Hey readers 💔📚
It’s late as I write this. The world is quiet, and my mind is racing the way it always does when I’m working on a new story.
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about secrets—how we keep them, why we keep them, and what happens when they finally come out. That’s kind of my thing, right? A girl, a lie, a death. A group of friends who aren’t as close as they seem. You know the formula. But it never stops being fascinating to me.
When I wrote They All Had a Reason, I didn’t expect it to resonate the way it has. I wrote it because I couldn’t not write it. The voice of the main character came to me like a whisper in the dark—soft, scared, and angry all at once. And once I heard, I had to write. The girls in that book aren’t perfect. They can be selfish and petty and cruel and sometimes beautiful in the most broken ways. But I think that’s what makes them real. Or at least real enough to identify with them.
Anyway, I should probably get back to my manuscript before the characters start yelling at me again. (Writers, you know what I mean.) If you’ve read something lately that shattered you a little, in that good way, tell me in the comments. I’m always looking for my next obsession.
Until next time—keep your lights low, your books close, and your secrets closer.
All my best,
Michele
