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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