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 Every legacy has an origin.

Every rebellion has a spark.
And before the veil shattered, there was a love that changed everything.

I'm so excited to finally share this with you: the prequel novella to my fantasy series, Veil of Starlight, is now available — and you can get it FREE just by signing up for my email list!

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✨ What’s Before the Veil Broke About?

Set in the years before Veil of Starlight, this emotional novella follows Elora, a queen on the edge of rebellion, and Marak, a loyal soldier torn between duty and love.

Their forbidden romance defied kingdoms.
Their child was never meant to be born.
But she is — and she might be the key to ending a war the world doesn’t know is coming.

To save her, Elora and Marak risk everything: their titles, their lives, their futures.

This is the story of the parents Andromeda Angelin never got to know, and the sacrifice they made to protect her before the first page of Veil of Starlight was ever written.

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With magic,
Morgan Rylie
✨ I write for the ones still standing in the storm.

✂️ Self Inflicted: A Story for the Ones Still Standing in the Storm

Some scars are visible.
Others hide beneath sleeves, behind smiles, and in the silence no one ever questions.

In Self Inflicted, the first book of the Self Inflicted Saga, I introduce you to Aurora — a teenage girl who seems bold and unbothered on the outside, but inside, she’s barely holding it together.

After losing her mother to cancer, Aurora turns to self-harm as a way to manage the overwhelming grief and emotional pain. Her body carries the marks of battles no one sees — except for Liam, her best friend, and Erik, her boyfriend. But Erik’s love is not the kind that heals. It's full of betrayal, emotional manipulation, and control. And worst of all, Aurora believes she deserves it.

She wants to believe she can fix things. That love will be enough.

But life has a way of pushing you toward hard truths. When Aurora finds out she’s pregnant at the start of her senior year, she and Erik rush into a decision to get married — convinced that it’s the right thing to do. That it will make everything better.

It doesn’t.

Just before the wedding, a revelation from Liam changes everything, forcing Aurora to face not only the toxicity around her, but the pain inside her that she’s been trying to bury.

This story isn’t pretty. It’s not easy. But it’s honest.
And that’s why I wrote it.

Self Inflicted is for anyone who has ever questioned their worth. Who has felt stuck in cycles of pain, of self-blame, of toxic love. It’s for the ones who are still standing, even when it hurts.

Aurora’s journey isn’t just about surviving. It’s about learning how to choose yourself — even when it feels impossible.

If you’ve ever needed to be reminded that your pain is valid, your voice matters, and healing is possible… this book is for you.

📖 Self Inflicted is available now on Amazon.

💔 Summer Love, Autumn Goodbye: A Story About Young Love, Second Chances & Letting Go

We all have that one summer — the one that changes everything. For Marissa, it started with sunshine, freedom, and a boy she never saw coming.

Marissa has always followed the rules. She gets good grades, stays involved in every school activity, and spends her time outside the classroom babysitting her little sister. She's the “good girl” — the one who always does what's expected.

But summer is different. Summer is escape. Every year, she travels over 200 miles to stay with her grandparents, where life moves slower and expectations feel a little lighter.

That’s where she meets Chad.

Fresh out of juvenile detention, Chad is trying hard to put his life back together. He’s juggling school and raising his infant son — all while carrying the weight of his past. He’s rough around the edges, serious, and guarded... and everything Marissa has never known.

And yet, somehow, they just fit.

Their summer together is intense and unforgettable — a connection that runs deeper than either of them expected. But when summer ends, so does the bubble they've built. The distance, the responsibilities, and the real world catch up quickly.

As they struggle to hold on to what they had, both Marissa and Chad are forced to confront who they are, what they want, and what they're willing to sacrifice.

Summer Love Autumn Goodbye is a bittersweet, emotional story about first love, second chances, and growing up before you're ready. If you've ever fallen for someone the world told you not to — or had to walk away even when your heart begged you to stay — this book is for you.

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When the Words Come Back

For a long time, I wasn’t writing.

Not because I didn’t want to—but because life had a way of piling up. Responsibilities, distractions, emotional weight… they slowly edged out the creativity I used to lean on. Somewhere along the way, I stopped picking up the pen. I told myself I’d get back to it “when things settled down,” but things never really do, do they?

The truth is, I was dealing with a lot—internally and externally. Writing started to feel like something from a past version of myself. And when you’re carrying emotional heaviness, even the things you love can feel out of reach.

But last week, something shifted.

I picked up a pen—not with the intention of writing anything big. Just to dip my feet in the water. Just to see if the words would still come. What I didn’t expect was for the words to come pouring in, fast and loud and full of life. Like they’d been waiting for me this whole time.

Suddenly, I wasn’t easing in. I was diving headfirst.
And I felt better than I have in years.

This story—this book I didn’t even plan to write—grabbed me by the hand and refused to let go. It’s unfolding faster than I can type, like it’s been living inside me all along, just waiting for me to sit still long enough to listen.

I don't have a title. I don't have a cover. But I have words.

A lot of words. 

Yesterday alone, I passed 10,000 words. In one day.
And no, I’m not exaggerating.

Something about this story feels different. Urgent. Alive. I’m not just writing again—I’m being written back into myself.

So if you’re in a season where you feel stuck or like your creativity is far away… it’s not gone. It’s just waiting for the right moment. And when it comes back? It might just take you somewhere you didn’t expect, but desperately needed.

I don’t know where this book is going yet.
But I know I can’t walk away from it.

And honestly? I’m not sure I want to.

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Have you ever felt this kind of creative flood after a long break? I’d love to hear about it. Let’s remind each other that the spark never really goes out—it just waits.

#WritingAgain #CreativeComeback #10kWordsInADay #WritersLife #EmotionalReset

🖋️ Writing Update: When the Words Won’t Let You Walk Away

Every once in a while, a story grabs you by the collar and refuses to let go.

That’s exactly where I am right now—with a brand new fantasy novel that seems to be writing itself. I sat down just to play with an idea, and now suddenly I’m knee-deep in magic, secrets, and characters that feel like they’ve been waiting for me to find them.

And I don’t want to stop. Not even for a second.

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✨ The Spark Became a Wildfire

It started with a whisper of an idea—a girl, a necklace, a world she doesn’t understand—and now it’s become a full-blown adventure I can’t step away from. Plot twists are revealing themselves mid-sentence. Worldbuilding details are layering together without effort. Characters are arguing with me (and each other), and I am living for it.

This is the kind of story that wakes me up at 3 a.m.
The kind that makes me ignore texts.
The kind that makes “just one more scene” turn into five hours.

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💬 What’s It About?

I’m not sharing too many details yet (still letting it simmer and take shape), but here’s a little tease:
A hidden world.
A girl who doesn’t know what she is.
A dangerous legacy.
And a choice that could change everything.

Think: modern world meets ancient magic, layered with secrets, shadows, and slow-burn tension.

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🖤 Where I’m At Now

I’m drafting fast—probably faster than I should—but I’m not ready to slow down. Not yet. I’m following this momentum wherever it leads, and I have a feeling it’s somewhere special.

No official timeline, no title (yet), just pure creative fire.

If you’ve ever had a project that made the rest of the world fade away, you know exactly what I’m feeling.

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✨ Stay Tuned

I’ll be sharing more updates soon—snippets, character art, playlists, maybe even some behind-the-scenes chaos.

But for now, just know that something magical is happening behind the scenes, and I can’t wait to take you with me when it’s ready.

#AmWriting #FantasyWIP #WritingUpdate #WritersLife #WorkInProgress #MagicInTheMaking

🎸 When the Music Comes Back: A Band That Saved My Life Might Be Coming Back… and I’m Not Okay

Ok, let me take you back—way back.

Many years ago, I used to follow this band around like it was my full-time job. They were based out of Texas, but thanks to one incredible radio station, the only one in the country that gave them real airplay—their biggest fanbase ended up right here, in the Midwest.

And I was in it. Deep.

This wasn’t just a band I liked. It was a band that saved my life. Their music got me through heartbreak, through chaos, through everything I didn’t have words for. I was one of the regulars at their shows, front row every time. I got to know the band. Really know them. I would walk into a show and the bassist would greet me with "It's our biggest fan" and a huge hug. 

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🎤 And Then They Were Gone

Like so many stories in music, theirs didn’t last forever.

They officially broke up in 2014. The guitarist started a family. The lead singer went back to his previous band. The bassist and drummer slowly faded from the public eye. The shows stopped. The updates stopped. The music... all but disappeared.

Aside from one album that still lives quietly on Spotify, most of their songs now only exist in the cracks of time—on ancient CDs I guard like treasure. You can’t stream them. You can’t Shazam them. They’re ghosts of an era that meant everything to me.

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🎨 Yesterday, Something Changed

Yesterday, something happened. Something small, but enormous.

After nearly a decade of silence, the band’s official page posted a piece of artwork. No caption. No explanation. Just… there. Out of nowhere.

Then the guitarist reposted it.

That’s it. No words. No teaser. Just art.

And I’m freaking out.

Because when you’ve spent this long grieving something that helped shape who you are—and suddenly, without warning, there’s a flicker of life—it hits deep. Like seeing a heartbeat on a monitor you thought had flatlined.

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💿 More Than Just Music

This band wasn’t just a phase. It wasn’t a playlist. It was a lifeline. They were there when everything else fell apart. And when they left, I felt it like a real loss.

I’ve missed them every day since. Their lyrics are still burned into my memory. Their music still loops in my head when I can’t sleep. Even now, I drive with scratched CDs in the glovebox just to feel a little bit whole again.

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🖤 Hope Hurts (But I’m Holding On)

Maybe this artwork means nothing. Or maybe it means everything.

Maybe it’s a reunion. A re-release. A comeback tour. A whisper of a song.

I don’t know yet. But I’m holding on. Because when something helped you survive, you never really let it go.

To the band—if you’re reading this, or if somehow the universe nudges this your way:
We’re still here. Still listening. Still waiting.
And some of us… still healing.

#MusicSavedMe #BandReunion #ThrowbackFeels #StillListening #FanForLife

8,972 Words, A Celebration of Life, and Chlorine in My Hair: A Day in the Life of a Writer-Mom

Today was one of those rare, strange, wonderful days that felt like three days packed into one.

I started my morning writing. No plan, no pressure—just me, my keyboard, and characters who apparently had a lot to say. I blinked, and suddenly… 8,972 words were on the page. A new personal record. Nearly 9K words in a day. I’ve never done that before.

And here’s the wild part: writing wasn’t the only thing I did today.

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🌸 Honoring a Life

This afternoon, I stepped away from the screen to attend a celebration of life. It was emotional, grounding, and a powerful reminder of how fragile and beautiful this life really is. It felt like a pause—a quiet inhale in the middle of an otherwise busy day.

There’s something about honoring someone’s story that makes you want to pour even more honesty into your own.

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💦 Family First

After that? I jumped into a swimsuit and took the kids swimming. Laughter, splashes, the smell of sunscreen—and yes, chlorine in my hair. It was exactly what we needed. Not just a break, but joy. Presence.

It’s funny: I lived a full day away from the page, and yet somehow the words still came. Fast. Furious. Free.

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✍️ The Writing Magic

So how did I manage 8,972 words between grief, kids, and water wings?

• I wrote in short, focused sprints. 20 minutes here, 15 there.

• I let go of perfection.

• I followed the emotions. Today’s scenes were intense—and writing them felt like therapy.

The words weren’t perfect, but they were alive. And that’s enough.

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💙 Final Thoughts

Life isn’t either/or. It’s not productivity vs. presence. It’s both. It’s writing nearly 9,000 words while still making space to honor someone’s memory and do cannonballs with your kids.

So tonight, I’m tired. My heart is full. My document is messy and chaotic and probably full of typos. But you know what? I showed up—for my story, my family, and myself.

And that feels like a win.

Have you ever had a day where life and writing collided in the best possible way? What’s your personal best word count? Let’s celebrate the small and big victories together.

#AmWriting #MomLifeAndWritingLife #WordCountWin #WriterMom #LifeAndWords #WritingThroughItAll

The Moment You Realize You Are Completely Overbooked

  

So. I was staring at the calendar today, trying to get my life together, and suddenly it hit me:

We are very overbooked for one particular weekend.

The children’s theater I’m involved with has a play scheduled (dates have been set for a while—oops). One of my children is the assistant director. Another kid has decided they wants to be in the play.

And then I remembered… we already have tickets to a convention. An hour away. The same weekend.

Cue panic. And spreadsheets. And me mentally mapping out how many round trips I can realistically make in 48 hours before I lose my mind.

Current Status:

• Oldest son: deeply committed to the play and already in full director mode, but has also spent weeks working on cosplay for the con

• Younger child: con-focused, but also really wants to audition for the play

• Me: expected to be at both the theater and the con, possibly at the same time, dressed as a cosplay character and holding a clipboard

It’s going to take careful timing, creative logistics, and maybe a clone or two. But you know what? We’re going to make it work. Because this is what life looks like when your people are passionate—and you're the one cheering from every angle (with caffeine in hand).

Stay tuned for chaos.

#OverbookedWeekend #TheaterLife #ConLife #MomOfAllTrades #ICanDoThisProbably

Embarking on a Journey (Again)

 Some journeys don’t start with a single step—they restart after a long pause.

This isn’t my first time here. I’ve walked this path before, with excitement in my chest and words at my fingertips. But like many creative pursuits, life happened, distractions crept in, and what once felt urgent and alive slowly faded into the background.

Now, I’m finding my way back.

Coming back to writing feels both familiar and new. There’s a strange comfort in returning to a space you once loved, even if the terrain looks a little different than before. The ideas may be rustier, the confidence a bit quieter, but the pull—the desire to create, to explore, to express—is still strong.

This blog is my way of picking up where I left off. Not with pressure or perfection, but with presence. With curiosity. With the intention to keep going, one word at a time.

If you’ve ever stepped away from something you loved and struggled to return, I hope this resonates. There’s no shame in the pause—only strength in the restart.

Thanks for joining me, again. Let’s see where the words take us this time.