This entry is the first of many conversations we’ll share here in the Velvet Journal, my corner of the world where words wear silk and ideas linger like perfume.
Think of it as an open invitation to linger, to question, and to indulge in thought and pleasure without apology. Soon, you’ll find essays, musings, and stories that slip between intellect and intimacy, always brushed with a gothic, romantic edge.
I’m glad you’ve found me. The first pages are shaping up.
Stay close, they’ll be ready for you soon.