The Time Will Pass Anyway (So You Might as Well Do the Thing)

You man in formal wear playing the piano

I came across this quote by Earl Nightingale the other day, and it hit me right in the procrastination nerve:

“Don’t let the fear of the time it will take to accomplish something stand in the way of your doing it. The time will pass anyway; we might just as well put that passing time to the best possible use.”

Oof. Right? That’s one of those quotes that quietly parks itself in your brain and refuses to move.

The Piano Excuse I Used for Years

I used to say, “I’d love to learn piano, but it’ll take years before I’m any good.” I imagined myself hunched over a keyboard, fumbling through scales, hitting the wrong notes, and thinking, Who has that kind of patience?

But then, one random Tuesday afternoon, I had this ridiculous realization: five years from now, those five years will have passed anyway. Whether I spend them complaining about how long piano takes or actually playing it is completely up to me.

And honestly, that thought kind of flipped a switch. I pictured future-me sitting at the piano, hands gliding over the keys, maybe even playing something that sounded half-decent. Then I pictured future-me who never started—still saying, “Yeah, I always wanted to learn piano.” The second version of me looked bored. The first one looked content. So I went for it.

Starting Is the Hardest Part

That first week? A symphony of wrong notes and self-doubt. My cat actually left the room. But there was something kind of addictive about it—the challenge, the incremental progress. Every new chord I learned was like unlocking a secret door.

And that’s the thing with time-based fears: they’re sneaky. We convince ourselves that something isn’t “worth” the years it’ll take, but we’re already spending those years doing something else—scrolling, waiting, wishing.

Time doesn’t care what we do with it. It’s going to keep moving, whether we learn the piano or not, write the book or not, take the trip or not.

The Magic of Compounding Effort

Here’s where it gets wild: after a few months of sticking with it, my fingers stopped rebelling. I could play a melody without looking down every two seconds. A year in, I could play simple songs. And five years later—yep, the same five years I once said were “too long”—I actually sounded… good.

Not concert pianist good. But good enough that I could sit down, play something I loved, and feel proud.

It reminded me that most worthwhile things have a long runway. You plant a seed, and you don’t see much for a while—just dirt and doubt. But give it time (and some persistence), and suddenly you’ve got something beautiful growing.

Time Will Pass Anyway

I think about this quote whenever I hesitate on something new—learning a language, starting a side hustle, writing another book. My brain still likes to whisper, “But that’ll take forever.” And now I just shrug and think, “So what? Forever’s coming anyway.”

Maybe that’s the quiet power of Nightingale’s quote: it strips away the illusion that waiting is safer. The time will go by whether we try or not, so we might as well fill it with the messy, joyful stuff that makes us feel alive.

So if there’s something you’ve been putting off because it’ll “take too long,” consider this your nudge. Five years from now, you’ll either have five years of progress—or five years of regret. Personally, I’ll take the progress, wrong notes and all.



Have you heard the good news? My detective noir book is finally out! You can check out the paperback version on my web store or get the ebook from Amazon..

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Time Loops, Grief, and Second Chances: My Thoughts on The Year I Lived Twice

I just finished reading The Year I Lived Twice (2024) by Alex Woolf, and I wanted to share my thoughts with you all. Fair warning: this is not a fluffy feel-good read. It dips deep into grief and regret, so go in steady.

Okay — first off: yes, overall I liked the book. The concept grabbed me. Jason Harris (our main guy) loses his younger brother Archie in a fire, and then (after a weird accident) he wakes up one year earlier — with Archie still alive — and gets a shot at trying to prevent the tragedy. I mean — time-loops plus sibling love plus tragedy = my kind of emotional cocktail.

What I loved: The early pages had me really invested. I could feel Jason’s grief, the weight of what he’s lost, the ache of “if only I could change one thing.” The book captures that sting of loss in a way that made my heart tighten. The twistiness of the time-loop mechanics kept me curious: small decisions ripple out. Also: a nice surprise is the setting before phones and internet were ubiquitous, which meant the characters had to be in the moment rather than immediately googling everything. That grounded it in an interesting way.

Now — the “but.” About the middle of the book… yep, it slowed down. The momentum dipped to a crawl. Some of the second-third quarter felt a bit repetitive: re-experiencing events, trying different choices, and the emotional terrain felt heavy and a bit dragging at times. If you’re a reader who needs constant forward propulsion, you might feel the same. I found myself taking longer to sit with certain chapters, pausing here and there. But when it picked up again toward the climax — there were some satisfying pay-offs.

One more caveat: this book is not sunshine and rainbows. There is serious emotional heft. Relationships fractured, guilt, “what have I done” vibes. It made me think. It made me sigh. It made me wish Jason well (and wish him more than well). If you’re looking for something light and breezy, this won’t deliver that. But if you’re okay with going somewhere a little darker and thoughtful — it works.

Some extra thoughts that stuck with me:

  • The sibling bond: The way Jason’s relationship with Archie is portrayed… bittersweet. The possibility of another chance is a powerful theme.
  • Consequences: The idea that changing one thing might change everything (and un-changing things might be beyond control). That tension is effective.
  • Pacing: Early and late sections were strong. Middle lagged a bit for me.
  • Emotional tone: Real. Not sugar-coated. The tragedy remains visible even as we hope for redemption.

Would I recommend it? Yes — if you’re into time-loop or second-chance narratives (which I am), especially if you don’t mind the emotional weight. It’s enjoyable, in the sense that I turned pages, got pulled in, and felt something. But “enjoyable” here doesn’t mean “easy.” You’ll walk away with stuff to think about. If you ask me for a rating: maybe 4 out of 5 stars (in my quirky blog terms). It lost a little steam in the middle, but overall the trip was worth it.

And if you pick it up, maybe give yourself a comfy reading session — a quiet evening, some tea (or whatever you like), maybe a little chocolate on standby because it gets heavy. You deserve comfort as you dive in.

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LGBTQ+ Cinema Club: Twinless (2025)

Quick Info:

  • Title: Twinless
  • Year: 2025
  • Directed by: James Sweeney
  • Starring: Dylan O’Brien, James Sweeney, Aisling Franciosi, and Lauren Graham
  • Where I Watched It: AppleTV Rental

Queer-o-Meter:

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 (3 out of 5 Pride Flags)
There’s definite queer-coded energy between the two leads — emotional intimacy, identity swapping, the whole “are they or aren’t they” vibe.

One-Line Summary:

Two men who’ve each lost their twin brothers meet at a grief support group and bond way too intensely — until comfort turns into something darker.

Standout Scene:

Where a Roman dryly acknowledges not being “the brightest tool in the shed,” then being corrected by Dennis that the phrase is “sharpest tool in the shed”.

Favorite Line:

“”Whoever invented the fitted sheet should be flagulated.”
I felt that one deep down.

Plot Summary:

Twinless follows Roman (O’Brien) and Dennis (played by writer-director James Sweeney), two strangers united by the worst kind of loss — each has lost his identical twin. What begins as mutual understanding slowly morphs into obsession, as both men start filling the void left behind by their brothers… and maybe by something else.

The movie tiptoes between dark comedy and psychological thriller. At times, it feels like The Talented Mr. Ripley reimagined for the age of therapy speak — all identity confusion, subtle manipulation, and awkwardly honest humor. You never quite know if you’re watching a friendship, a love story, or something more sinister forming in real time.

Would I Rewatch?

☑️ Absolutely


Review:

Okay, I’m gonna gush for a second: I loved this movie. Dylan O’Brien has been a favorite of mine since his Teen Wolf days — I still think Stiles Stilinski walked so half of today’s TV antiheroes could run — but Twinless is something else entirely. He’s magnetic here: unsettling and tender, funny and frightening all at once. You can actually see him calculating behind his eyes, and it’s wild how much emotion he conveys just by standing still.

James Sweeney (who also wrote Straight Up, one of my favorite under-the-radar queer comedies) directs the hell out of this. His humor is razor-sharp but never cruel, and he uses silence like a weapon — those long, still moments where you start holding your breath without realizing it. The whole thing hums with this unease that never quite explodes, which somehow makes it even more nerve-wracking.

The chemistry between O’Brien and Sweeney is off the charts. It’s not romantic in a straightforward way, but it is intimate — the kind of closeness that feels dangerous, like two people sharing too much oxygen in the same room. You can tell Sweeney knows exactly what he’s doing with that tension.

Visually, it’s sleek and slightly off-kilter. The cinematography mirrors the characters’ emotional imbalance — cool tones, uncomfortable symmetry, mirrors everywhere. And the editing occasionally splices shots of the twins’ memories into current scenes, making you question what’s real. It’s gorgeous but unnerving, and I was completely hooked.

If I have one small nitpick, it’s that the ending keeps things deliberately vague. I respect that choice — it fits the themes of identity and grief — but I wanted just a touch more closure. Still, that’s a minor quibble in an otherwise stunning film.

Final Thoughts:

Twinless* floored me. It’s funny, eerie, deeply emotional, and anchored by one of Dylan O’Brien’s best performances to date. Watching him handle this complex material, I kept thinking: he’s grown into such a fascinating actor. Still boyish, still charming, still exceptionally handsome but now he’s bringing this dark, introspective energy that’s just mesmerizing.

If you liked The Talented Mr. Ripley, Fight Club, or Straight Up, this one belongs on your list.

The Cinema Club Verdict:** ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

5 out of 5 Stars. Dylan O’Brien has never been better — and this might just be my favorite film of 2025 so far.

If you’ve seen Twinless — or have another Dylan O’Brien performance I need to check out — come yell at me on BlueSky.

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Turkey, Family Drama, and Finding Your People: A Queer Person’s Guide to Thanksgiving

So here we are again – November rolling around like that friend who always shows up uninvited but somehow makes everything more interesting. Thanksgiving is coming, and if you’re queer like me, you might be feeling that familiar mix of excitement and absolute dread that comes with this particular holiday.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, especially after my cousin texted me last week asking if I’m “still doing that whole gay thing.” Gotta love family dynamics, am I right? (Just kidding – I promised myself I wouldn’t use that phrase anymore.)

The Great Thanksgiving Dilemma

Look, I love turkey as much as the next person. The smell of stuffing makes my heart happy, and don’t even get me started on pie season. But Thanksgiving can feel like walking through a minefield when you’re part of the LGBTQ+ community. You’re sitting there, passing the cranberry sauce, while Uncle Bob launches into his latest political rant, and you’re wondering if you should speak up or just focus really hard on your mashed potatoes.

I remember my first Thanksgiving before coming out. I was 22, nervous as hell, and had spent weeks rehearsing conversations in my head. And I decided to bring my boyfriend along. Most people were cool about it – handshakes, polite conversation, the usual family stuff. Nobody batted an eyebrow.

Until my Aunt Ellen answered the phone in the middle of dinner prep. Clear as day, I heard her tell whoever was on the other end: “Oh, Roger just arrived with his boyfriend.” Just like that. Matter-of-fact, like she was announcing the weather. I froze for a second, waiting for… I don’t know what I was waiting for. Drama? Awkwardness? Instead, she just kept chatting about who was bringing what side dish.

The weird part? Most people just… moved on after that too. Nobody said a word. Sure, there were some curious glances and a few people clearly trying to figure out the dynamics, but the world didn’t end. Aunt Ellen still asked for my famous green bean recipe, and my little nephew still wanted me to play video games with him after dinner.

Creating Your Own Traditions

Here’s what I’ve learned over the years: sometimes you have to get creative with how you celebrate. My chosen family – you know, the people who actually get me – started doing “Friendsgiving” about five years ago. We rotate hosting duties, everyone brings something ridiculous (last year my friend made a casserole that was just mac and cheese with hot dogs on top), and we spend the day being genuinely grateful for each other.

There’s something magical about sitting around a table with people who love you exactly as you are. No questions about when you’re getting married to someone of the “right” gender. No awkward comments about your haircut or clothing choices. Just pure, uncomplicated love and way too much food.

The Art of Surviving Family Gatherings

But maybe you’re going home this year. Maybe you want to see your family, despite everything. I get that too. Blood family can be complicated, but they’re still your people – even when they’re being absolute disasters about your identity.

Some survival tips I’ve picked up:

Bring a buffer friend if possible. Someone who can change the subject when conversations get weird or just be there for moral support. My friend Alex has perfected the art of asking about someone’s job right when things get tense.

Have an exit strategy. Seriously. Know how you’re getting out if things go sideways. Maybe that’s your own car, maybe it’s a friend on standby, maybe it’s just a really good excuse about having to leave early.

Practice some responses ahead of time. You don’t have to engage with every ignorant comment, but having a few calm responses ready can help you feel more confident.

And here’s maybe the most important thing I’ve learned: when dealing with that one nutjob MAGA relative who just won’t quit, ignore them. Let their comments roll right off of you like water off a duck’s back. I’ve spent years trying to reason with my uncle’s conspiracy theories and hateful rants, and you know what I’ve learned? There’s no sense arguing with someone who’s completely dug into their position and will never see your point of view. Pick your battles, my friends. No sense creating an emotional explosion during a family holiday gathering. Save your energy for people who might actually listen.

Finding Gratitude in Unexpected Places

You know what though? Even the messiest family gatherings have taught me something valuable. They’ve shown me how much I’ve grown, how comfortable I’ve become with who I am, and how much stronger I am than I thought.

Years ago, when my mother made that sarcastic comment about “lifestyle choices,” I would have crumbled. This year? I just wish I would have said, “Ma, being gay isn’t a lifestyle choice – having seven cats is a lifestyle choice.”

The Beautiful Mess of It All

Thanksgiving as a queer person is complicated. Sometimes it’s beautiful, sometimes it’s a complete disaster, and most of the time it’s both. But here’s what I’m grateful for this year: I’m grateful for every awkward conversation that’s made me stronger, every chosen family member who’s shown me what unconditional love looks like, and every small moment of acceptance I’ve witnessed.

Whether you’re spending the day with blood family, chosen family, or just you and your cat (valid choice, by the way), remember that you belong at whatever table you choose to sit at.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends. You’re loved, you’re valued, and you deserve all the pie.

murder at the savoy book cover, 1930s detective in a fedora

New city. New life. New murder.

Private investigator Lucien Knight thought leaving London would free him from scandal. Instead, he finds himself entangled with a grieving heiress, a haunted jazz club, and a trumpet player whose charm could prove just as dangerous as any gunman’s.

To solve the death of Evelyn Sinclair, Lucien must navigate a tangle of passion, deceit, and forbidden desire before the killer strikes again—and before his own secrets come to light. Available on my web store (paperback) or on Amazon (ebook)

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Guess What Just Dropped? “Murder at the Savoy” Is Officially Out in the Wild!

Murder at the Savoy book cover

Okay friends, I’ve been practically vibrating to tell you this (in the cute way, not the “needs more coffee” way): my new novel, Murder at the Savoy, is LIVE!

Like… it’s actually out there now, breathing the same digital air as your other favorite books. I hit “publish,” paced around the room, refreshed the page like a man possessed, and yes—there might’ve been a celebratory snack involved. Or two. Don’t judge.

And here’s the fun part: it’s FREE to read on Kindle Unlimited.
If you’re already a KU person, you can just grab it and go. If you’re not, well… this might be the universe nudging you.

So what’s this book about?

Picture 1937 Chicago, smoky jazz clubs, whispered secrets, and a whole lotta ghosts who refuse to stay politely in their graves. Murder at the Savoy kicks off my new paranormal noir series starring Lucien Knight—my moody, stubborn, occasionally-too-brave-for-his-own-good detective with a knack for stumbling into the creepiest cases imaginable.

The Savoy is not a jazz club — it’s a haunted jazz club.
Like, very haunted.

Think shadowy corners, late-night trumpet solos that shouldn’t be possible, and a murder that crackles with supernatural energy. Lucien’s trying to keep things grounded and sensible, but the Savoy has other ideas. Honestly, this poor man just wanted a quiet life and somehow ended up consulting with the dead.

We’ve all been there, right?

Why I’m excited about this one

You ever have a story that jumps into your lap, curls up, and refuses to leave? That’s what this book did. The characters wouldn’t stop chattering in my ears, the atmosphere was practically begging to be written, and the jazz? Oh, the jazz. I swear I could smell the cigarette smoke and feel the phantom bass notes under my feet while typing.

It’s filled with everything I love:
* Found families and found troubles
* A moody city that almost feels like a character
* Ghosts who have opinions
* Sharp suits, sharper danger, and more than just a touch of yearning
* And a mystery that kept me guessing while I was writing it

If you’ve been craving a story with noir flair and paranormal bite—and a detective who absolutely did not sign up for any of this—then you’ll have a good time at the Savoy.

Grab it now!

You can read Murder at the Savoy right here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FXY22WVC

Remember: it’s free with Kindle Unlimited, so it’s basically sitting there waving at you like, “Hey. Psst. Jazz ghosts.” If you’re more of a ‘paper book in your hands’ type of person, it’s also available in hardcover and paperback.

I really hope you enjoy this book as much as I loved writing it. And if you do give it a read, send me your thoughts—especially if you have theories, favorite moments, or a sudden desire to time-travel back to the 1930s and adopt a ghostly jazz cat.

Thanks for celebrating this little milestone with me.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go breathe into a paper bag and pretend I’m calm.

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Found Family in Urban Fantasy: Why We Crave It

Three young witches having fun

You ever notice how in urban fantasy, nobody’s family ever seems to be  normal ? Like, the main character’s parents are dead, missing, or too busy summoning demons in their basement to remember their kid’s birthday. And yet—by chapter five—they’ve somehow gathered a ragtag crew of witches, shifters, snarky vampires, and morally gray detectives who’d storm Hell itself to protect each other. That’s found family, baby. And it’s one of the reasons this genre owns my heart.

The City That Never Sleeps (and Neither Do the Outcasts)

Urban fantasy has always been about outsiders. It’s the genre where magic exists in the cracks of the everyday world—behind the dive bar, beneath the subway, or in the dusty backroom of a bookstore (I  really  want that bookstore job, by the way). The city setting itself becomes this sprawling, chaotic ecosystem where people don’t always fit in, and that’s the beauty of it.

Think about  The Dresden Files . Harry Dresden’s actual blood family is practically nonexistent, but over time, he builds his own tribe—Murphy, Michael, Thomas, Molly—all wildly different people (and, well, one literal angel). Together, they form the emotional backbone of the series. You don’t keep reading just to see who Harry zaps with his next lightning spell; you keep reading because you care about his weird little found family.

The Magic of Belonging

Found family stories hit so hard because they tap into something we all secretly crave—belonging without conditions. The kind where no one cares if you’re half-demon, or if your magic sometimes misfires and sets the curtains ablaze. You’re accepted  as you are .

Urban fantasy does this so well because its heroes are often deeply flawed. Maybe they’ve got a dark past or a cursed destiny or a demon whispering bad ideas in their ear. Yet somehow, they find people who stay anyway. Look at  The Mortal Instruments  by Cassandra Clare—Clary starts out as this confused teen who’s thrown into a secret world of demon hunters. Within a few books, she’s surrounded by a mix of warriors, warlocks, and werewolves who’ve basically turned into a very dysfunctional family dinner. They fight. They love. They save the world. Repeat.

Found Family as Survival

There’s something deliciously gritty about the way urban fantasy uses found family for survival. In these worlds, danger lurks everywhere—rogue necromancers, corrupt guilds, that one ex who’s suddenly undead—and no one makes it alone. Found families become more than just emotional comfort; they’re literal lifelines.

Take  The Hollows  series by Kim Harrison. Rachel Morgan wouldn’t last five minutes without Ivy the vampire and Jenks the foul-mouthed pixie. Together, they make an unlikely trio—half dysfunctional roommates, half magical crime-fighters—but their loyalty gives the story its emotional punch. Every explosion, every betrayal, every chaotic spell—they face it together.

Or consider  Supernatural , which, okay, leans more into urban fantasy-adjacent TV territory. Dean and Sam Winchester’s blood family is complicated (that’s putting it mildly), but their “family don’t end with blood” mantra sums up everything we love about this trope. They pick up lost souls—Castiel, Charlie, Jack—and create a family forged through shared trauma and late-night monster hunts.

The Queer Thread Running Through It

There’s also something inherently queer about found family in urban fantasy. For a lot of LGBTQ+ readers, these stories mirror real life. Many of us have had to create our own families when the ones we were born into didn’t—or couldn’t—accept us. Urban fantasy, with its band of misfits and magical outsiders, gives that experience a spotlight.

Becky Chambers’  Wayfarers  series (technically space opera, but spiritually urban fantasy) nails this feeling—the idea that home isn’t a place, it’s the people who stick around when everything else falls apart. And on the more magical side, T.J. Klune’s  The House in the Cerulean Sea  practically  glows  with that theme. The ragtag group of “dangerous” magical kids and their gentle caretaker build a home where love replaces fear. Every time I reread it, I want to hug everyone in that house.

Why It Keeps Us Coming Back

I think the reason found family never gets old in urban fantasy is because it mirrors how we survive modern life. The city can feel cold, isolating, even dangerous—just like those supernatural worlds. But when you find your people, suddenly everything changes. Coffee tastes better. Night doesn’t seem so scary. And maybe—just maybe—you start to believe that broken things can still be beautiful.

We don’t read urban fantasy just for the monsters and magic. We read it because deep down, we’re all a little bit lost, and we want to believe that somewhere out there, a band of weirdos is waiting to claim us as their own.

And honestly? That’s the kind of magic I’ll never get tired of.


A touch of cedar cover image, two young men with a turning clock in the center

Marek wanted a new life. After Randy’s betrayal, moving back to Michigan felt like a chance to heal, rebuild, and maybe even forgive. But their fixer-upper farmhouse has other plans. Strange footsteps in the night. A locked attic door. A cedar scent that clings to the air. And then Marek sees him—the ghost of a beautiful young man, eyes full of sorrow. Suddenly, Marek is caught between the pain of the present and the pull of the past. A Touch of Cedar isn’t just a ghost story; it’s a novel about love in all its messy, fragile forms—living or dead. Available HERE or from your favorite online retailer.

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Weekly Roundup for Nov 22, 2025 – Books, Turkey, and Mild Panic

Well, friends, here we are again — another week, another cup of tea I’ve reheated three times because I keep wandering off and forgetting about it. Classic me.

So, quick burst of excitement first because I can’t hold it in: Murder at the Savoy officially goes live on Amazon Kindle Select on Monday, Nov 24th. If you subscribe to Kindle Select, that means you can snag the ebook for free, which still blows my mind a little.

If you’re more of a “book in hand, paper smell, page-flicking is my cardio” type, the paperback and hardback are already up on Amazon.

And — whispering this like I’m sliding you a secret note in class — the paperback and large print paperback are available right now on my web store. I may or may not have held the large print version up to my face and said, “Look at her. She’s beautiful.”

Now, because I apparently don’t believe in naps or self-preservation, I’ve been hammering away on the second book, Spectral Symphony, which is scheduled to hit the world the first week of January. I’m doing that thing where I keep saying “fingers crossed” while knowing full well I’m powering through chapters with unhealthy amounts of determination and snacks. But it’s shaping up nicely, and I’m genuinely excited about where Lucien’s headed next. There’s music. There’s murder. There’s ghostly shenanigans. Basically, a normal Tuesday for him.

Outside of book business, I’ve been getting myself mentally ready for Thanksgiving. I don’t cook anything complicated — every year I swear I’m going to make one of those magazine-spread sides, and then I blink and suddenly I’m standing in the grocery line holding premade rolls and a pie I definitely didn’t bake. But you know… it still counts. If it goes on a plate, it counts.

Anyway, that’s the vibe around here this week: books launching, books brewing, and me staring at the fridge wondering if it’s too early to buy cranberry sauce.

Hope your week is treating you kindly. And if it’s not, I hope it at least brings you something tasty.

Some Things I Thought Were Worth Sharing

Tom Daley’s new campaign to get you into knitting is… unconventional! The Olympic diver is stripping down to promote his favorite hobby, and honestly, it’s working. We are suddenly very interested in yarn. https://www.queerty.com/tom-daley-wants-to-get-everyone-into-knitting-so-hes-stripping-down-in-new-photos-20251113/

The most iconic friendship in Hollywood history? It might be Audrey Hepburn and her gay BFF, designer Hubert de Givenchy. Their incredible partnership changed the worlds of film and fashion forever. A perfect read for classic movie lovers! https://www.queerty.com/how-audrey-hepburn-her-gay-bff-givenchy-changed-the-worlds-of-film-fashion-forever-20251104/

SCAM ALERT FOR WRITERS! Writer Beware has uncovered a chilling new impersonation scam where fraudsters pretend to be famous authors! Their essential advice: “If a famous author calls, hang up.” Read the full anatomy of this high-stakes fraud and learn how to protect yourself. https://writerbeware.blog/2025/11/14/if-a-famous-author-calls-hang-up-anatomy-of-an-impersonation-scam/

Tom Ford’s next film, Cry to Heaven (based on the Anne Rice novel), is assembling a wild cast: Nicholas Hoult, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Colin Firth… and in her acting debut, Adele! This 18th-century opera drama about castrati is going to be visually stunning. https://www.queerty.com/tom-ford-directing-film-about-castrated-singers-featuring-aaron-taylor-johnson-nicholas-hoult-adele-20251112/

Stop waiting for certainty! The secret to genuine creative growth and reinvention lies in learning to embrace the messy, unknown space of uncertainty. Find out how that discomfort sparks your best ideas: https://www.creativityatwork.com/why-uncertainty-sparks-creative-growth-and-reinvention/

Intimacy in writing isn’t just romance — it’s the tiny moments that make readers lean in. Loved this piece on building emotional depth between characters. Definitely worth a look. https://writersinthestormblog.com/2025/11/the-art-of-intimacy-in-writing/

The quest for love beyond the “headless torsos” is real. 😭 This new short film follows a twink in “Buenos Aires” who gives up the endless scroll to search for genuine intimacy. Who can’t relate? https://www.queerty.com/watch-after-countless-headless-torsos-on-grindr-a-twink-goes-on-the-hunt-for-real-intimacy-in-buenos-aires-20251111/

Can we have your attention? Queerty is launching a Book Club! Get ready to read, discuss, and celebrate the best and brightest in queer literature with us. Time to update your reading list! https://www.queerty.com/can-we-have-your-attention-announcing-the-queerty-book-club-20251111/

Loved this month’s Lit Hub “5 Authors / 7 Questions / No Wrong Answers” — a sleek snapshot of creative minds in action. Dive in: https://lithub.com/lit-hub-asks-5-authors-7-questions-no-wrong-answers-november-2025/

The humble em-dash: not just a stylistic flourish but a pulse in the rhythm of your prose. Loved this breakdown in “The Dance of the Em-Dash”. Read it here: https://writersinthestormblog.com/2025/11/the-dance-of-the-em-dash/

This is not your average summer camp slasher. A new body horror short film uses the setting of an all-boys camp to explore how toxic masculinity can literally become a plague. Prepare to be unnerved. https://www.queerty.com/watch-at-an-all-boys-summer-camp-toxic-masculinitys-a-plague-in-this-chilling-body-horror-20251110/

Want your story to truly resonate? It’s all about the Motifs. Writers in the Storm breaks down how to use recurring images, ideas, or structures to weave profound, hidden meaning into your narrative, making your themes unforgettable. https://writersinthestormblog.com/2025/11/how-to-deepen-your-story-with-motifs/

The internet’s favorite protester, Dude With Sign, is back with more signs covering the petty, hilarious, and extremely relatable things we all complain about. He’s fighting the good fight one cardboard sign at a time. https://www.boredpanda.com/guy-protesting-random-things-dudewithsign-msn/

This is the only way we should be summarizing movies from now on.
Jimmy Fallon’s “Bad Movie Descriptions” segment is peak internet humor. Read the best of the best, from calling Titanic “a couple breaks up on a cruise ship” to the most ridiculous summaries of your favorite blockbusters! https://www.boredpanda.com/movie-plot-funny-bad-explanations-jimmy-fallon-msn/

They look soft, but we know the truth. 🔪 🐾
Bored Panda gathered the best photos showing cats deploying their “Murder Mittens”—a hilarious reminder that our adorable furry overlords are always plotting. Don’t scroll if you’re afraid of tiny, adorable violence. https://www.boredpanda.com/cats-murder-mittens-pics-msn/

Sometimes, advertising actually makes you stop and laugh.

A collection of some of the most brilliant and hilarious billboards out there—from witty one-liners to perfectly timed local jokes. Prepare to be impressed by these outdoor marketing geniuses! https://www.boredpanda.com/funny-billboards-messages-msn/

People are sharing the weirdest, most impossible coincidences they’ve ever experienced, and these stories will make you question the fabric of reality. Click here if you need proof we’re living in a Glitch in the Matrix. https://www.boredpanda.com/people-share-weirdest-coincidences/


Book cover image of man wearing a fedora for Murder at the Savoy

A murdered songbird. A haunted ballroom. A detective with secrets of his own.

When Evelyn Sinclair’s body is found backstage at the Savoy, everyone calls it an overdose. Everyone but Clara Beaumont.
She hires newcomer Lucien Knight, an English detective with a checkered past and a knack for finding trouble.
From Harlem’s jazz clubs to Manhattan’s shadowed alleys, Lucien hunts a killer—and faces the ghosts that followed him across the Atlantic.

Murder at the Savoy – Grab your copy HERE

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