Galentines, Valentines, and Love for Snail Mail

Any excuse for pretty stationery!

And hey, if paper mail isn't your thing, that's cool too. Enjoy this digital postcard I made just for you...

Celebrate Love and Reading Romance Novels

It’s February! You know what that means: whether you’re in love with someone special—or just in love with the idea of love—hearts and flowers are all around. And while there’s not a National Romance Novel Month (yet!), it’s certainly fun to celebrate love when the rest of the world is.

(Not gonna lie, even though the commercial hoopla leaves me a little meh, I do enjoy pink festooning every stationary object during the lead-up to the 14th of the month!)

The holidays went by in a blur. I didn’t even get holiday cards in the mail this year (or, rather, last year), so I’m going in extra hot on the V-Day love.

I’m sending out old-fashioned valentines in the mail. If you’d like to get some snail mail, leave me your mailing address here and be on the lookout for something awesome. (I promise no glitter bombs!) One out of every five valentines will have something EXTRA SPECIAL in it—could be a gift card to Amazon or iTunes, some cool swag, a blind-date-with-a-book I think you might love, or something else totally fabulous. Make sure you’ve got your deets filled out by February 9th so I can get your goodies in the mail in time for the big day.



A Year of Possibilities

#2017bestnine from my Instagram @WriterAHaughton


There’s a lot of rose gold in this #2017bestnine. Y’all seem to like it when I #roséallday and #satelliteoffice. 😉

My best nine looks a little something like...

  • Dreaming up HBIC Nation under a giant tree on a farm in Virginia
  • Climbing a mountain in Sedona at midnight to call down the stars
  • Playing at the park with my Dallas bestie’s kiddos on a gorgeous spring day
  • Criss-crossing the country on road trips
  • Making my brother's kids laugh
  • Chilling at the beach with my mom and our distinguished poodle
  • Crying during Ms. Bev’s speech at RWA with all my best girls
  • Dancing and shedding glitter at the RITA afterparty
  • Launching #mistletoekey into the world
  • Having a cozy Thanksgiving and Christmas with my fam

For these, and a million other moments, I give thanks. 🙏

2018 Planning: Word of the Year

On Wanting More

The week between Christmas and New Year, when I don’t really know what day it is—and don’t really care—is kind of my favorite. It’s one of the least stressful weeks of the year. Projects have been put to bed. The stress of Christmassing is over. And the only thing in front of me is the prospect of a new start. 

Okay, resolution doubters, I know that you can make a new start at any time you choose. April fifth, super. October twenty-ninth, even better. But I personally love the sparkling season. When the air fairly shimmers with all our collective hopes and dreams. When the liminal space between old and new gets all the focus. It’s in this week anything can happen. 

Magic, right? 

The past few weeks I’ve been going over 2017–business gains and losses, personal successes and failures—and this morning I really sat down to do some major, strategic work to prep for the new year. It was hard! Frustrating, scary, and a little overwhelming. So I do what I always do when I’m stuck on a plot point: I take a magic shower. (Plus, now that I chopped it all off, I really needed to wash my hair.) 

I went in to my shower really excited about the word I’d picked for 2018: soar. I’d been noodling around with a bunch of ideas, and finally went back to the first world I’d written down. I liked the feel of the word. And I could totally get behind the meaning—that I wouldn’t just be rising higher and higher or merely flying.

It gets windy out in west Texas. Real windy. And every year as the Canadian geese make their pilgrimage down here, I watch them. And it looks exhausting, flying. Fighting against all that wind. Trying to keep up with the flock. Constantly flapping wings and making sure you’re holding your spot. 

Flying is the pits. 

But soaring suggests exhilaration. That you’re feeling the wind as you ride it up and up and up. That you’re not fighting the wind, you’re mastering it, rising above it! (And in fact, that’s exactly what the etymology of the word would have us feel. Soar comes from exaurure in the Latin. ex- meaning out of and aura, the air.)

To soar is a beautiful thing. 

Hopes soar. Your heart soars when your crush smiles at you in homeroom. To soar means you’re riding on infinite possibility. Who wouldn’t want to soar? 

But as I played around with the word—the sound of it—my brain soon changed it to...more.

Oh. Yes. There it is. That’s what I want. More

But that’s a terrifying statement to make, even alone in the shower. We are taught to not want more. That it’s rude. Unseemly. Not feminine. Greedy. Ungrateful. And the list goes on and on.

As someone firmly in “The Little Mermaid” generation, I know that wanting more isn’t all fun and games. Wanting more tests you. Makes you choose between impossible choices. Requires you to have courage, ingenuity, spirit, and drive. Wanting more sometimes means you end up in a land of strangers with no idea how to behave. Wanting more sometimes means you end up in the middle of a massive storm with creepy ghost ships swirling all around you. 

And wanting more sometimes means you find true love. 

In 2018, I want more. 

I want to give more. Live more. Do more. Be more. 

But I also want to say no more. 

I want to believe in myself more. I want to push myself outside of my comfort zone more. And, yeah, I want to make more money. 

I want to write more, read more, travel more, and do more of what makes me happy. 

Why soar when you can have more?