Hey hey! I’m Julie DeFisher — author of Destined for More, the 4 Queens for 4 Kings series, The Destined Chronicles, and the Double-Edged novel Crossroads. Also, the host of the Hold My Pen Promptcast. But around here, I’m just “Mom.” Writer. Mechanic. Chaos Coordinator. Sometimes the one holding it all together with caffeine, nicotine, and sheer spite.
I started writing when I was about six, back when school counselors gave me a pen to help manage the anger from being bullied. I was always the “big kid,” the outsider. But through books, I could escape anywhere, do anything. I fell in love with stories, and I’ve been building my own ever since.
By the time I was a teen, I was journaling full stories. Vampires, witches, and characters who helped me process the kind of trauma nobody talked about back then. I wrote Vampires of Darkness, All A Bad Dream, The Doll, and more. But outside of my mom and a few brave high school teachers, nobody read them. To me, they weren’t ready. Or maybe I wasn’t.
Fast forward a few years, I picked up the pen again while working as a security officer. I was rewriting Vampires of Darkness, after an ex burned my only copy seven years earlier. I poured my soul into that notebook. Trusted someone with it. Lost it again. Another blow. Another reason to believe maybe this dream wasn’t meant for me.
So, I shelved the dream. I leaned into real life work, bills, and pregnancy. High-risk, feet-up pregnancy. My son, my double rainbow baby, became my world. I found snippets of stories on Facebook. Got sucked into the world of werewolves through a story on Dreame. But it wasn’t long before I saw a pattern of the same abused, broken Luna over and over again.
With my mom pushing me forward and a bestie (P.A. Power) hyping me harder than a PR team, I uploaded chapters to Dreame. I stayed in the top 5 –10 for months, generated a huge profit for the company… and made a whopping $1,600. That rejection taught me: these sites are built on exploitation.
So, I moved to Amazon. Published Destined for More outright. It wasn’t sunshine and roses. I trusted the wrong people. I lost parts of the story. I had to do a full rewrite. And then life hit me with the biggest blow yet Father’s Day 2024: My mother, my rock… my ride or die… passed suddenly. The loss was seismic. But my writing? Still here but took a hit.
This blog was born out of necessity, because life doesn’t come with a pause button. I had to become a full-time SAHM, wife, and caretaker, but an author was my choice. I juggle laundry, deadlines, meltdowns, and a house that actively fights back along with cars that never want to stay running. I needed a space to scream into the void with a little style. This is that space.
Here, I share the real stuff: the wins, the losses, the coffee-fueled ramblings, and the reality of being a writer in the trenches. I write stories that hurt, heal, and twist until your jaw drops. Gritty paranormal and mafia thrillers where nobody’s perfect, but everyone fights for something with a lot of “touch her and die” vibes. And here? I tell the story behind the stories.
Whether you're a writer, a parent, a dreamer, a survivor, or just someone who needed a reminder that you're not alone. All are welcome here. You're in good company. And Be Brave. Be Bold. But Always Stay Humble: Isn’t just my catchphrase. It’s how I live one stubborn bolt, chaotic scene, or meltdown at a time.
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