Just a quick favor please…

If you’re reading my story Galway Girls give this post a simple like. I know that’s an odd request but I have my reasons. If you cannot give it a like on WordPress for whatever reason then please like on my author page or the Kittyinaz’s group as I will post this to both pages.

Thank you sincerely for your time,



News about buttons:

Took me fucking forever but I finally got the buttons to The Highlander up. I don’t know the fast way. I tried it after having it explained to me and just didn’t work for me.. I had no choice but to take hours to get all the links up. That’s why I HATE doing fucking buttons! It takes away from my writing time, which is less and less as of late. Hopefully, with all the buttons being caught up (that I know of anyhow) this won’t be an issue again as it’s a lot easier to do recent story buttons. The links are nowhere near as hard to find. I’m in a pissy mood now so time to take a break lol. Just wanted to let you guys know they’re up. I also fixed chapter 2 to Postcard From The Big Apple it goes to the correct chapter now. I apologize for any inconvenience.

Until next time,


Simple hello…

Hello darlins’,

Just wanted you all to know that the Wilson family is slowly but surely pulling through. It’s been a whirlwind of emotions. We’re hoping for a better year next year. We lost too many friends and family last year and aren’t sure how much more we can take. We know we’re not alone and the only ones enduring such hard times. This is something everyone must face. This loss just hit a little closer to home and broke our hearts.

It’s times like this I realize I’m much better with my words on here than in RL. Not sure why that is, but I can put more into my words when I’m left alone to my thoughts and a pen or keyboard at hand. When I’m in the now and hit with the inevitable – my mind goes into a tunnel, and I can’t say what it is I’m really feeling or thinking. It’s there; I just can’t get it out. I’ve always been like that. Perhaps that’s my reason for turning to my stories so much. I feel freer to express myself, always have. That can be a gift and a curse. You see, I’m the fucking WORST when it comes to consoling people (or that’s how I feel anyhow), even that of my own fucking husband because I don’t know what to say or do. I fear that I will say or do something wrong and hate myself afterward. But I do my damnest to be there, even if it’s just an ear or shoulder to cry on or if someone needs to unleash a little steam.

Kristi (my husband’s sister) was supposed to come down and visit the very week she died. She’d talked to my husband the day before and asked him what size shirt he wore, for a gift she had in mind. I think that’s what hit us hardest. My husband and his father had to pack everything up at the house she was living in, which is a few hours away from us. She’d just moved in not long ago, and there were price tags on things she hadn’t even got to wear or use yet. I’ve spent nearly three days going through the stuff my husband brought home. Every time I find a price tag or something that I know was probably meant as a Christmas gift it breaks me and I can only imagine what my husband and his father are going through.

It’s been a crazy, emotional, and tiresome couple weeks and we haven’t even had the funeral yet. There are still arrangements to be made and other things to take care of.

You see I’m sitting here at my desk, trying to find my muse, but all I can think about is Kristi and everything my husband is going through. I haven’t written since we found out. Normally, I turn to my writing as a source of therapy but no matter how much I try… nothing. I can look my notes over and the current chapter I’ve written, and I can even add bits and pieces here and there. But when I legit try… nothing.

Fear not, I know I’ll get there. I’ve got my headphones on, my Galway Girl playlist going, and determination on my side. I know if I just give it a little more time and patience, I will get there. Loss and heartaches have a funny way about things. They fuck with your mind. It makes you question everything. And talk about the worst case of insomnia… I’ve always dealt with insomnia, but it’s at an all-time high and I just fucking lay there fucking thinking and thinking and thinking, to the point of wanting to scream. I just want to shut it all off, even if for a day and go back to normal (well normal for me). I know I’ll get there. And I’ll do my damnest to get my husband and children there as well.

I want to thank everyone for their kind words, vibes, thoughts, and prayers (via FB as well). It truly has meant a lot.

As to the douchebag that gave me hell when they found out about my husband’s sister, this message/post obviously isn’t for you. Anyone that can use death and rape as a way to verbally abuse someone needs their head examined. You’re the lowest of low, and there is no hope for you. It’s like that song from Shinedown. No one likes a bully, and no one’s going to miss you when you’re gone. Cruel? You betcha. But no crueler than the terrible things you said about me, my family, and my friends. Oh, and FYI next time be a man and sign in under your actual account name instead of a guest reviewer. I’d say you’re a pussy but like Betty White once said… Those things take a pounding and you clearly can’t. You just sit behind that keyboard of yours and continue in your trolling, psychotic, abusive ways. Karma truly is a bitch, and she’ll find you when she’s ready.

Alright, Imma hit post on this here soon and hope for a little luck with my writing tonight. So if you guys could send some my way, I’d truly appreciate it. I need this, just a night of normalcy, back to my roots. So my fingers are crossed as I said… I’m determined!

For those wondering when I’m getting back to social media… Just give me a little more time. I dipped my toes in today but wasn’t quite ready. As for my husband, it will be a while. I can tell you that much. I meant it though when I said we have the best support system. You guys are always there, always understanding, and always eager to lend us your ears and hearts. We couldn’t ask for anything better. Thank you!

All my love,


Heads up.

Galway Girls chapter 39 is up. I think there was some confusion as some readers messaged me about this earlier. The link itself is in the disclaimer page before it. I had to have that there to prevent getting sued.

Also, I might be running more behind than usual after recent events. My husband’s sister unexpectedly passed away today. So this has thrown our family for a loop and naturally we all need some time to heal. I need to be there for my husband and my children. I know you all understand and will patiently wait. I just wanted to give you guys the heads up.

Love to you all,


Update: Galway Girls


For those that follow me on my FB author page and on FB you already know my husband’s sister passed away today. This was unexpected and took us all by surprise. I said the chapter would be delayed because of this. But I was sitting here and going stir crazy while my husband was away and consoling his father. So I actually needed the distraction.

Clink on the link below and it will take you to the disclaimer. The disclaimer will have a link to the actual chapter itself. Buttons aren’t up because I don’t have the patience for them as the site is being fussy today. I will add them once my head is clearer.

I truly hope you all enjoy. I put my heart and soul into this and hope I did it justice.

Thank you,


Disclaimer for chapters 39-41



Dear Readers,

Dear readers,

I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving filled with wonderful food and time with your friends and family. I know we did.

Because of the holidays, I will be running behind on updating Galway Girls. I should be getting it posted by the end of the weekend.

Also, I would like to remind everyone that a simple like or review can go a long way. Writers go above and beyond in getting those chapters out and often enough spend hours, if not days on that one particular chapter. So a simple ‘like’ or a small review helps feed us. This goes for ALL writers, not just me. There seems to be a rise in this amongst the fanfiction/original world. This often enough can lead to writers giving up on that particular story or writing in itself altogether. I’ve had more than a handful of friends stop writing, over lack of appreciation for the work we’ve done. Yes, we write for ourselves just as much but don’t have to share with anyone. We do it out of the kindness of our hearts. We are inviting you into our world and our thoughts. All we ask in return is for a little acknowledgment. Now that being said, I’m sure I will get a little hell in people saying “Oh, Harley is begging for reviews.” I’ve had this said before, and that’s fine, it’s whatever. I’m used to that kind of shit honestly. You should see some of the messages I get in my private or fanfiction.net guest reviews. People have no filter and say whatever comes to mind, forgetting I am human, with a family, and real life beyond the writer world. I’m not begging. I’m merely addressing a major issue in the fanfiction/original world. People BEG for updates, BEG for sequels, or prequels even. That seems to be the norm and okay. But it makes us writers assholes or needy if we even mention wanting likes or reviews. That’s not something I understand and never will.

I would like to add how this should go the same in respects to banners, videos, etc… They too deserve some love and acknowledgment. Those banners can take HOURS and don’t even get me started on how long it takes to make a video.

Anyone that shares their creativity (whether it be writing, art, sewing, banners, videos, crocheting) with you should be shown some sort of appreciation. Why? Because it takes a lot of BALLS to share those things with the public. You want to talk about anxiety and fear… Oh hell, I’ve had some big-time anxiety over specific chapters, certain oc’s I introduce, or the way I end the story altogether. I know I am NOT alone there. So please, give us a little of your time. That doesn’t seem like much to ask when we put hours, months, or even years into that one story.

Those that read this and still think me a beggar or what have you… That’s just sad because you don’t get the real message here and I haven’t the time or energy to focus on that kind of negativity.

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