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Brittainy Chantal 


The damage is done.

Err—or the damage is just beginning. I just sent my novel off to the editor.

It’s out of my hands.

It’s like my baby is going to his grandma’s for a few weeks while mommy drinks wine and worries.But I’m certain my baby will love and appreciate the attention from grandma. I had to cut the cord sometime..and today was that day.

Now, where’s my Sweet White Roo wine? Also known as my new favorite white wine. I better get two bottles. 😉


-Brittainy Chantal

My Own Experience


“My own experience is that everybody is born with a certain talent, and unless he lives that talent to its fullest, something in him will remain missing. He will go on feeling that somehow something is not there that should be.” -Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh

Don’t let your talent whisper. Allow it to scream from the mountain tops.


-Brittainy Chantal

Today I Married The Rain: A Love Story

The first spring thunderstorm roared outside the classroom windows. I shuttered at the thought of walking home without an umbrella. Was it supposed to rain today? I wondered. I would have planned better if I knew. As I collected my belongings and headed towards the door, I cursed under my breath; hoping I wouldn’t catch a cold. Then again, what would it matter? My social life was quite nonexistent on campus. The only difference with having a cold would be that I would need a box of Kleenex to watch my reality television.

I sighed as I stepped out into the deluge, ready to meet my maker, ready to be drenched. Yet, when I looked up, my eyes met with a large black umbrella. I turned to my right to see two green piercing eyes and a crooked smile looking towards me, “Which way you heading?” The deep voice asked me. The sexy southern drawl that released from his vocal box almost made me fall over into the puddle, but I held my composure the best I could.

“South Williams Dorms.” About half a mile away from the rest of the dorm rooms on campus.

“I’m heading that way, too. Mind if I join you?” He ran his hand over his face, as I studied his five-o-clock shadow. For a brief moment I thought of running my fingers through his beautiful black waves. But instead, I only nodded, allowing him to walk me home.

He always sat in the back of the class, always answered every question right, and always made the beautiful girls follow him out of the classroom. I was not a beautiful girl. But I did secretly follow him with my eyes. From a distance.

I knew my chubby cheeks and round face was not worth his kisses. I knew that I wasn’t the type who was allowed to follow him out of the classroom.

Yet today, he followed me. And he offered me to hold on to his umbrella. We spoke about class, and homework, and our future plans. Mister beautiful was destined to be an architect, and me, a graphic designer.

I laughed with him and blushed even more as he complimented my thick brown hair, he said it enhanced my eyes.

As we approached my dorm, I thanked him for his kindness, offering him his umbrella. He declined as he stepped back into the rain and became soaked. As his hands slid into his jean pockets he smiled towards me, “I live in North Williams Dorms.” His dorm was a complete half mile away from the dorm we were now standing in front of.

I scowled him for going out of his way just to get me home dry, and held out his umbrella so he could get home. He just shrugged and started to walk away.

“Hold on to it, perhaps one day, you can walk me home.”

My heart felt as if it skipped a beat, at the same time, it felt like it was beating faster and faster. I watched him disappear down the street and was in complete awe. It was as if he wasn’t getting beaten with the rain, yet it seemed as if he was the rain.

I didn’t even know his name.

But it was in that moment that I knew he was the one for me.

These types of things never happened to me. I wasn’t the girl who was noticed. I wasn’t the girl who was walked home. As I watched him, I felt a need to know more about him. I needed to…

Opening the umbrella, I rushed towards him and nudged him in the arm, “Which way you heading?” I asked.

His halfway smile appeared, “North Williams Dorms.”

I nodded as I dropped the umbrella and the water refreshed me and ran down my nose, “I’m heading that way, too. Mind if I join you?”

He chuckled and moved my soaked hair behind my ears. His eyes studied mine for awhile as the thunder supplied us with a breathtaking soundtrack. His lips tasted like berries.

No umbrella needed this time; no words that could express what we both were feeling. I knew it right then and there. And I knew that he felt it too. A burst of color emerging from our souls.

Someday, I would marry that architect with the beautiful black waves.

But today, today I married the rain. 

Happily Ever Afters?

I have always been in love with the idea of love. All kinds of love. The romantic love, the friendship love, the dysfunctional family love.

Each of those loves has a different  level of depth to them. Let’s look at romantic love for example: There’s the young lovers, old lovers, distant lovers, puppy lovers, opposite lovers, stranger lovers, best friend lovers, violent lovers etc…you get the point.

And as a writer, no matter what, I find myself coming back to the idea that my stories have to end with the ‘Happily Ever Afters’.

This isn’t to say that some minor or supporting characters do not die. This isn’t to say that there aren’t super heavy moments in the stories that break your heart. It’s just saying that at the end of the day, on that last page, there is a happy moment.

The way I see it is that people need the happily ever after. Not only do people need it, but they freaking deserve it! You need a moment to feel good and say, “Yes! That’s what it is all about!” It’s not about the money. It’s not about the status. It’s not politics that move us. But it’s that human connection. That feeling that for one moment in time there is another person who sees you for who you are, and still loves you with ever fiber in their being.

As a reader, by all means you deserve to get lost in a love story.

When I craft my characters in my novels and screenplays, I make it a love triangle. There’s the hero, the heroine, and then there’s you. You get to fall in love, too. You get to watch as it all unfolds. You get to see the hero’s deepest thoughts. You get to experience the heroine’s painful discoveries. You get to watch their false victories and true failures. You are part of them, just as they are a part of you.

People say that romances are the most cliché genres out there and I say SO WHAT?! A great romance novel makes you stay up late reading, go to sleep dreaming, and wake up longing for more. A great romance novel is a reminder that there is someone else on this planet with the same hopes and dreams that you have. A great romance novel inspires, educates, and leaves your lips curved up with satisfaction of a job well done.

So cliché or not, but happily ever afters are something worth fighting for.

So this is my vow to my readers. This is my promise that my romances will twist at your hearts. I vow that there will be sadness. I vow that there will be laughter. I promise that there will be different levels of love. I promise that there will be anger.

And I promise you there will be always be a happily ever after.

For as long as we both shall live.


-Brittainy Chantal