I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

Début

The world struggles around It, a back and forth seesaw of demand and denial. It flops inside its box as the world spins, turned upside down. One of the shining, pearl-topped pins jabs Its leg. The pain is a shock. But It is unable to do anything about the agony. Gravity lets go and It floats for what seems an eternity before crashing into something hard.

The box remains intact, at least. Its home, Its safe haven.

Still, It has no fear, only confusion and need. Where is the girl in whose image It was created?

Silence. Darkness. Waiting.

All the while, the pin. And the pain. On and on forever.

Alice isn't popular. Alice isn't pretty. Alice isn't likable--at least, that's what she's been told most of her life. Moving to a new town hasn't helped any, not with her nasty brother torturing her almost daily and her too-cool, uber-popular cousin making her life miserable. When Alice finds an old doll in her grandmother's attic, she feels an unusual connection to it. She just can't bring herself to feel bad when horrible things start happening to the people who are cruel to her...

Pins and Needles

Too shocked to react, Alice stood there, hand pressed to the stinging spot on her cheek while the world erupted around her. Betty was suddenly at her side, jerking Aunt Christine back, shrieking to never touch her daughter again while Aunt Christine screamed back about Alice being a meddling little bitch. Only Rose's calm presence, forced between the two women, stopped the fight before the sisters starting hitting each other.


Betty shook, glaring at Aunt Christine. "Get out of this house and never come back."


   Aunt Christine scowled, the intensity of her emotions forcing even her botoxed brow to furrow. "I wish you'd never come back here!"


   "You would have loved that, wouldn't you?" Betty lashed out only to have Rose hold her back. "Sell this place and keep everything for yourself, you selfish bitch."


Chapter 28: Blame