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Apparently, I’ve been promoted. 😂
No interview.
No training.
No paycheck.
Just an ever-growing wedding to-do list because apparently being the daughter comes with event-planning responsibilities.
New post: “Apparently, I’ve Been Promoted” 💍
No interview.
No training.
No paycheck.
Just an ever-growing wedding to-do list because apparently being the daughter comes with event-planning responsibilities.
New post: “Apparently, I’ve Been Promoted” 💍
I’ve Been Promoted, Apparently
pparently, being the daughter means you’re automatically drafted as a professional event coordinator. Between decorations, seating charts, ribbons, and an ever-growing list of things to do, I’ve somehow acquired a new job title—and there wasn’t even an interview.
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September 3, 2026 at 6:44 PM
Apparently, I’ve been promoted. 😂
No interview.
No training.
No paycheck.
Just an ever-growing wedding to-do list because apparently being the daughter comes with event-planning responsibilities.
New post: “Apparently, I’ve Been Promoted” 💍
No interview.
No training.
No paycheck.
Just an ever-growing wedding to-do list because apparently being the daughter comes with event-planning responsibilities.
New post: “Apparently, I’ve Been Promoted” 💍
Am I easily distracted, or am I just curious?
I've been thinking about that a lot lately.
Photography. Writing. Crochet. Relationships. Somehow, they all seem to coexist without one replacing another.
I wrote a little about it in this week's post, “Currently.” 📷🧶📖
I've been thinking about that a lot lately.
Photography. Writing. Crochet. Relationships. Somehow, they all seem to coexist without one replacing another.
I wrote a little about it in this week's post, “Currently.” 📷🧶📖
Currently
Lately, I've been wondering if moving between interests means I'm easily distracted—or if I'm simply curious. Photography, writing, crochet, and the people in my life all occupy different corners of my attention. Maybe I don't need to choose just one.
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August 23, 2026 at 6:05 PM
Am I easily distracted, or am I just curious?
I've been thinking about that a lot lately.
Photography. Writing. Crochet. Relationships. Somehow, they all seem to coexist without one replacing another.
I wrote a little about it in this week's post, “Currently.” 📷🧶📖
I've been thinking about that a lot lately.
Photography. Writing. Crochet. Relationships. Somehow, they all seem to coexist without one replacing another.
I wrote a little about it in this week's post, “Currently.” 📷🧶📖
**I thought I was going to have a peaceful night. My four cats had other plans. 🐈⬛🐈🐈🐈
Welcome to Catonya 2026—the overnight race event I never signed up for. 😂
New post is up!**
Welcome to Catonya 2026—the overnight race event I never signed up for. 😂
New post is up!**
Catonya 2026
I thought I was going to have a peaceful night. Instead, four cats turned my house into a racetrack, my bed into a trampoline, and bedtime into an optional suggestion. Welcome to Catonya 2026.
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August 12, 2026 at 6:24 PM
**I thought I was going to have a peaceful night. My four cats had other plans. 🐈⬛🐈🐈🐈
Welcome to Catonya 2026—the overnight race event I never signed up for. 😂
New post is up!**
Welcome to Catonya 2026—the overnight race event I never signed up for. 😂
New post is up!**
She would've told me- At least, that's what I believed.
A quiet reflection on friendship, assumptions, and the moments that make us realize relationships may have changed long before we noticed.
A quiet reflection on friendship, assumptions, and the moments that make us realize relationships may have changed long before we noticed.
She Would’ve Told Me
Sometimes friendships don't end with a conversation or a goodbye. Sometimes they change so quietly that one ordinary moment reveals you've both been holding onto different versions of the same relationship.
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August 5, 2026 at 6:40 PM
She would've told me- At least, that's what I believed.
A quiet reflection on friendship, assumptions, and the moments that make us realize relationships may have changed long before we noticed.
A quiet reflection on friendship, assumptions, and the moments that make us realize relationships may have changed long before we noticed.
Together, Quietly
Home isn't just a place we return to—it's an atmosphere. A reflection on silence, presence, and discovering that love doesn't always have to sound the same.
Home isn't just a place we return to—it's an atmosphere. A reflection on silence, presence, and discovering that love doesn't always have to sound the same.
Together, Quietly
Home isn't just a place we return to—it's an atmosphere. A reflection on silence, presence, and discovering that love doesn't always have to sound the same.
quillandclaws.com
July 22, 2026 at 6:05 PM
Together, Quietly
Home isn't just a place we return to—it's an atmosphere. A reflection on silence, presence, and discovering that love doesn't always have to sound the same.
Home isn't just a place we return to—it's an atmosphere. A reflection on silence, presence, and discovering that love doesn't always have to sound the same.
Sometimes the questions people ask reveal more about their assumptions than they do about your life.
This week's post is a reflection on invisible timelines, quiet expectations, and what it means to live life at your own pace.
According to Who? is now live.
This week's post is a reflection on invisible timelines, quiet expectations, and what it means to live life at your own pace.
According to Who? is now live.
The Invisible Checklist
We spend so much time wondering whether we're behind that we rarely stop to ask who created the timeline in the first place.
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July 15, 2026 at 6:01 PM
Sometimes the questions people ask reveal more about their assumptions than they do about your life.
This week's post is a reflection on invisible timelines, quiet expectations, and what it means to live life at your own pace.
According to Who? is now live.
This week's post is a reflection on invisible timelines, quiet expectations, and what it means to live life at your own pace.
According to Who? is now live.
Some questions aren't asking to be solved.
They're asking for time.
New on the blog:
"The Art of Leaving Things Alone"
On certainty, patience, and trusting time to reveal what it always would.
They're asking for time.
New on the blog:
"The Art of Leaving Things Alone"
On certainty, patience, and trusting time to reveal what it always would.
The Art of Leaving Things Alone
I've spent a lot of time trying to solve things that simply weren't ready to be solved. This week, I'm reflecting on certainty, patience, and the quiet realization that some answers belong to time—not to us.
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July 6, 2026 at 12:27 AM
Some questions aren't asking to be solved.
They're asking for time.
New on the blog:
"The Art of Leaving Things Alone"
On certainty, patience, and trusting time to reveal what it always would.
They're asking for time.
New on the blog:
"The Art of Leaving Things Alone"
On certainty, patience, and trusting time to reveal what it always would.
Lately I've been thinking about the difference between moments and patterns.
How easy it is to build entire stories around a single interaction.
And how quietly patterns keep showing up whether we're paying attention or not.
New post:
"Watching Patterns"
How easy it is to build entire stories around a single interaction.
And how quietly patterns keep showing up whether we're paying attention or not.
New post:
"Watching Patterns"
Watching Patterns
For a long time, I paid more attention to moments than patterns. A single conversation, unexpected text, or unusually good day could send me searching for answers. Lately, I've been learning that while feelings may be loud, patterns are usually honest.
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June 29, 2026 at 6:04 PM
Lately I've been thinking about the difference between moments and patterns.
How easy it is to build entire stories around a single interaction.
And how quietly patterns keep showing up whether we're paying attention or not.
New post:
"Watching Patterns"
How easy it is to build entire stories around a single interaction.
And how quietly patterns keep showing up whether we're paying attention or not.
New post:
"Watching Patterns"
The room isn't finished.
The laundry isn't done.
The cats are still causing problems.
And somehow the to-do list keeps finding ways to grow.
This week's post is about learning that life may never feel completely settled—and maybe that's okay.
📖 Things Are Never Settled
The laundry isn't done.
The cats are still causing problems.
And somehow the to-do list keeps finding ways to grow.
This week's post is about learning that life may never feel completely settled—and maybe that's okay.
📖 Things Are Never Settled
Things Are Never Settled
There's always another task, another bill, another responsibility waiting for attention. A reflection on the realization that life may never truly feel settled—and learning that peace doesn't have to wait until everything is finished.
quillandclaws.com
June 24, 2026 at 6:04 PM
The room isn't finished.
The laundry isn't done.
The cats are still causing problems.
And somehow the to-do list keeps finding ways to grow.
This week's post is about learning that life may never feel completely settled—and maybe that's okay.
📖 Things Are Never Settled
The laundry isn't done.
The cats are still causing problems.
And somehow the to-do list keeps finding ways to grow.
This week's post is about learning that life may never feel completely settled—and maybe that's okay.
📖 Things Are Never Settled
My room isn't gone.
Technically, it's still behind door number one.
It's just currently being held together by painter's tape, good intentions, and a mattress that still hasn't arrived.
📖 New post: I Want My Room Back
Technically, it's still behind door number one.
It's just currently being held together by painter's tape, good intentions, and a mattress that still hasn't arrived.
📖 New post: I Want My Room Back
I Want My Room Back
I never realized how much I relied on my room until it stopped feeling like mine. A reflection on redecorating, unfinished spaces, and the strange feeling of being homesick for a room that still exists.
quillandclaws.com
June 17, 2026 at 6:37 PM
My room isn't gone.
Technically, it's still behind door number one.
It's just currently being held together by painter's tape, good intentions, and a mattress that still hasn't arrived.
📖 New post: I Want My Room Back
Technically, it's still behind door number one.
It's just currently being held together by painter's tape, good intentions, and a mattress that still hasn't arrived.
📖 New post: I Want My Room Back
My best writing ideas never seem to arrive when I'm sitting at my desk.
They show up at work, during long drives, and at the most inconvenient times possible.
This week's post is about learning to embrace creativity on its own schedule.
📖 *Ideas Only Come at Work*
They show up at work, during long drives, and at the most inconvenient times possible.
This week's post is about learning to embrace creativity on its own schedule.
📖 *Ideas Only Come at Work*
Ideas Only Come at Work
Inspiration has a funny habit of showing up at the worst possible times. A reflection on creativity, solitude, and why my best ideas never seem to arrive when I'm actually trying to write.
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June 8, 2026 at 12:36 AM
My best writing ideas never seem to arrive when I'm sitting at my desk.
They show up at work, during long drives, and at the most inconvenient times possible.
This week's post is about learning to embrace creativity on its own schedule.
📖 *Ideas Only Come at Work*
They show up at work, during long drives, and at the most inconvenient times possible.
This week's post is about learning to embrace creativity on its own schedule.
📖 *Ideas Only Come at Work*
The Gift of a Deep Breath
Lately, I’ve been craving spaces that feel softer on my mind. More deep breath. Less perfectly curated. Just comfort.
Lately, I’ve been craving spaces that feel softer on my mind. More deep breath. Less perfectly curated. Just comfort.
The Gift of a Deep Breath
Lately, I’ve been craving spaces that feel softer on my mind. More deep breath. Less perfectly curated. Just comfort.
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May 28, 2026 at 3:07 PM
The Gift of a Deep Breath
Lately, I’ve been craving spaces that feel softer on my mind. More deep breath. Less perfectly curated. Just comfort.
Lately, I’ve been craving spaces that feel softer on my mind. More deep breath. Less perfectly curated. Just comfort.
I think for a while I was confusing uncertainty with depth.
Like if something made me overthink long enough, it had to mean more than it actually did.
But lately, clarity has been feeling much softer on my mind.
✍️ The Best Place for Ambiguity to Rest
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Like if something made me overthink long enough, it had to mean more than it actually did.
But lately, clarity has been feeling much softer on my mind.
✍️ The Best Place for Ambiguity to Rest
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The Best Place for Ambiguity to Rest
When something stays unclear for long enough, eventually you stop responding to the person and start responding to the uncertainty itself.
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May 25, 2026 at 12:47 AM
I think for a while I was confusing uncertainty with depth.
Like if something made me overthink long enough, it had to mean more than it actually did.
But lately, clarity has been feeling much softer on my mind.
✍️ The Best Place for Ambiguity to Rest
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Like if something made me overthink long enough, it had to mean more than it actually did.
But lately, clarity has been feeling much softer on my mind.
✍️ The Best Place for Ambiguity to Rest
[ See Below for link ↓ ]
Somewhere along the way, I stopped listening to who she was.
Not just as a character—
but as someone who always felt familiar to me.
✍️ Listening to Her
Not just as a character—
but as someone who always felt familiar to me.
✍️ Listening to Her
Listening to Her
The more time I take slowing down, the more it feels like my characters and I are coming to an understanding again.
quillandclaws.com
May 20, 2026 at 3:00 PM
Somewhere along the way, I stopped listening to who she was.
Not just as a character—
but as someone who always felt familiar to me.
✍️ Listening to Her
Not just as a character—
but as someone who always felt familiar to me.
✍️ Listening to Her
Writing no longer feels like something I constantly have to fight against.
For the first time in a long time…
It feels like home.
✍️ Finding My Process
For the first time in a long time…
It feels like home.
✍️ Finding My Process
Finding My Process
I'm sure you guys have heard–at least in passing– that I have this crazy idea of writing a book. It’s actually been something I have always wanted to do, unfortunately I can’t seem to get out my own way. But Lately, writing has started feeling a little different again. Not that feeling of spiraling where I physically cringe every time I re-read parts of my story already written.
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May 13, 2026 at 3:21 PM
Writing no longer feels like something I constantly have to fight against.
For the first time in a long time…
It feels like home.
✍️ Finding My Process
For the first time in a long time…
It feels like home.
✍️ Finding My Process
Not Every Interaction Need My Energy
Some conversations feel easy. And the there are others where everything feels just a bit more draining than it should
Some conversations feel easy. And the there are others where everything feels just a bit more draining than it should
Not Every Interaction Need My Energy
Some conversations feel easy. And the there are others where everything feels just a bit more draining than it should
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May 6, 2026 at 3:16 PM
Not Every Interaction Need My Energy
Some conversations feel easy. And the there are others where everything feels just a bit more draining than it should
Some conversations feel easy. And the there are others where everything feels just a bit more draining than it should
The Feeling Faded Quietly
The Feeling Faded Quietly
There used to be a time when the thought would cross my mind — just because. And now? It’s quiet.
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April 27, 2026 at 4:18 PM
The Feeling Faded Quietly
I missed a post this week.
Not because anything was wrong — I just needed a bit of rest.
Wrote a little about that here.
✍️ I Didn’t Feel Like Writing This Week
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Not because anything was wrong — I just needed a bit of rest.
Wrote a little about that here.
✍️ I Didn’t Feel Like Writing This Week
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I Didn’t Feel Like Writing This Week
I didn’t feel like writing this week. Not because anything was wrong — just because I needed rest.
quillandclaws.com
April 17, 2026 at 2:59 PM
I missed a post this week.
Not because anything was wrong — I just needed a bit of rest.
Wrote a little about that here.
✍️ I Didn’t Feel Like Writing This Week
[ https://quillandclaws.com/from-the-cats-quill/ ]
Not because anything was wrong — I just needed a bit of rest.
Wrote a little about that here.
✍️ I Didn’t Feel Like Writing This Week
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Starting Small Again
I didn’t go back to the whole story. Just the two people who made me want to write it.
I didn’t go back to the whole story. Just the two people who made me want to write it.
Starting Small Again
I didn’t go back to the whole story. Just the two people who made me want to write it.
quillandclaws.com
April 1, 2026 at 3:18 PM
Starting Small Again
I didn’t go back to the whole story. Just the two people who made me want to write it.
I didn’t go back to the whole story. Just the two people who made me want to write it.
Lately I’ve been sitting with the urge to start over… but not actually doing it.
This week’s post is about that space in between — where something feels off, but you’re not ready to fix it yet.
If you’ve ever felt that with something you care about, this might resonate.
✍️ Read Below
This week’s post is about that space in between — where something feels off, but you’re not ready to fix it yet.
If you’ve ever felt that with something you care about, this might resonate.
✍️ Read Below
What I’m doing Instead of Restarting
Lately I’ve been feeling that quiet tug to start over–especially since last week when talking about my own novel. And it’s not actually a dramatic urge. Not where I hit the delete button and scrape all the character growth and personalities and begin with a blank slate, more thought-out plan. No it’s just a steady thump behind my ears. Maybe restarting is the best thing.
quillandclaws.com
March 25, 2026 at 3:20 PM
Lately I’ve been sitting with the urge to start over… but not actually doing it.
This week’s post is about that space in between — where something feels off, but you’re not ready to fix it yet.
If you’ve ever felt that with something you care about, this might resonate.
✍️ Read Below
This week’s post is about that space in between — where something feels off, but you’re not ready to fix it yet.
If you’ve ever felt that with something you care about, this might resonate.
✍️ Read Below
When My Writing Stops Sounding Like Me
Over the past few days I've had a lot of time to think about my novel. Not in that excited way I used to—where scenes would play out in my head and i couldn't wait to put pen to paper. It's more of that quieter—heavier, kind of thought. Almost as if I'm the…
Over the past few days I've had a lot of time to think about my novel. Not in that excited way I used to—where scenes would play out in my head and i couldn't wait to put pen to paper. It's more of that quieter—heavier, kind of thought. Almost as if I'm the…
When My Writing Stops Sounding Like Me
Over the past few days I've had a lot of time to think about my novel. Not in that excited way I used to—where scenes would play out in my head and i couldn't wait to put pen to paper. It's more of that quieter—heavier, kind of thought. Almost as if I'm the beta reader trying to figure out where the shift happend.
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March 11, 2026 at 5:25 PM
When My Writing Stops Sounding Like Me
Over the past few days I've had a lot of time to think about my novel. Not in that excited way I used to—where scenes would play out in my head and i couldn't wait to put pen to paper. It's more of that quieter—heavier, kind of thought. Almost as if I'm the…
Over the past few days I've had a lot of time to think about my novel. Not in that excited way I used to—where scenes would play out in my head and i couldn't wait to put pen to paper. It's more of that quieter—heavier, kind of thought. Almost as if I'm the…
Check out my new blog post! "When Interest Comes and Goes"
Feeling like nothing is important? You're not alone. I hope you can find solace in this post!"
-Quill
Feeling like nothing is important? You're not alone. I hope you can find solace in this post!"
-Quill
When Interest Comes and Goes
Lately, I’ve noticed a recurring theme with me–something I don’t talk about very often. My interest comes and goes, kinda like a wave in the ocean. It’s not dramatic. It’s not even because I’m overwhelmed or burned out. Honestly there isn’t a big reason behind it. Nothing was truly wrong. It’s just that there are times where the things I care deeply about one minute feel distant the next.
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March 4, 2026 at 4:08 PM
Check out my new blog post! "When Interest Comes and Goes"
Feeling like nothing is important? You're not alone. I hope you can find solace in this post!"
-Quill
Feeling like nothing is important? You're not alone. I hope you can find solace in this post!"
-Quill
What Remains – The Final Post ♡
On Love Quietly- A February Series As February is winding down, there’s no big feeling waiting at the end of it. No final realization. No spotlight suddenly shining down like they do in movies and TV shows to show that everything is in place. Just that quiet…
On Love Quietly- A February Series As February is winding down, there’s no big feeling waiting at the end of it. No final realization. No spotlight suddenly shining down like they do in movies and TV shows to show that everything is in place. Just that quiet…
What Remains – The Final Post ♡
On Love Quietly- A February Series As February is winding down, there’s no big feeling waiting at the end of it. No final realization. No spotlight suddenly shining down like they do in movies and TV shows to show that everything is in place. Just that quiet awareness. After a month heavily inspired by love– in all its presences, absence, tenderness and weight–what we’re left with isn’t clarity.
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February 25, 2026 at 5:36 PM
What Remains – The Final Post ♡
On Love Quietly- A February Series As February is winding down, there’s no big feeling waiting at the end of it. No final realization. No spotlight suddenly shining down like they do in movies and TV shows to show that everything is in place. Just that quiet…
On Love Quietly- A February Series As February is winding down, there’s no big feeling waiting at the end of it. No final realization. No spotlight suddenly shining down like they do in movies and TV shows to show that everything is in place. Just that quiet…
After the Noise
On Love Quietly- A February Series The excitement of the day passes and everything about the world falls quiet once more. The flowers start to fade. Displays start disappearing. The post holiday sale on candy goes up. By the time the morning of the 15th arrives, February 14th…
On Love Quietly- A February Series The excitement of the day passes and everything about the world falls quiet once more. The flowers start to fade. Displays start disappearing. The post holiday sale on candy goes up. By the time the morning of the 15th arrives, February 14th…
After the Noise
On Love Quietly- A February Series The excitement of the day passes and everything about the world falls quiet once more. The flowers start to fade. Displays start disappearing. The post holiday sale on candy goes up. By the time the morning of the 15th arrives, February 14th already feels like a distant memory– like a rainstorm that moved through and decided to keep moving on.
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February 18, 2026 at 6:01 PM
After the Noise
On Love Quietly- A February Series The excitement of the day passes and everything about the world falls quiet once more. The flowers start to fade. Displays start disappearing. The post holiday sale on candy goes up. By the time the morning of the 15th arrives, February 14th…
On Love Quietly- A February Series The excitement of the day passes and everything about the world falls quiet once more. The flowers start to fade. Displays start disappearing. The post holiday sale on candy goes up. By the time the morning of the 15th arrives, February 14th…
February 14th
On Love Quietly- A February Series February 14 always seems to get louder than the rest of the month. Flowers at grocery store entrances. Heart-shaped displays taking the place of ordinary things. Reservations filling up weeks in advance. Social feeds slowly turn more into highlight…
On Love Quietly- A February Series February 14 always seems to get louder than the rest of the month. Flowers at grocery store entrances. Heart-shaped displays taking the place of ordinary things. Reservations filling up weeks in advance. Social feeds slowly turn more into highlight…
February 14th
On Love Quietly- A February Series February 14 always seems to get louder than the rest of the month. Flowers at grocery store entrances. Heart-shaped displays taking the place of ordinary things. Reservations filling up weeks in advance. Social feeds slowly turn more into highlight reels of dinners, gifts, and carefully chosen words. The day arrives with an unspoken question dangling in the air:
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February 14, 2026 at 12:07 PM
February 14th
On Love Quietly- A February Series February 14 always seems to get louder than the rest of the month. Flowers at grocery store entrances. Heart-shaped displays taking the place of ordinary things. Reservations filling up weeks in advance. Social feeds slowly turn more into highlight…
On Love Quietly- A February Series February 14 always seems to get louder than the rest of the month. Flowers at grocery store entrances. Heart-shaped displays taking the place of ordinary things. Reservations filling up weeks in advance. Social feeds slowly turn more into highlight…