Important Update: A Totally Reasonable Update From Your Resident Overachiever

Hi Beautiful Humans,

If you’ve been poking around here lately (and I know so many of you have—I mean, I practically need a velvet rope at the front of this website at this point), you’ve probably noticed something: I’ve been... releasing a lot of writings.

Like, a lot-a lot.

I set myself a truly chaotic, punishing writing schedule because, well, I love this work. Every second of it. I’ve been deep in the grind—headphones on, snacks forgotten, writing like the house is on fire and the only way to save it is poetry. Or ghosts. Or sex and Tudor England. (Depending on the day.)

But here's the thing: you noticed.
My readers—my ride-or-dies, my heartbreak addicts, my hollow-haunted souls, my poetry-sipping kindreds—you gently pointed out that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t giving these books enough room to breathe.

And… you were right.

As much as I adore giving life to every story that’s been kicking around in my brain like a toddler with a tambourine, I’m pressing pause. Just a bit. I’m slowing things down—not because the fire’s gone out, but because I want to tend to it more carefully.

Because you deserve my best.
Because these stories deserve their moment.
Because rushing art is for capitalism, not for us.

So, here’s what this means:

✨ Songs To Stories will now be released on the 13th of every odd-numbered month (because superstition and Swifties go hand in hand). That’s six new heartbreaks or healings per year.

💀 The Hollow Hours will drop its next goosebump-inducing novella on the final day of every even-numbered month(because even numbers are way creepier, obviously). That’s six delicious doses of dread per year.

📚 Poetry and Prose anthologies will arrive on the 15th of every six-month interval, giving each one time to be savoured and devoured properly.

📖 The Novels—those hefty, soul-shattering, character-rich labours of love—will be released once a year, beginning with my first full-length novel on July 1st. (Mark it. Tattoo it. Write it in the margins of your planner.)

I will still be publishing a brand new poem to the site every single day—because I would never leave you high and dry, and because this part of my daily heartbeat belongs to you now. It means the world to know you’re out there, reading, receiving, and making space for my words in your gorgeous minds and soft, open hearts.

As for the journal—well. We’re never doing another challenge again. That was... deeply unwell of me. I’ll post entries as needed, like any good emotional support goblin.

And finally, you can expect a new personal essay in Ink and Insights every Thursday, because what is a writer if not constantly working through her shit on the internet?

Thank you. Thank you for being here, for reading, for listening, for whispering “same” under your breath at 2AM.

This is the beginning of something lasting.

And now… back to the words.

💚~Britt Wolfe