I finally bought my own domain and redesigned my website for my business.
I was strangely sad about letting go of my old WordPress site, with its cute sticky notes, floral background, and patchwork quality. It was fun, but it didn’t portray how seriously I took my business and personal writing.
DraftingChristy.com now lists my services, books, and the customer reviews I’ve collected over the past three years. Check it out, and let me know if you love it or where I can improve.
I’ll keep posting my book chapters and thoughts, so the spirit of my online presence is the same; it just looks a little different. Until next time!
I stare at the spot Tom once was and drop to my knees. The urge to hurl all over the carpet is strong, but I feel a gentle hand on my back, so I look up into Rain’s eyes. The cries that escape my throat are jagged and sharp.
“It’s ok, Katy. Shhhh-”
“Why am I even crying?” My eyebrows raise incredulously. “He was a sick son of a bitch, but I can’t stop-” I swipe at the tears trailing down my cheeks.
“You can mourn the people who hurt you, you know,” Rain says softly, “it’s not wrong. It’s human.” Shuddering, I lean into her arms and let my pain out like a child. It’s ugly, wet, and feral, but I don’t care. Regina and Guy make their way over to Arnold as my cries lessen. Guy grabs Arnold’s hand and whispers to his brother while Regina numbly looks at the hole in his chest. The lights in the library flicker, and dread fills my chest. Before I can scream a word of warning, a pitch-black substance oozes from the shadow of a bookcase, toppling a novel that hits the floor without a sound. The horror on my friends’ faces quickly morphs into fear as they scramble backward on the floor.