Kelly Heard
@meankellyjean.bsky.social
novelist - semi feral housewife & mom of 3 - appalachian hiding out in the marshes of virginia’s middle peninsula. I write upmarket women’s fiction but for weird girls. my books: BEFORE YOU GO, THE SILENT GIRL, more. kellyheardbooks.com
don’t make me tap the sign
November 15, 2025 at 12:14 AM
don’t make me tap the sign
made a string of lights with cicada shells and glitter
November 14, 2025 at 10:49 PM
made a string of lights with cicada shells and glitter
kissing this story goodnight and taking a hiatus until after the holidays, when I will return to this fever dream rough draft with hopefully fresh eyes
November 12, 2025 at 5:24 PM
kissing this story goodnight and taking a hiatus until after the holidays, when I will return to this fever dream rough draft with hopefully fresh eyes
as usual, I really wanted to write about ghosts in this passage, but I haven’t quite worked it in yet
it’s really not all gloom and doom I promise, but this is the closest I’ve got to thematic
it’s really not all gloom and doom I promise, but this is the closest I’ve got to thematic
November 10, 2025 at 8:36 PM
as usual, I really wanted to write about ghosts in this passage, but I haven’t quite worked it in yet
it’s really not all gloom and doom I promise, but this is the closest I’ve got to thematic
it’s really not all gloom and doom I promise, but this is the closest I’ve got to thematic
update: I have not found my child’s group yet but I have been Chosen by a random cat
November 6, 2025 at 4:30 PM
update: I have not found my child’s group yet but I have been Chosen by a random cat
I don’t usually share from my manuscript, and I’ll probably delete this later. But as far as what my character learns about love, I guess it’s a tale as old as time—recognizing toxic patterns disguised as love. I apologize for using so many pronouns but still haven’t settled on a name for the mc. 🤷🏼♀️
November 6, 2025 at 12:04 PM
I don’t usually share from my manuscript, and I’ll probably delete this later. But as far as what my character learns about love, I guess it’s a tale as old as time—recognizing toxic patterns disguised as love. I apologize for using so many pronouns but still haven’t settled on a name for the mc. 🤷🏼♀️
Dilly is glad to let you know that cozy season is finally here. help yourself to a knit blanket and sit down. the soup is almost ready
#caturday
#caturday
November 1, 2025 at 10:29 PM
Dilly is glad to let you know that cozy season is finally here. help yourself to a knit blanket and sit down. the soup is almost ready
#caturday
#caturday
now that the children are too cool to dress up with me, there are no limits. This year, Stevie Nicks. “Like a ghost through a fog, like a charmed hour and a haunted song.” Next year maybe Grendel. Maybe the Lady of Shalott. Maybe Lady Macbeth from the Sargent painting or Cathy Earnshaw’s ghost.
November 1, 2025 at 5:35 PM
now that the children are too cool to dress up with me, there are no limits. This year, Stevie Nicks. “Like a ghost through a fog, like a charmed hour and a haunted song.” Next year maybe Grendel. Maybe the Lady of Shalott. Maybe Lady Macbeth from the Sargent painting or Cathy Earnshaw’s ghost.
riding around on my little bike putting seashells in my basket
October 24, 2025 at 2:35 PM
riding around on my little bike putting seashells in my basket
Every single seashell used to be a creature’s home that grew slowly over time and also seashells wash up in the surf in the process of getting pulverized into sand. Anyway, I love seashells
October 23, 2025 at 9:25 PM
Every single seashell used to be a creature’s home that grew slowly over time and also seashells wash up in the surf in the process of getting pulverized into sand. Anyway, I love seashells
good morning from my little tent on the beach
October 23, 2025 at 10:28 AM
good morning from my little tent on the beach
maybe the real vacation is the cats you meet along the way
October 20, 2025 at 7:01 AM
maybe the real vacation is the cats you meet along the way
I am in fact descended from an accused witch of Salem. “Sarah deposed that the devil occasionally took the form of a bird or a bear, but typically as a man, and she said that the devil threatened to kill her if she confessed.”
October 19, 2025 at 7:20 PM
I am in fact descended from an accused witch of Salem. “Sarah deposed that the devil occasionally took the form of a bird or a bear, but typically as a man, and she said that the devil threatened to kill her if she confessed.”
“urgently, between the habitat and its loss”
October 16, 2025 at 4:16 PM
“urgently, between the habitat and its loss”
on this day in 1924 Virginia Woolf finished writing MRS DALLOWAY (I did not know that when I got dressed this morning but I can pretend it was intentional)
October 8, 2025 at 9:42 PM
on this day in 1924 Virginia Woolf finished writing MRS DALLOWAY (I did not know that when I got dressed this morning but I can pretend it was intentional)
this moon is impressively bright
October 7, 2025 at 7:58 AM
this moon is impressively bright
taking a break from writing to get the fairy house ready for winter
October 5, 2025 at 6:31 PM
taking a break from writing to get the fairy house ready for winter
which reminds me of how much I love swamp rose mallow, a really romantic and showy flower that loves marshes. You could argue that I write novels as an excuse to rhapsodize about plants (plenty of editors and reviewers have), and sometimes I think it’s the truth
October 2, 2025 at 11:25 PM
which reminds me of how much I love swamp rose mallow, a really romantic and showy flower that loves marshes. You could argue that I write novels as an excuse to rhapsodize about plants (plenty of editors and reviewers have), and sometimes I think it’s the truth
one thing I love is making wishes on seeds when I plant them. In 2017 I planted passionflower and wished for my first book to be published. The seeds didn’t do much for the longest time, then two springs later they took over the backyard, a week before I got an offer. This is my pet superstition
October 2, 2025 at 11:16 PM
one thing I love is making wishes on seeds when I plant them. In 2017 I planted passionflower and wished for my first book to be published. The seeds didn’t do much for the longest time, then two springs later they took over the backyard, a week before I got an offer. This is my pet superstition
fangirling over this spectacular snapping turtle (my reflection for scale)
September 27, 2025 at 9:13 PM
fangirling over this spectacular snapping turtle (my reflection for scale)
my friends the spider lilies
September 26, 2025 at 2:19 PM
my friends the spider lilies
hashtag star-crossed
September 22, 2025 at 10:58 PM
hashtag star-crossed
it’s not like a regular word, it’s a cool word
August 26, 2025 at 9:33 PM
it’s not like a regular word, it’s a cool word