Author: Sonia M. Rompoti
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His Hands
She noticed his hands first. Not in a remarkable way — she wasn’t the kind of woman who catalogued men — but he was kneading bread at the demonstration counter of the cookery class and his hands moved with such total confidence that she found herself watching, forgetting to take notes. She’d come to the class because her daughter…
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Things I Thought Would Happen When I Became an Author (And What Actually Happened)
When I decided to become an author, I had a very clear vision of how things would go. It was elegant. Effortless. Slightly cinematic. I would write a book. People would read it. They would love it. And then, naturally, my life would transform into a quiet montage of coffee, creativity, and passive income. Simple.…
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Witchcraft, Romance, and Healing: Why These Stories Matter More Than You Think
On the surface, it looks simple. Witchcraft. Romance. A little magic, a little tension, a little escape. Easy. But the reason these stories stay with people has very little to do with spells or love scenes. It has to do with permission. Magic Is Just the Language Witchcraft, in fiction, isn’t really about rituals or…
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What the Storm Left
The storm knocked out the road and she was stuck at the farmhouse B&B for an extra two days with four strangers and the owner’s elderly dog. One of the strangers was a man named Alex who had been walking a long-distance trail alone and seemed the most at peace with the delay. She found…
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Practice
“You need to practice,” her therapist said. What her therapist meant was: you need to let people in, in small ways, as practice for the large ways. You need to stop treating every relationship like a performance review. She tried it at a yoga class, of all places, where she helped the man on the…
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The Widow’s Garden
She hadn’t meant to plant anything that year. She’d meant to sell the house. But April arrived and the garden looked the way it had when he was alive and she found herself on her knees in the mud with a trowel, not because she’d decided to, but because her body had gone there while…
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Somewhere He Could Reach
The thing about wanting someone you can’t have is that it lives somewhere specific — not in the mind, not where you can argue with it, but lower, somewhere in the chest, just off-centre, somewhere unreasonable. That was where he kept Vera. Four years of friendship. Four years of being exactly what she needed, which was: reliable,…
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Instructions for Waking
He left a note on her bedside table the first morning. Just a practical thing — coffee’s on, took the dog, back in an hour — but she stared at it for a long time in the early light. She had not had a note on her bedside table in three years. She had not let anyone stay in…
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Daily Writing vs. Daily Posting: What Actually Grows Your Author Career?
There are two types of advice indie authors hear constantly: “Write every day.”“Post every day.” And somehow, you’re expected to do both… flawlessly… while also being a functioning human. Naturally. So which one actually matters? Daily Writing Builds Books This one’s obvious. If you don’t write, you don’t have books. If you don’t have books,…
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The Real Reason Readers Don’t Follow You After Buying Your Book
Someone bought your book. They read it. They liked it. And then… they disappeared. No follow. No email signup. No second purchase. Just gone. It feels personal. It’s not. It’s structural. You Didn’t Give Them a Way to Stay Most authors focus so much on getting the sale… they completely forget what happens after. A…
Sonia M. Rompoti, MSc, Bsc 