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Emmie March
@emmiemarch.bsky.social
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🌶️Romance/romcom writer and reader.
Revising my fourth manuscript set in small town New England.🌊
🚙Next up: London.
Travel lover, food eater.✨
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https://www.emmiemarch.com
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This is a super pivotal moment for them that’s got a lot of healing for Rose after her divorce, and I love how consumed they are. 🤸‍♀️🕳️✨ #writinglifemonthly #writingcommunity #romanceauthors #romancewriters #amwriting #amwritingromance #writersofbluesky #mickandrose
Sex with Theo had gotten robotic — an exercise that I thought came with practice versus loss of interest. This was liquid. Malleable, thermal, capable of heating up and cooling down and turning right back around again. This, he, was simultaneously familiar and brand new. I knew what to do and how to do it, but the reactions, both his and mine, were deliciously unexpected. The warm tip of his nose glided against mine and I opened my mouth reflexively before he covered it with his in a warm kiss, his teeth gliding over my lower lip before he tugged gently.
August 10, 2025 at 2:18 PM
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Can we tell I really love so much about my current revision project? 😂🤸‍♀️🕳️ #writinglifemonthly #amwriting #amediting #romancewriter #writingcommunity #writersofbluesky #romancewriting #mickandrose
SAYING GOODBYE TO him was like being a teenager again. The parents that were in neither of our houses had gone away for the weekend and we’d spent a blissful evening indulging in grown up things that were way too much for us but that left me sore in addition to us being deeply and deliriously happy. I’d slept soundly through the night and woke up when the sun started to peek into my bedroom and gave us no choice but to face the day, and Mick cleaned up in the bathroom before getting dressed in his clothes from the day before with all the smirky smugness of someone who… well, had gotten laid. He glanced at me and I smiled sweetly, curled up under the duvet. At least the shoe fit. “Where are you off to?” I asked. “Putting in a new toilet over in Addison,” he said. “I have to go pick it up first. Won’t take me more than three hours.” A beat passed and he turned to sit on the edge of the bed as he unknotted his shoelaces. “I can come back here after,” he said, chin doubled as he pulled at them. “If you’re not too sick of me.” “I’m sure we can find something for you to do,” I said. He met my eyes, then, his brilliant smile full of mirth, and I stretched. My muscles pulled in an achingly once familiar way before I threw the duvet off and scurried to grab the bathrobe off the back of my door. “Do you want coffee?” I asked as I tied it around my waist and secured it. “Something before you get on the road?”
August 9, 2025 at 2:45 PM
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The dialogue/monologue immediately preceding is some of my favorite, most heartbreaking (imo) words I’ve ever written and stemmed from the spark for the story. But for now… enjoy some tenderness 🤸‍♀️🕳️✨ #writinglifemonthly #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #writersofbluesky #mickandrose
“Do you want him?” Mick asked. “What?” “Do you want him? If he doesn’t want you, or a future with you, do you want him? Do you want someone who doesn’t want you?” It shouldn’t be the first time I heard that. But everyone else — Blake, Aunt June — coached me that I better off without him. “No,” I whispered, but I didn’t sound convincing even to my ears. He cupped my face in both his hands and I held my breath. His serious brows were furrowed and his eyes darted back and forth between mine. “You are incredible.” He spoke slowly, distinctly, so there could be no mistaking what he was saying or how serious he was. “I don’t know someone who wouldn’t think that. And he will live every day knowing that he made the fucking choice to leave you and that he doesn’t get to have you again and that it’s his fault. No one else’s.” I stayed very, very still, acutely aware of how his palms fit my face. They were softer than I would’ve thought for all the hard work on his hands, and warm, and damp, though that could’ve been my skin from the crying. Each breath we took, out of sync, fanned over the other, and I almost swayed forward to catch his. His thumbs pressed in under the apples of my cheeks, and his lips were in a thin, serious line, making them bloom a darker pink. No sooner had I looked away from them than I saw his gaze drop down to mine and he swallowed hard.
August 8, 2025 at 10:42 PM
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I usually try to cut, and trim, and squeeze my excerpts into the character limits here, but… I just love Mick and Rose’s first kiss so much 🥰💋 Alt text included ur i did it right! #writinglifemonthly #amwriting #romancewriter #wip #writingcommunity #writersofbluesky
“Just give me a do-over if it’s bad, ok?” he said. “I’m a little out of practice.” He ducked down, then, and my eyes closed right when his mouth slanted over mine. His lips were soft and damp. Behind my lids, I remembered him licking them. Did he already know he was going to try to kiss me if I let him? He broke the kiss but resealed it quickly, my lower lip held gently between his as he ran his tongue along the outer curve of it. He breathed through his nose, and each slow exhale tickled my skin under where the point of his nose was gently resting. When he sucked with the slightest increase of pressure, I forced my locked up fingers and elbows to loosen so I could uncross them from in front of my chest, and I suppressed a shiver when the cool air nipped my knuckles as I set them on his hips. This was the first man I’d kissed in over ten years who wasn’t Theo. It hit me like a freight train, then. I’d been so focused on being angry with him for leaving and annoyed at myself for being angry that the very real gravity of this moment was lost on me, and I was glad he’d taken both the pause and the time to explain it to me. I wasn’t… sad. But I was aware that this was not the same kiss I’d gotten used to over ten years, and not in a bad way, either. It was an amazing kiss. It was novel, and something — someone — to learn. He was eager, but careful; tender, yet adventurous, and I exhaled slowly when he veered off to the side, cradling my jaw as he kissed his way up the other side.
August 7, 2025 at 2:50 PM
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Today’s agenda:

-Body movement
-Read (Not in My Book by Katie Holt)
-Draft/decide what the next 3 chapters need for FCM
-Participate in #camprevpit and #crpdamselflies and other writing community games
-Cheer people on!
-Possibly a manicure with a new sand pink magnetic polish I’m obsessed with 💅🏻
Bottle of moon cat Quicksand’s Embrace nail polish in the box on top of Not in My Book by Katie Holt softcover.
May 3, 2025 at 2:14 PM
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I happily plug away on my laptop or this snazzy light up keyboard, usually with a cup of seasonally hot or iced tea/coffee. The keyboard is VVV clickity clackity and makes my heart sing every time 😂 #crpdamselflies #camprevpit
Light up laptop and mechanical keyboards A steaming cup of tea and a mechanical keyboard
April 24, 2025 at 12:03 AM
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One of my friends told me I needed to get business cards, be serious about my now much more serious website, and do the uncomfortable things. So many posts of all kinds across ALL platforms about how that makes me feel so fake, but… I have been known to listen on occasion. 🙈🤸‍♀️🕳️ #writing #writersky
April 12, 2025 at 3:15 PM
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Honestly, it’s usually my laptop in bed/on the sofa/wherever else I can squeeze. But I recently got a snazzy keyboard and set up a standing desk, so it occasionally looks like this! Love the heavy clicks, lol. #revpit #revpitwaiting
A backlit Mac keyboard and a rainbow backlit Bluetooth keyboard.
April 4, 2025 at 2:11 PM
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Sharing what I’m calling the “aha” moment after tens of thousands of words of denial from my MC 😂 #revpit #revpitwaiting
“Thank you,” I murmured. “I’ll let you know.” We held each other’s gaze for a prolonged moment that made me tingle when he cleared his throat. “This is terrible timing,” he began, “but I wanted to ask if you’d be up for coming to view a place with me.” I arched a brow and he looked appropriately sheepish. “It was set up before last night,” he said. “I’ve already seen it, but I’d like an opinion from someone who isn’t trying to up-sell me. No offense.” 218 Maurer, The Charade “None taken,” I said. “When?” “Tonight?” He took a deep sip from his cup. “She won’t be there,” he said when he caught the look on my face. “Just us.” “Sure,” I said. “Let me know when.” He took two more slurps from his cup, draining it halfway, before he set it down. “I’ll let you know. I’m going to grab a shower. I’ll give them your name at the desk before I leave and get you an extra key. You can decide on your own time.” Squeezing my arms across my chest, I watched him leave, heart bursting. Sam falling in love with me was ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as me falling in love with him, too.
April 3, 2025 at 1:47 PM
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Part of why I worked so hard on my website last weekend was because I knew I’d want to share all my book-children and 280 characters wouldn’t be enough. Happy to share them with anyone who wants to click and spin through! Coming soon: playlists? #revpitwaiting #revpit www.emmiemarch.com
March 28, 2025 at 3:44 PM
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Grew up with two cats I don’t have pictures of on my phone, and currently have a yard cat who comes around like clockwork! We call her Panther because she has a penchant for climbing (found her on the neighbor’s roof once!). #revpit #revpitwaiting
Black cat with a white chest staring into a window waiting for treats.
March 26, 2025 at 2:04 PM
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Playlists are my FAVORITE to make! I have them for all my WIPs and I always toggle them about. For The Charade, Runaway was the first one on the list because it anchors a pivotal moment (my quote except for the #revpit games is part of it!), but Sky at the end ties together the vibes. #revpitwaiting
screenshot of Apple Music playlist: Take Me Home by Ali & AJ Toxic by Alex & Sierra Skinny Dipping by Sabrina Carpenter Runaway (Piano Acoustic) by AURORA Anime Eyes by Kacey Musgraves Apple by Gordi To Be So Lonely by Harry Styles Sky ft. Ingrid Michaelson by Joshua Radin
March 25, 2025 at 2:02 PM