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I wrote a little novella called Spring Dreamers  — and it’s free when you subscribe. Woo! It’s soft, a little messy, and very much about feelings showing up when you least expect them. If you’re in the mood for something quick and romantic, you can join my newsletter and grab a copy! Take it to the beach or read during work breaks. :) If you’ve already downloaded it, I’d love to hear what you think. Thanks for being here! xoxo

Do you have that someone? Your person. The one who makes you a priority over everything else. If you do, hold onto that. Not everyone gets it. I sometimes wonder how people find that kind of connection. Is it a friend? A partner? A spouse? Someone you see every day? Someone who chose you and keeps choosing you? Time changes things. Love doesn’t always stay bright in the same way it was at the beginning. Youth fades. Excitement softens. But I’d like to think the heart — the st

I took a sip of the spicy broth in my ramen. It went down the wrong tube. Not a gentle “oops” sip. No. This was full-throttle, throat-on-fire, immediate-regret, why-is-my-body-like-this chaos. I am coughing. Wheezing. Trying to rejoin the land of the living. My eyes are watering. My lungs are reconsidering their commitment to this relationship. And through the haze of near-death-by-ramen, my partner says— Wait for it. “Bless you.” Bless me. Sir. What part of my throat activel

Is it me, or are the days flying by at hyper speed? My to-do list is constantly being rearranged, and I’m at the point where “pushing something off to another day” somehow feels like getting something done. Ugh. Of course, it doesn’t help that I’m the world’s most committed procrastinator. If there were an Olympic event for “strategic delay,” I’d at least medal. The strange part? I’m consistently behind. At least I am consistent? There should be an award for that. Some days I

It’s been a genuinely lovely weekend over here. First: ATEEZ came out with a new album yesterday, Golden Hour: Part 4 , and it has been on repeat. Adrenaline  is my favorite track so far—instant energy, instant mood lift. If you need something upbeat and fun in your ears, highly recommend checking it out. Second: Winter Olympics . YES. My favorite Olympics. This means Olympic events will be on my TV all day, every day. Figure skating, snowboarding, people doing absolutely imp

It’s pretty much guaranteed that we’ve all had “one of those days” at some point. Or… often. Lately, I’ve had a lot of them. Editing right now feels like running an obstacle course while wearing clown shoes and a blindfold. I’ve also developed a serious case of the dropsies—everything my hands try to grasp either slips right through or gets dropped immediately. Life is challenging. And while some days I’d very much like to curl up and give up, most days I turn to the things t

There are moments when I want a complex, gritty story that leaves me emotionally stretched and thinking about it for days — Stephen King, brain-bending endings that have me reeling for at least a week. And then there are moments when I absolutely don’t. Sometimes I’m tired, sick, or overwhelmed. Or just quietly done with the day (more often than not lately). And in those moments, I don’t want realism — I want reassurance. A story that promises things will work out, even if th

I told my significant other I was making ravioli. He decided it was a good time to run to the store. I said, very clearly, “I’m starving, so I’m eating whether you’re here or not.” (Important context: I had been sick and without food for days. This was not a casual hunger. This was survival.) He says, “That’s cool. I’ll eat when I get back.” So I eat...or inhale...while a tiny, angelic voice whispers, "Leave some for him!" Meanwhile, I'm fully aware that I should have added o

I went to pick up my Walmart order with my ID ready for the Cayman Jack margaritas (my kryptonite). Prepared. Hopeful. Feeling good about getting something accomplished. The employee guy walks out and I offer my license for the ID check. He waves it off saying, “It’s okay. I don’t need it. I got it already.” I say, “But…how?” He says with an ultra-chipper grin, “I saw you. I looked at you.” And just like that, I was humbled in the Walmart pickup lane. #FeelingAgedLikeAFineWin

I’ve been sitting on this for a while, and I can finally say it out loud: I’m finishing up a free novella . It’s called Spring Dreamers , and it’s a romantic comedy about deadlines, daydreams, and the kind of feelings that show up when you absolutely did not plan for them. It’s also the reason I finally stopped procrastinating and set up my newsletter. Here’s what it’s about: Samantha Marin is ready to trade deadlines for daydreams at a South Beach singles retreat, dragging h

The internet is great at making it look like everyone else has a perfectly mapped-out plan. I do not. What I do  have is a half-finished reader magnet, a blog that’s younger than I intended, and a writing life that’s very much happening in real time. To be completely honest, the beginning of this new year was… rough. A surprise trip to urgent care knocked the wind out of me—physically and mentally—and forced everything into slow motion. Not catastrophic, but enough to remind

Every author needs a little help sometimes — and luckily, I have two of the best  assistants around. Sure, they have fur, four legs, and a deep disdain for deadlines, but Groot (left) and Rocket (right) are the heart (and chaos) of my writing world. Groot takes his job as emotional-support specialist very seriously. His duties include: Curling up in my bed (in my spot) when inspiration strikes. Offering judgmental side-eyes during dramatic plot moments. Making sure I never fo

If you told me a few years ago that I’d have three  books under my belt, I probably would’ve laughed and said, “Sure… maybe one day.” That one day  came faster than I expected. When I first started writing, I had no clue what I was doing — no fancy publishing connections, no background in editing or marketing — just a story that wouldn’t leave me alone. It was messy, heartfelt, and completely mine...for about 11 or 12 years. Like so many writers, I dreamed of seeing my name o

I can’t believe I finally get to type these words… The rough draft of my third novel is complete!  🥹✨ This story has been a rollercoaster from start to finish — emotional, funny, and a little bit messy (just like real life). Writing this one took me on such a journey. There were nights I questioned everything, mornings I rewrote entire chapters, and afternoons I wondered if I’d ever get the ending just right. But she did it. We  did it. Seeing my main character finally find

Hey there! I’m Connie — romantic comedy writer, yarn enthusiast, and proud dog mom to Groot and Rocket 🐾 If you’ve somehow stumbled into my cozy corner of the internet, welcome! I write stories that mix humor, heart, and a healthy dose of chaos — because let’s be honest, real life rarely goes according to plan (and neither do my characters’ lives). You might know me from Me & Eryn Carlo  — a friendship-fueled rom-com about life’s curveballs — or Grace’s Knitties , a heartwar