Amanda Musser
Amanda Musser
I’m a devoted mother of two, I have a daughter thriving in college and a son who is low-functioning, nonverbal autistic who inspires me daily. I balance my life with love and resilience. Engaged to an amazing partner, Tim Holsinger, I find joy in exploring the world through traveling, hiking, camping, and soaking up the beauty of nature. A true crime and horror movie aficionado as well as concert enthusiast.
I’m a devoted mother of two, I have a daughter thriving in college and a son who is low-functioning, nonverbal autistic who inspires me daily. I balance my life with love and resilience. Engaged to an amazing partner, Tim Holsinger, I find joy in exploring the world through traveling, hiking, camping, and soaking up the beauty of nature. A true crime and horror movie aficionado as well as concert enthusiast.
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I've been working on a new psychological thriller, and the more I write, the more excited I get about it. I have a feeling this one is going to blow your mind. I truly can't...
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It’s officially been a full week since my book was released into the world, and I just wanted to check in and say…wow. Thank you. Truly. The support, the messages, the shares—it’s meant more to me than I can put into words. Seeing something that lived in my head for so long finally make its way into yours has been equal parts surreal and incredible.
Now, you’d think after months of writing, editing, overthinking, re-editing, and questioning every life decision that led me to this point, I’d...
There’s a special kind of irony in discovering that formatting a book might actually be harder than writing one.
I went into this part of the process thinking, “This should be pretty easy? Basically just plug and play right?” I’ve already wrestled with plot twists, character development, and editing—surely turning it into an e-book would be the easy part. Right?
Wrong.
Somewhere between mysterious spacing issues, fonts that seem to have a mind of their own, and chapters that refuse to behave, I’...
There’s something mildly horrifying about realizing just how dependent your brain has become on the internet. Not in a deep, philosophical, “we are all connected” kind of way—but in the very real, very embarrassing sense that without it, you suddenly don’t know what to do with your own thoughts.
That was me today (at least when I was writing this it was “today” but who knows if it will still be “today” when I’m finally able to post.) The Wi-Fi went down.
Gone. Vanished. Betrayed me completely.
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