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Let’s talk about that bizarre rabbit hole we all fall into. You know the one – it starts with “just checking notifications” and ends with…
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We found untouched snow in Maine the day after Thanksgiving, when Franklin County was still sleeping off turkey dinners. Pure white stretching ahead between bare…
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A personal note: This blog usually explores my creative side – stories, art, the pieces of me that come alive after hours. But today I’m…
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I used to think being hyper-vigilant made me smart. My eyes were finely tuned radar systems, scanning endlessly for danger. Every casual comment held hidden…
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BEEP BEEP BEEP! 6 AM. While the suburbs are still yawning and stretching, I’m already doing my victory shimmy in the kitchen. Six o’clock is…
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What are your two favorite things to wear? Welcome to first-time readers! For those who don’t know me yet, I’m a motorcycle enthusiast, so you’ll…
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I’ve been deep in the world of “The Dream Technician” lately, crafting this psychological horror novel about regulated dreams and corporate control of consciousness. When…
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At twenty-three, I stood in my university’s mathematics department, holding my half-finished PhD thesis. My supervisor had turned what should have been intellectual growth into…
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I’ve never owned a wolf, but they run wild in my dreams. There’s something primal about their golden eyes piercing through twilight, their social bonds…
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Give me wild peaks over busy beaches. Always. I hate crowds. On beaches, they’re everywhere – shouting, splashing, blasting music. Kids kick sand in your…
Soul-stirring fiction, fueled by intuition
S.J. Asher
Author. Rider. Explorer.
“Manuscripts don’t burn.” – Mikhail Bulgakov,
The Master and Margarita
Come along as I unpack the colorful chaos of life through heartfelt stories and real talk. From gut-busting laughs to ugly cries, wild dreams to secret fears, we’ll explore the moments that make us human. Together, let’s celebrate the highs, learn from the lows, and find magic in the everyday.
S.J. Asher 