C. J. Beaumont - Paranormal Romance Author

I want to know her, but the thought of getting too close terrifies me. Nancy Drew isn’t the only one around here who keeps people at a safe distance. She’s not the only one who’s gone rounds with a traumatic past and lost. She’s not the only one who’s locked everything and everyone out of her life. She’s not the only one with secrets.

A Quote From My Exclusive "Like a Fungus" Nace Fanfic Fragment

I created the "Like a Fungus" bonus Nace fanfic fragment to reward fellow Nancy Drew fans for tweeting and sharing my 15 Reasons to Watch (and Obsess Over) The CW's Nancy Drew blog post. ❤️

Read the blog post here: https://cjbeaumont.com/2022/09/15-reasons-to-watch-and-obsess-over-nancy-drew/

Share & Get the Bonus Exclusive Nace Fanfic Fragment Here: https://cjbeaumont.com/like-a-fungus-ace-exclusive-nancy-drew-fanfic-fragment/

While we're on the topic of my favorite things, The Fall of the House of Usher is one of my favorite stories of all time.

I have this weird theory that, among his other mental and physical health issues, Roderick Usher was also a migraine sufferer. I know that sounds like a weird assertion to make, but hear me out, okay?

Since being diagnosed with what my ENT calls migraine disease, I’m learning a lot about them, and the symptoms go far beyond debilitating headaches (as I was previously led to believe).

The more I think about it, the more I feel certain that Roderick Usher suffered from migraine disease, among other things. Yes, he had a mental health disorder (or disorders), as well, but certain things strike me about Roderick. It just makes sense to me, considering his sensitivity to stimuli and more. Roderick exhibits smell and taste sensitivities/irregularities, as well as sensitivity to light and sound. They didn’t have the terminology for it back when Poe wrote The Fall of the House of Usher, of course. But it just makes absolute sense to me.

There will literally never be a time when I'm not obsessed with this song, but it's a strange fixation for a girl like me to have. My entire life has been informed by the trauma of losing the people I loved most at a very tender age.

I've been fragile in the worst way for as long as I can remember, haunted by the omnipresent, crushing weight of death and a hyper-awareness of all the people I've loved and lost to death's embrace.

Remember this excerpt I shared the other day of the new Nace fanfic fragment I've been working on?