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BackstageZ lives in the wild west and marvels at the weather every day. She tries to avoid cliches but sometimes can’t resist.
A sexy serial set at the turn of humanity’s next space age.
Yona is a heaper. Her job is to salvage and recycle anything she can from humanity’s trash satellites before they’re fed to the sun to be disposed of forever. Just before her heap’s scheduled suncineration, an unexpected visitor arrives, set on digging up an artifact that could cripple the trajectory of human space exploration forever.
- Satellite Prime 1.1 Space Pirates
Basically the worst.
- Satellite Prime 1.2 The Plastic Pit
No, wait. Definitely worse.
- Satellite Prime 1.3 Prime & Ditch
First impressions are everything.
Ode to the FirstDecember 17, 2015
My first manuscript was a clusterfuck, and I tried so hard to do it right. I had my first manuscript professionally edited, twice. After the first round, I read and considered every editorial stroke. I learned a lot about my writing, especially the squishy parts I hadn’t noticed before. Like, my habit of starting sentences with “there was.” The dreaded “it”; what did it refer to? The overuse ...
SixthAugust 10, 2015
I stopped apologizing for my scars at around the sixth guy I fucked. It wasn’t a conscious decision; I realized at seven or eight or maybe even nine that I hadn’t thought in a while to explain them by default. I shrugged in the mirror, studying my body as it moved and reshaped, trying to see my asymmetries as my bed mates ...
Up the StairsJune 3, 2015
He followed me up the stairs as I excused myself. I knew he was behind me; I saw him ducking out moments after I did. I watched him make an effort to catch up as I rounded the bend—a flicker over my shoulder. I didn’t turn to face him until the landing, a group of pretty young things to my ...