Author: Sonia M. Rompoti
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The Indie Author Spellbook: What Actually Sells Books
There is a particular kind of heartbreak reserved for indie authors who publish a book, refresh the sales dashboard seventeen times, and then stare into the middle distance when nothing dramatic happens. You wrote the thing. You edited the thing. You uploaded the thing. You even announced the thing with a graphic that took far…
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What Writing Romance Taught Me About Real Love
Spoiler: It is not six-pack abs and poor communication. There is a very committed misconception that romance authors spend their lives dreaming up impossible men, dramatic kisses in the rain, and eye contact so intense it could qualify as a fire hazard. To be fair, sometimes we do. We are artists, not accountants. But writing…
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In the Space Between
Ten years. She’d counted, not obsessively, just the way you counted certain things — the years since a particular song was released, the age you’d been when something changed you. Ten years since the night on the fire escape when he’d said ‘I can’t ask you to wait‘ and she’d said ‘I know‘ and they’d…
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Renovation Season
The note under her door read: ‘Re: the drilling. I am sorry. It will be finished by Thursday. — 4B.‘ It was written in very careful handwriting on the back of a hardware store receipt, which meant he’d written it standing in the aisle between spackle and sandpaper, and Priya found this oddly endearing. She’d…
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Before You Go
They’d had three months. Three months of Tuesday evenings and Sunday mornings and that one perfect rain-soaked Wednesday in Glasgow, and now his gate was boarding and she was standing in the departure lounge with mascara she’d promised herself she wouldn’t ruin and a feeling in her chest like something being pulled apart at the…
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The Night Shift
Dr. Amara Osei had been awake for nineteen hours when the new cardiologist walked into the break room at 3 AM, took one look at the state of the coffee machine, and wordlessly dismantled it, cleaned the filter, and reassembled it in under four minutes. She stared at him. He pressed brew. “That machine was…
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Borrowed Thunder
The worst thing about Rowan Blackwood was not his scowl, which was impressive, or his silences, which could fill a room, or his absolute refusal to participate in office small talk, which Lily had documented across fourteen failed attempts. The worst thing about Rowan Blackwood was that when he smiled — which was rare, which…
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Mothers, Magic, and Main Characters Who Refuse to Disappear
For Mother’s Day, let’s discuss women who give everything and still deserve more. Motherhood is often spoken about in extremes. It is either presented as saintly self-sacrifice wrapped in soft lighting, or as chaos served cold with laundry on the side. Real mothers know the truth lives somewhere in the middle. It is devotion and…
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Writing by Moonlight: My Slightly Unhinged Ritual for Finishing Books
No, you don’t need candles. But they do help with the drama. There are two kinds of people in the writing world. The first kind wakes at dawn, drinks water, stretches, writes two thousand polished words in silence, and somehow remembers where they left their good pen. Suspicious behavior. The second kind stares into the…
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All The Ways He Stayed
She noticed the small things first. That was always how it went with Zara — not the grand gestures, which she distrusted on principle, but the quiet accumulation of evidence. Kai had been leaving evidence for months. He remembered she took her tea without sugar. He saved the window seat for her in their shared…
Sonia M. Rompoti, MSc, Bsc 