It’s time to come clean. With the Festivus “Airing of Grievances” yesterday, I’m in the spirit of honesty, and I need to get something off my chest. I’m terrible at wrapping presents. I used to think this was because I was buying the shitty wrapping paper that tears every time you look at it wrong,… Read more I am the world’s worst wrapper of presents.
My name is Elia Winters, and I’m a cliché. I love the shit out of Fall. Tomorrow is the first day of October. The nights are cool, temperatures dropping easily into the 40s at night, and the Hilltowns have already experienced their first frost of the season. The leaves are changing, because it’s New England and… Read more Another White Woman Talks About Fall
I always assumed there would be some point in my life where I finally felt grown up. When I reached that age, I would no longer feel the need to jump in puddles, or giggle at fart jokes, or build pillow forts. I would read nothing but Serious Literature and I would know what kind… Read more On never growing up, or why you should do GISHWHES
Sometimes writing is easy. On those days, even when you’re not writing, your mind is awash with book possibilities, and when you actually sit down to the keyboard, the words just flow like someone is dictating the story and you’re just writing it down. Days like that are amazing. It’s like being in a movie montage with… Read more I’m Writing This Post Instead of a Book Right Now
Some women are just catty, right? They’re manipulative back-stabbing bitches, and we want them to face their comeuppance. When they appear in movies or books, we cheer for them to be taken down, for our heroine to triumph over these mean girls. They’re the women we love to hate. Maybe all those things are true.… Read more Why I stopped writing bitches
I’m an incurable optimist. I try the front row in the parking lot at the mall during Christmas season. I call in during radio sweepstakes. I believe that people are inherently good, tomorrow is another day, and everything will ultimately turn out well. People sometimes think this means I’m not realistic, that I live in… Read more Why I’ll Always Get My Hopes Up
It’s taken me a while to figure out that yes, when it comes to character types, I have a clear favorite. More than rugged cowboys, sensitive bad-boys, and beefy jocks, my knees go week over the aloof genius. (Or, if you prefer, the “brilliant asshole,” which is an equally accurate description.) The aloof genius is… Read more My Favorite Character Type: The Aloof Genius
Look up “fangirl” on Urban Dictionary, and the results will be less than flattering. Despite this, though, I don’t mind the term. It adequately names what can only be described as a series of obsessions I’ve enjoyed since childhood. I would delve into some show or film, watching it endlessly, purchasing merchandise, even – as… Read more Fangirling: Why I always have and always will
I love sex. I love having it, thinking about it, reading about it, and definitely writing about it. I think sex is fun and wonderful, and I think erotica and erotic romance are fantastic. Thus it really riles me up when I see something like this on a writer’s forum: “My characters are going to… Read more A Defense of Erotic Romance
It’s definitely a “guilty pleasures” time of year. The holidays brings out the best in indulgences, from rich food and drink to staying up late and sleeping in the next day. This time of year, I’m spending a lot of time just goofing off with my husband and partaking in these and many other “guilty… Read more Guilty pleasures… without guilt?