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How To Write Without An Outline?

One does simply not write without an outline… or do they?

Yes. They absolutely do.

I used to believe every story needed a meticulous roadmap. Color-coded notes. Character sheets. Timelines. Chapter breakdowns. I would spend weeks outlining, rearranging plot points, perfecting backstories no reader would ever see. By the time I finally started drafting, I was exhausted. Worse—I was bored. I’d already told myself the story.

Now, I spend far less time outlining and far more time writing. And for me, that shift has made all the difference.

Writing without an outline doesn’t mean beginning with nothing. It doesn’t mean wandering blindly across a blank page, hoping something coherent appears. It simply means beginning with something small. A spark instead of a blueprint. A question instead of a map.

For me, that spark often comes in the form of a what if.

What if Belle wasn’t the beauty in the fairytale—but the beast?

That single question became the foundation for my short story Stealing Beauty, published in 2019 by Iron Faerie Publishing in their FABLE anthology. I didn’t start with a three-act structure. I started with tension. With inversion. With curiosity. And as I followed that thread, scene by scene, the story revealed itself.

That same approach works for novels, too.

The idea for my forthcoming novel, Dandelions, began with an image: a yellow dandelion pushing stubbornly up through the grass beneath a wrought iron fence. Something fragile forcing its way into a place it wasn’t meant to grow. Something bright in a space meant to contain it.

My children used to love making wishes on dandelions when they were little. They’d close their eyes, blow the seeds into the air, and believe with their whole hearts that something magical might happen.

There’s story in that. Hope. Confinement. Resilience. Wishes. Loss. Memory.

I didn’t outline a plot first. I followed the feeling.

That’s the beauty of starting small. A single image. A single question. A single moment heavy with possibility. From there, you ask more questions. You explore consequences. You let characters react. You allow the story to surprise you.

Some writers thrive on detailed outlines. They build cathedrals before laying the first stone. And that’s wonderful.

But others—myself included—build as they go. We discover the shape of the cathedral while standing inside it.

Writing inspiration comes from anywhere: a childhood memory, a passing comment, a photograph, a fairytale turned sideways. You don’t need a long, elaborate outline before you begin. You need curiosity. You need momentum. You need permission to start before you feel fully ready.

Sometimes the best way to find your story is simply to begin writing it.

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St. Patrick’s Day, Snakes, and Irish Mythology

St. Patrick’s Day rolls around every year and suddenly everything turns green.

Shamrocks. Hats. Rivers. Beer.

And if you’ve spent any time reading Irish mythology—or writing it like I have—you start noticing something interesting.

The stories people know about Ireland?

They aren’t always the real ones.

Take the famous legend: St. Patrick driving the snakes out of Ireland.

Great story.

Except Ireland never actually had snakes.

None.

Which means the story probably wasn’t about snakes at all.

Most historians believe the “snakes” were symbolic. A way of talking about the older pagan beliefs of Ireland fading as Christianity spread across the country.

Now whether that’s completely true or not…

That’s a debate for historians.

But here’s the interesting part.

Ireland never actually lost its mythology.

It just learned to live beside Christianity.

Ireland Did Something Different

Look at the history and you’ll see it.

Holy wells that used to belong to old gods suddenly connected to saints.

Ancient sacred sites with churches built right on top of them.

Stories about the Sídhe and the fae that people still whisper about… even while going to Mass on Sunday.

Ireland didn’t erase its mythology.

It layered it.

And honestly?

That’s part of what hooked me.

Why Irish Mythology Shows Up in My Writing

If you’ve read the Eldritch series, you’ve probably noticed something.

Irish mythology is everywhere in it.

That wasn’t originally the plan.

But once I started digging into Celtic folklore, I got stuck there.

The fae.

The courts.

The strange overlap between the human world and the Otherworld.

It’s perfect for paranormal romance.

Because the whole genre runs on one simple question.

What if?

What if the stories weren’t just stories?

What if the things whispered in old folklore never actually disappeared?

And what happens when someone human ends up caught in the middle of it?

Zooey’s Problem

Zooey—the main character in the Eldritch series—grew up Irish Catholic.

Her dad made sure of that.

Faith. Structure. Rules.

But Irish culture has always had this strange duality.

Religion on one side.

Folklore on the other.

And sometimes the two overlap in ways that get… messy.

You can grow up believing in saints.

And still know not to mess with certain hills.

Zooey lives right in that space.

Between what she was raised to believe and the reality of a world that’s a lot older—and a lot stranger—than she ever imagined.

And once that door opens?

There’s no closing it again.

The Thing About Irish Stories

Irish mythology has always leaned a little darker.

The fae aren’t cute.

They’re dangerous.

Deals have consequences.

And love stories?

Well…

They tend to get complicated.

Which makes them perfect for paranormal romance.

Because the best stories happen when the human world and the supernatural world collide.

Preferably in the worst possible way.

If you want to see what that collision looks like in the Eldritch world, you can start here:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09DZ5SRFP

Just don’t blame me if you start looking at Irish folklore a little differently afterwards.

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March Magic (And… Two Bookish Treats You Don’t Want to Miss!)

If your TBR pile isn’t tall enough already, I’m about to make it worse (you’re welcome 😄).

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been in a full-on escape into another world mood lately. The real world? Overrated.

Give me magic, danger, romance, and a little supernatural chaos any day.

So of course I went hunting for new reads… and I have these to share with you.

If you love paranormal romance, fantasy worlds, magical adventures, or bingeable box sets, keep reading.

This first one is basically a treasure trove if you’re into witches, shifters, vampires, fae, sci-fi romance — all the good stuff.

You can browse all the featured titles here and…
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Now if you’re less of a sampler and more of a “hand me the whole series so I can disappear for three days” reader… this one’s for you.

There’s something deeply satisfying about downloading an entire series at once. No cliffhanger wait. No “Book 2 releases next year” heartbreak. Just story after story ready to go.

You can browse all the featured titles here and…
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Clear your schedule accordingly and happy reading!

 

 

New Year’s Resolutions 2026

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Every year, I set goals. And every year… I don’t quite get there.

Not because I don’t want it enough. Not because I don’t care. But because life gets loud, priorities shift, and somewhere between intention and execution, I drop the thread.

But this year—this coming year—I want things to be different. Not louder. Not bigger. Just… steadier. Kinder. More intentional. I want habits that fit my life rather than swallow it whole.

So here we are, December 31, 2025, and I’m writing this down so Future Me has both a promise and a reminder. (Future Me, if you’re reading this, hi. I hope you’re smiling. And if not, that’s okay—we start again.)

So what are my resolutions for 2026?

  1. Write Daily

Not 10,000 words. Not an impossible schedule.

Just show up every day.

Some days that might mean a scene. Some days it might be a paragraph. Some days it might simply be giving myself permission to open the document and reconnect with the story. I’ve spent past years trying to sprint. This year, I’m choosing consistency over intensity. Because small steps add up. Because creativity isn’t a punishment. And because stories deserve to be written with love, not guilt.

  1. Blog Monthly

Not weekly, maybe once every three weeks to once a month—intentionally, meaningfully.

I want my blog to be a place that feels alive, not like a chore I remember only when I’m too tired to do it justice. Once a month feels achievable and sustainable. I want to talk writing, books, creativity, life, the messy bits, the magical bits—whatever feels worth sharing. If there’s something you’d love me to write about, tell me. Let’s make it a conversation instead of a monologue.

  1. Read More

Reading fills the creative well. It reminds me why I fell in love with stories in the first place. I want to read for joy, for comfort, for curiosity, for learning—without guilt, without pressure, without turning it into another checkbox task. Just me, stories, and the quiet magic of turning pages.

So that’s it. Simple. Honest. Achievable.

Nothing flashy. Nothing dramatic. Just commitments grounded in who I am and who I’d like to become.

Here’s to 2026 being the year of doing the thing.

Here’s to words written, blogs posted, books read.

Here’s to growth that feels sustainable.

Here’s to showing up.

And yes—Future Me, please come back and read this. I hope we did ourselves proud. If not? We’ll try again.

Down the Rabbit Hole

Background info can be found RIGHT HERE

I want to preface this post by saying it’s taken me over week to put my thoughts into some semblance of order. And right now, I’m feeling too much at once, and I don’t know what to do with it. Because I’m pretty sure everyone is sick of me by now. So, I’ll retreat into my head, into the quiet… except its not really quiet. It’s full of every little thing I’m currently overthinking. So… to stop that, I’ll pick up the thread of the latest story I’m working on… this isn’t new. This isn’t… oh Stacey’s got her NICU records and is being dramatic again. Nope. I’ve done this my entire life. You just don’t see it. I made up stories. Wrote them down. Retreated into books long before that. Read Alice in Wonderland cover to cover far too many times and Oliver Twist. I still hate Wind in the Willows, But I still have that book. I’ve known since I was a teenager that writing was a coping mechanism. I just didn’t have all the pieces as to why it was a coping mechanism. 

Which is kinda where the NICU records come in. Sure they were totally to help understand where the cyst fit in. They really were. Because, that really hasn’t been fun to navigate over the past eighteen months. Only problem was, I wasn’t expecting everything else. I really wasn’t. The universe sure does have a twisted sense of timing though. That… or maybe there really is someone looking out for me. It’s too early in the emotional jet lag to say thank you. I still want to rage. I’m not doing crying and I want to really really want to kick something… or someone.

I still don’t get how I survived it. I mean, I do. Medical intervention is a hell of a thing. But a Grade 4 IVH? Come on… I don’t get it. How!?

I can’t remember if luck was ever thrown around when I was younger. God, I know I used to throw it around with my daughter. No brain bleed in her case. She got steroids (I didn’t). She still got ROP though, I think. And she wasn’t a menace like I was. Or was it trouble. Either way. “Her brain is fine.” Noel’s words not mine. 

It’s strange how the past finds you just when you’re trying to make sense of the present.

I knew it was bad. I heard how I was “special” growing up. How the doctor’s didn’t know why I came early. Lie. My mum had a bleed one week prior to me being born. She probably had a placental abruption and started contracting and they couldn’t stop the contractions, much like my daughter. Redacted file. The doctors knew. I’m sure of it. There’s always a reason.

I don’t get why it’s such a shock honestly. I mean, a part of me does. Because, I’m not sure I should be here and I don’t know how to reconcile that with the fact that I am here.

Because I didn’t just survive a Grade 4 brain bleed. I survived sepsis, a bilateral pneumothorax, anaemia, seizures, PDA, blood transfusions, dehydration, metabolic acidosis, HMD (or RDS), and Grade 1 ROP. I survived.

But then I got to the part where some of my child development reports were included, and the past caught up with me in double time. The doctors seemed to rule out cerebral palsy for a while, but the fact I have “mild cerebral palsy” now must mean they settled on it. I don’t know what tipped the scales in the end. At one point I was about 12 months behind in my development. My mother never let go of the possibility of me contracting AIDS, from the blood transfusions I had to have despite reassurance from the doctors, nor the fact that the doctors noted borderline retardation. I think she died thinking I was stupid, and I both resent and hate her for that. I’ve carried that my entire life. I’ve hid from that my entire life. Is it any surprise I turned to writing and stories and prefer to get lost in the worlds and people I made up in my head? It was hurtful enough being called pathetic and stupid growing up when she was drunk. I could almost excuse it. But I’ve learnt a far bit since she died, and you know what, maybe I don’t forgive her, and maybe I’m okay with that. Or at least I will be eventually. What’s that saying? Information is power?

I think that’s what’s hit me the most: seeing her “concerns” on paper, seeing the doctors write that despite the odds, it could have been worse. I survived. My brain rewired itself. I guess that’s one way to put it. Sitting here, looking back over everything. Going down a massive rabbit hole, the pieces are starting to fit. It’s ticking boxes I honestly didn’t see before. All my life I’ve always been able to explain away my personality as a premmie thing or a CP thing. I knew I was weird and awkward and shy. I was bullied because of my disability. My grades suffered because I was premature. Because of developmental delays etc. But what if it’s not just that? There’s other things. Stuff that doesn’t always get picked up. Things like walking into work and not verbally saying anything. In my own defense it’s a busy call center and I didn’t want to interrupt but in proper social circles that’s actually rude. Yeah um… oops. Don’t worry, I greeted everyone in chat. (lol) Maybe that’s why my granddad always greeted me whenever I walked into his house, without expecting me to say anything first. But if it’s not the social norm… then maybe what I’m dealing with is autism and adhd and because it was the 80s and I was so very very prem and so sick and a girl it all got missed.

So… that’s where I’m at. The rabbit role kinda stops and loops back on itself from here and its maddening. I don’t know how to get comfortable with it. Any of it. Not my disability. How do you stop running from who you are when it’s all you’ve done your entire life? No answers. Only puzzle pieces that are starting to fit, but still leave me feeling like I’m just the quirky girl who’d rather be reading or losing herself in stories of her own making and gets mad when she can’t. Deep down I’m still me. I believe that. But my ability to overthink and hyperfixate and just straight up dwell are going to be at war with with for a while. I can feel it. I need an adultier adult. Somebody send help, because, I’m going to need it… and if you think you’re sick of me now… haha… please don’t unfollow me.

And as for all things migraines… the neurologist doesn’t think the migraines are epilepsy or seizure-related. Which might be a relief if the meds I was prescribed would actually work. Since I’ve been tracking my migraines by way of an app, I’ve had a persistent migraine for over four days. I tried to tell the neurologist they don’t go away, that they are with me pretty much constantly. I guess this will show him. It’s hard to be upbeat when the week ends on a pain spike. Which is ironically where it started.

Was I hoping for some kind of magic wand? No? But I was hoping for meds that would give me a bit more relief. Yes. The combined effect of Panadol, Topamax, Propranolol, and Imigran have managed to either make the pain worse or keep it at it’s current levels. And all I want is for it to stop completely. 

New Month, New Magic: November Reads to Enchant You

Calling all lovers of paranormal, fantasy, and sci‑fi romance! Dive into a vast collection of discounted gems with this bundle. It’s the perfect time to refresh your TBR list.

Whether you’re craving fey courts, dragon shifters, star-crossed lovers, or cosmic seductions, this sale has something for every romance reader. From bestselling authors to fresh voices, all wrapped up in a limited-time deal you don’t want to miss. Click the link, browse the list, snag your next obsession, and let the world of magic, passion, and otherworldly adventures sweep you away.

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If you’re looking for something a little darker and haunting, don’t miss this anthology from Iron Faerie Publishing. Step into a world where magic, myth, and the unknown collide. This collection brings together four distinctive voices—Andrea L. Staum, L.J. Wynn, Lorah Jaiyn, and Lyndsey Ellis-Holloway—each weaving stories that linger long after the final page. Originally crafted for an Iron Faerie writing competition, these winning tales span science fiction, fantasy, horror, and romance, featuring demons, gargoyles, witches, and even the Inuit Qallupilluit.

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And if dark romance and fey intrigue are more your speed, prepare to be swept into The Camelot Series: The Complete Trilogy. In this world, magic runs deep—and the legends bleed darker.

In Le Fay, young Morgan Le Fay’s only companions are a black cat named Merlin and the imaginary friend she conjures to keep the shadows at bay. But Arthur Pendragon is no figment of her imagination. Trapped in a long-forgotten crystal cave, Morgan must face chilling truths: the legends are real, and far deadlier than she ever imagined.

Morrighan follows Morgan years later, now grown and wielding dark power bestowed by the Morrighan herself. As vengeance calls and Camelot teeters on the edge of ruin, Morgan must decide whether to let prophecy run its course or defy fate itself.

Finally, in Pendragon, Mordred—son of Morgan and Arthur—faces the weight of destiny. Born into magic and betrayal, his path could destroy Camelot… or perhaps it could finally break the cycle.

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Follow Friday

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In The Wake Of Stories

Today, I said goodbye to my grandad.

He was 94 — the fourth of eight children, and a man who carried a lifetime of stories with him, most of them about family. He could spin a yarn like no one else, and somehow, they never got old.

He loved horses and books, fishing and crabbing and camping. Some of my best memories are of crabbing with him on his boat, or being handed Black Beauty when I’d run out of books. He loved Slim Dusty and countless other things like gardening and cooking.

He had that rare kind of presence — the kind that didn’t demand attention but earned it anyway. You always knew when he was in the room, not because he made noise, but because he made space. For laughter, for memory, for belonging.

I often wonder if I was drawn to writing because I grew up listening to his stories, or if it was just happenstance. Either way, I know this much: the final book in The Eldritch Series is dedicated to both him and my nanna. It feels right to honour those who came before me — the ones who shaped me long before I ever put pen to page.

If you’d like to read it, Sovereignty is available for preorder here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FFG7PHCP

Craving Something Dark & Romantic? These Deals Are Sinfully Good

There’s something about a love that walks through shadows.
The kind whispered in graveyards. The kind that tastes like blood and ash and still feels like home. Whether it’s witches who fall for cursed hunters, vampires who ache for redemption, or ghostly lovers who won’t let go — these are the romances that linger.

And right now, you can indulge your dark side without burning your wallet.

From haunted castles and ancient curses to forbidden fates and seductive strangers, these stories are packed with:

✨ Dark magic
✨ Dangerous love
✨ Supernatural suspense
✨ And just enough heat to keep you up at night…

✨ Don’t miss:
🖤 The Winter Princess — Book One of The Eldritch Series
Step into Arcadia where nothing is as it seems…

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But don’t wait — these dark delights vanish soon.

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Follow Friday

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But… I’m putting my own spin on it.

If you live and breathe paranormal romance, speculative fiction, or fantasy — come say hi. Drop your links, plug your latest project, tell me what you’re working on.

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A Stitch In Time Saves Nine

Today, I said goodbye to my nanna.

She was 93 — a woman of quiet strength, deep love, and a lifelong passion to create in her own way. She was never without her knitting, and was forever making us clothes.

She supported my writing from the very beginning, always encouraging my love of books, of storytelling, of living with one foot in this world and one in the other.

She was the kind of person who never needed the spotlight to make a difference. Her belief in me never wavered, not when I scribbled in notebooks as a kid, not when I started chasing publication, not when I doubted myself.

So today, as I grieve her loss, I find myself thinking about the seasons and not just the cooler weather here in Australia, but the shifting seasons of life. Autumn has always felt to me like a time for remembering, for reflection, and for honouring the stories that shape us.

Which brings me, gently, to the Celtic Spring Book Fair — a celebration of fantasy, folklore, and myth that feels especially poignant now. Though it’s spring in the Northern Hemisphere, it feels right to share it from here in the south, as we move into the stillness of autumn. After all, stories connect us across seasons, across oceans, across generations.

If you’re in need of something magical — something to curl up with as the nights grow long — you’ll find it in this collection. There’s beauty, bravery, and otherworldly wonder in every page.

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This one is for my nanna.

For the woman who nurtured my love of reading, who read me Beatrix Potter and countless Disney Classics, and who taught me to believe in Happily Ever After.

I will carry you with me always, in every story, in every page.

Surely goodness and mercy followed you all the days of your life and now, may you rest in peace and light.

This Blog Post Might Be Glamoured (Read at Your Own Risk)

So here’s the thing: I told myself I’d write something sensible to promote my books this week. But then a silver-tongued fey prince whispered sweet nothings (and maybe a threat or two), and suddenly we’re here.

Yes, I’m talking about The Winter Princess — my icy fey romance currently strutting its crown at not one, but two magical book fairs! And it’s only 99 cents! A steal, right?

👑 Of Royals and Rogues — where the crowns are cursed, the rogues are irresistible, and betrayal tastes like honey.

🖤 Paranormal & Fantasy Romance Sale — your gateway to dark magic, slow-burn danger, and lovers you probably shouldn’t trust (but will anyway).

If you like your romances with sharp teeth, court politics, dangerous magic, and a heroine who doesn’t need saving (unless it’s from her own feelings), The Winter Princess — along with a whole host of other dangerously addictive stories — is waiting for you.

Go on… click the links. I dare you.