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Nicole Higginbotham writes lesbian romance novels. She is currently working on her newest project, "Progress", which will be available for online viewing up until it's publication date. "Progress" starts out with Dean, a young woman that lost her partner in a car accident. During her time of mourning, the woman takes a job at a hotel, leaving her old life behind. When a new woman gets hired to assist her in running the hotel [Kayla], Dean gets defensive, and the two battle it out until the doors of the past are reopened. In the meantime, Dean is called back to her side job as a private investigator and has to break the secrets behind a drug-hustling prostitution ring without blowing her cover. Dean and Kayla begin to grow close, and as everything plays out, Dean has to decide what is important in her life and if she will ever be able to let another person in without blowing her cover. Managing Editor for "The Rover" (2008) Assistant Sports Editor for "The Gateway" (2009) Published "In Step" (2012) Currently working on "In Progress" tentative release 2016 in paperback and on Kindle

In Step

This book was originally written in the early 2000’s, when “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” was still in place. At that time, it was difficult to see any change in laws like these, and it was hard for some to go about with their career choices due to the barrier on their private relationships. I wrote this book to show how the acceptance in the liberal world was different than the acceptance in the conservative world. I felt that the topic needed to have a voice and having a first-hand perspective in situations like these, I thought that it would be better to put a personality and voice to the people that had to deal with issues like this. Though the inspiration of this book was through my experiences, nothing in the book itself is based on a true story.

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Running Its Course

Running Its Course was originally one of the first books that I had written. I wrote this book when I was eighteen, and it has small reflections of my young self and how I viewed the world at that time. I chose to publish it due to the fact that I think that it shows a lot of growth in my writing, and it also mirrors some of the experiences that I had that made me the writer that I am today. Though, I wouldn’t mark this as my best work, I think it is important to contribute it to my collection. I hope you take the time to read it. Maybe, it will remind you of your own self-growth.
 

PTSD

Stress

Unforseen

Unimaginable

The PTSD

It is incredible

Those that are without

They don’t understand

How you can be in one place

And then in another

So fast

The pain

It sinks

Into your skin

The memories

They know

How to get in

The thoughts of the past

Are like a wild dream

The thoughts come fast

And stream like cable TV

The feelings are real

Even though it’s now and not then

The shakes and the chills

Who are my friends

The memories so clear

Where is the end

But no one can hear

The pain in your head

 

Intimate

A KISS

A dance

A stance

A moment

In sync

You think

If you think too hard

That you’ll ruin it

A touch

So deep

Your heart

Can’t keep

Up with the emotions that silently

Come through

So real

So intimate

So amazingly real

It’s not all about the physical

The mental and emotional

Play a part

But with all three

You feel beautiful

Like a rare piece of art

Failure

Unraveling

A strip of events

And hence

Promoting things that are possible

But things a person still cannot comprehend

For some if not many

Need proof to see

The possibility of achieving dreams

Confirmation is difficult for them that find

If not seen by their own eyes

It is hard to comprehend the idea of being wrong

But if seen through it is easier to understand

Contradiction speaks of this

Because what is one losing by being wrong

It is just a defense mechanism

Of a person afraid to fail

Because if being wrong is such a fear

Then why not take the chance by hoping one is right

The end result is always one or the other

The failure can be taken in stride

And yet a human is so afraid to go against his or her own pride

Snow

The white specks

Blankening the trees

The houses

The scenery

The ground

A true testiment of the cold and bitter to some

A new slate to others

Wiping away the thoughts of before

Covering it slowly

Like an eraser

Starting a new beginning

Not dwelling on that which has happened

But on the future to come