Overly Sarcastic FemHawke

🥇 Congrats, you win the Trauma Olympics.

(Participation was very much not optional.)

One of the exclusive sticker designs from my upcoming book, Through (Dis)Honest Eyes—a dark romantic comedy about masking, meltdown, and finally saying the thing you’re not supposed to say.

If you’ve ever laughed through a breakdown or trauma-dumped with a smile on your face… you’re probably the target audience.

also me: 

Through (dis)Honest Eyes is a dark romantic comedy about burnout, betrayal, and the blurred line between being seen and being exposed. If you’ve ever cried in your car, fallen in love with the wrong person, or tried to fix yourself into someone likable—this one’s for you.

I’m self-publishing this fall, and I’m running a Kickstarter to fund the final production (editing, formatting, printing, the works). If you want to read it, support it, or just quietly cheer from the shadows—you can join the Kickstarter notification list here:

👉 Kickstarter Pre-Launch Page

You can also read the first three chapters now:

📖 Read them here

There will be:

📕 Signed & annotated editions

📚 Bookmarks with unhinged quotes

💔 Vinyl stickers full of emotional damage

💌 Your name in the acknowledgements

please check it out, or share if you can 💜

👉 Kickstarter Pre-Launch Page

You can also read the first three chapters now:

This book is:

• 40% unresolved family trauma

• 30% kissing someone you maybe shouldn’t

• 20% Midwestern passive-aggression

• and 10% aggressively specific snack references

You’ll like it if you’ve ever:

• apologized for crying by making a joke too dark for the group chat

• emotionally disassociated in a Walgreens

• wanted to set your childhood house on fire for ✨closure✨

• wished your ex-boyfriend would just say the thing already

Robert, the love interest? Emotionally repressed Midwestern man who owns exactly three shirts and would die for you but won’t admit he’s sad.

Bree, the main character? Spiraling in a grocery store. Again.

Jean? Picture if rage had a favorite lipstick.

I made a family tree because keeping track of the Novak-Soot siblings and their collective breakdowns was a full-time job. If that sounds like your kind of chaos, I’m looking for a few alpha readers who are down for emotionally feral vibes and flawed characters who sometimes make the wrong choice on purpose.

Also: it’s not autobiographical. Except for all the parts that are.

No sign-up pressure. Just click if you’re nosy. You know you are.

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