Making a Mess and Living to Tell the Tale
I’m Marisa. I’m a writer and tarot reader. When I was in the second grade, I decided I was going to be a writer after reading Ramona Quimby, Age 8. And even though I went to school for writing, I still don’t fully understand how commas work.
I like writing stories about ghosts, alternate dimensions, and anything supernatural. I also like retelling some of my favorite myths and archetypes.
I live in Oklahoma City with a Chris (good dude with a beard) and a Rosie (bad dog with a heart of gold).
The official stats:
- Averages 4 cups of coffee a day.
- Got third place in the Mayor’s essay contest in the second grade.
- Ready to lord her knowledge of Arthurian lore over you at any given moment.
- Cannot pronounce the “long I” sound due to a bad case of the Oklahoma accent.
- Uses daydreaming in her career more than all the stuff she had to learn in geometry and chemistry.
Guess what I like?
Stories: I love reading, writing, and watching stories. Give me plot twists and double crosses. I am absolute trash for tropes. Sharing details out of chronological order? Hells yeah. Let’s retcon some shit.
Weight lifting: I got into this during the pandemic, and now I do it first thing in the morning six days a week.
Tarot: Don’t worry. They’re just mass produced cards. I’m not summoning the devil. At least, not today. And it’s odd you think the devil would even make time for little old me.
Content Creation: If you would’ve told when I was typing out every thought that crossed my mind for my Xanga that I’d still be doing this in my 30s, I’d think you were crazy. (But I’d also be so happy.)
Mornings: Sunrises. Coffee. Quiet little chirping birds. Complete solitude while everyone else sleeps. Anyone can stay up late. Only true badasses wake up early.