Carrie Harris in celebration of her selling 8 goddamn books in oneContinue reading “EIGHT BOOK GIVEAWAY”

Time’s A-changin’! Sucky Seasonal Affective Disorder and My Kid

TODAY’S BREW: Cinnamon Hazelnut by New England Coffee which actually tastes like both cinnamon AND hazelnut. By Julie  Time’s are a-changin’! In this house that means shortly, Seasonal Affective Disorder will back right the fuck off. For those of you who don’t know, my youngest little guy, Sam: has Bipolar Disorder and OCD. Super funContinue reading “Time’s A-changin’! Sucky Seasonal Affective Disorder and My Kid”

Milestones According to Me

Today’s brew: Eggnog flavor. Because not only did I actually FINISH a carton of eggnog for once, but I longed for more. A few things let you know you’ve arrived as an author. If you are me and those things are incredibly subjective and change all the time. Anyway, some really excellent stuff has happenedContinue reading “Milestones According to Me”

Exploration of Insanity, i.e. my week

TODAY’S BREW: Cinnamon Hazelnut New England Coffee, courtesy of Walmart. By Julie  For retrospective humor and gaping mouths I shall recount my week in bullet points: TUESDAY am offered two jobs through Freelancer that sounded completely legit, complete with interviews, offer letters, no info requested that I felt uncomfortable with, job duties listed, details ofContinue reading “Exploration of Insanity, i.e. my week”

I Can Have As Many Halloween Posts As I Want

TODAY’S BREW: less than I’d like because apparently my blood pressure rises with caffeine. Like the sun does. By Julie  HALLOWEEN APPROACHES and I couldn’t very well call myself Pretty Scary Author if I wasn’t totally immersed in it. Obvs it evolved from running short story showcases every October and wanting to celebrate Women InContinue reading “I Can Have As Many Halloween Posts As I Want”

My Mind is Alive

TODAY’S BREW: What kind of a middle-aged white woman would I be if I didn’t say Pumpkin Spice? By Julie  So, what happened was… I went away from regular stuff. Not in the locked-up sense, I just sort of ignored everything. Not sort of, I did. I ignored the email list, the blog, the FBContinue reading “My Mind is Alive”

A String of Unrelated Wonderful Things to Make You Feel Good

TODAY’S BREW: Target Coconut, also the name of my new band By Julie  The following is a bunch of unrelated things that make me happy and will do the same for you, just to remind you I’m here. Writing books, being Julie. OKAY GO I penned the editing note today, “Don’t be on the receivingContinue reading “A String of Unrelated Wonderful Things to Make You Feel Good”

The Language of Fear: a Women in Horror Guest Post with Harli V. Park

TODAY’S BREW: Mocha something from Target (this part) by Julie  A self-described squid, this talent-tentacled force somehow manages to cohesively put her work into the world through so many ways, I don’t even know how I can give her justice. Harli’s blog (click here) gives you plenty to dive into, but follow her on Instagram and where IContinue reading “The Language of Fear: a Women in Horror Guest Post with Harli V. Park”

Why Being a Woman in Horror is a Triumph

TODAY’S BREW: Butter Rum from Target, one of my favorites. (If you have not had Target coffee, well let me just tell you.) By Julie  IT’S FEBRURARY, has been for 16 days, and once again I’m ashamed to do this: “CRAP, IT’S WOMEN IN HORROR MONTH!” Every year I want to do a GIANT THINGContinue reading “Why Being a Woman in Horror is a Triumph”

The Harpy, by Julie Hutchings

Originally posted on Article 94:
Charity Blake survived a nightmare. Now she is one. Punk-rock runaway Charity Blake becomes a Harpy at night—a treacherous mythical monster who preys upon men just like the ones who abused her. Struggling through an endless stream of crappy coffee shop jobs, revolted stares, and self-isolation during the day, Charity longs…