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Hi, I’m Micaela. I play cosy farming games, go for long walks with my dog Esteban, and drink iced Americanos so strong they’ve become both a personality trait and a coping mechanism.
If you've landed here, you're probably a little unhinged, mildly haunted, and interested in stories that are sad, strange, queer, and emotionally chewy. You're in good company.
This Substack is the soft, weird centre of all my writing work. Think of it like a haunted library with a comfortable chair, some unlabelled vials, and a suspicious amount of grief in the walls. Here’s what you’ll find:
📚 Fiction
I write speculative fiction, literary horror, weird girl stories, and slow-burn emotional chaos. You’ll find standalone short stories, serialised projects, and excerpts from my current novel(s) in progress.
✏️ Essays & Writing Chaos
I post about the writing life, rejection, querying, failure, creative rage, and what it means to make art in the middle of your life falling apart (or rebuilding). There will be craft thoughts. There will be diary confessions. There will be a lot of snacks I no longer feel I deserve.
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Reminder: limbo is where Dante puts the poets. We thrive here.
I’ve been refreshing my inbox like it owes me money.
🎙️ Audio Projects & Experiments
I’m also writing and working in audio fiction. You’ll find behind-the-scenes on my serial podcast work, dramatic reading experiments, and occasional posts that double as sound design prompts or audio scripts in disguise.
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The Earth is Hollow and Other Lies I’ve Become Emotionally Attached To
There’s a special kind of horror that comes with researching something for a story and realising, halfway through, that reality is actually worse than fiction. Writing a horror fiction podcast with my best friend has completely destroyed any faith I had that the ground beneath my feet is solid, safe, or even remotely trustworthy. I have spent months tra…
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You’ve ever cried in a Tesco car park - for any reason, I just need to know that there’s more of us out there.
You like your fiction queer, intimate, and bleeding at the edges.
You’re tired of pretending art doesn’t hurt.
You’ll get new posts in your inbox (free or paid — no pressure!), and you can always browse the archive when you're feeling brave or bored.
Thanks for being here. Truly. <3