Valentines Day Love

Roses Are Temporary. Funding a Writer Is Forever.

It’s Valentine’s Day, which means the world has collectively agreed to panic-buy flowers, chocolates, and overpriced cards that say things like “You complete me” in glitter font.

And look — I’m not here to shame the classics.

Flowers are beautiful. Romantic. Symbolic.

But they also have a very predictable character arc:

arrive stunning → sit prettily for 48 hours → start browning at the edges → die in a puddle of regret.

It’s basically a relationship timeline in botanical form.

And I’m not throwing shade — I’m just being dramatic, because I’m a writer, after all.

So this year, I’d like to offer a more daring Valentine’s Day gift idea. Something a little riskier. A little sexier. A little more long-lasting.

You could fund a writer.

Flowers die.
Books get immortal.

Let that sink in.

A bouquet says: “I thought of you briefly in a supermarket.”
Funding a writer says: “I believe in you. I want your work in the world. I want your words to outlive us both.”

Which, honestly, is the most romantic thing anyone can do. Supporting the arts? That’s hot.

Support my work and you’re not just donating money — you’re sponsoring a dream and an obsession. You’re basically taking me by the hand and whispering:

“Yes. Keep going. You got this.”

If that doesn’t count as seduction, I don’t know what does.

Because here’s the thing:

Flowers will never love you back.
But a book?

A book is proof you existed. Proof you cared. Proof you helped create something that didn’t have to exist… but does.

And honestly?

That’s love.

Want to be my Valentine and my patron?

If you’d like to fund my writing (and earn eternal romantic bragging rights), you can donate here: Love Me Here

With ink-stained affection,