Johanna Piard
Writing my debut novel “The Affair of Alice Hall” one page (and glass) at a time ✨📖🍷🍸
Writer ✍🏽 | Dreamer 🎥 | Romantic at heart 🤍

I forgot I was on earth for a moment.
Not a blaze of horn,
not a twinge of gas in the air
just a light breeze,
the cool spit of the California falls brushing over us.
Redwood. Pines. Valley walls. Blue sky.
More than we could hold.
There wasn’t enough time to take it all in
so we held on to each other.
My family and I,
winding down those mountain roads,
with a love as steady as the land beneath us.

I forgot I was on earth for a moment.
Not a blaze of horn,
not a twinge of gas in the air
just a light breeze,
the cool spit of the California falls brushing over us.
Redwood. Pines. Valley walls. Blue sky.
More than we could hold.
There wasn’t enough time to take it all in
so we held on to each other.
My family and I,
winding down those mountain roads,
with a love as steady as the land beneath us.

I forgot I was on earth for a moment.
Not a blaze of horn,
not a twinge of gas in the air
just a light breeze,
the cool spit of the California falls brushing over us.
Redwood. Pines. Valley walls. Blue sky.
More than we could hold.
There wasn’t enough time to take it all in
so we held on to each other.
My family and I,
winding down those mountain roads,
with a love as steady as the land beneath us.
I forgot I was on earth for a moment.
Not a blaze of horn,
not a twinge of gas in the air
just a light breeze,
the cool spit of the California falls brushing over us.
Redwood. Pines. Valley walls. Blue sky.
More than we could hold.
There wasn’t enough time to take it all in
so we held on to each other.
My family and I,
winding down those mountain roads,
with a love as steady as the land beneath us.

I forgot I was on earth for a moment.
Not a blaze of horn,
not a twinge of gas in the air
just a light breeze,
the cool spit of the California falls brushing over us.
Redwood. Pines. Valley walls. Blue sky.
More than we could hold.
There wasn’t enough time to take it all in
so we held on to each other.
My family and I,
winding down those mountain roads,
with a love as steady as the land beneath us.

I forgot I was on earth for a moment.
Not a blaze of horn,
not a twinge of gas in the air
just a light breeze,
the cool spit of the California falls brushing over us.
Redwood. Pines. Valley walls. Blue sky.
More than we could hold.
There wasn’t enough time to take it all in
so we held on to each other.
My family and I,
winding down those mountain roads,
with a love as steady as the land beneath us.
I forgot I was on earth for a moment.
Not a blaze of horn,
not a twinge of gas in the air
just a light breeze,
the cool spit of the California falls brushing over us.
Redwood. Pines. Valley walls. Blue sky.
More than we could hold.
There wasn’t enough time to take it all in
so we held on to each other.
My family and I,
winding down those mountain roads,
with a love as steady as the land beneath us.

I forgot I was on earth for a moment.
Not a blaze of horn,
not a twinge of gas in the air
just a light breeze,
the cool spit of the California falls brushing over us.
Redwood. Pines. Valley walls. Blue sky.
More than we could hold.
There wasn’t enough time to take it all in
so we held on to each other.
My family and I,
winding down those mountain roads,
with a love as steady as the land beneath us.
I forgot I was on earth for a moment.
Not a blaze of horn,
not a twinge of gas in the air
just a light breeze,
the cool spit of the California falls brushing over us.
Redwood. Pines. Valley walls. Blue sky.
More than we could hold.
There wasn’t enough time to take it all in
so we held on to each other.
My family and I,
winding down those mountain roads,
with a love as steady as the land beneath us.

Hi there…tell me what you’ve been reading lately?
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Erotic rebellion. Revolutionary desire. And the cost of freedom when someone else bears it.
I wrote about @darrowfarr’s The Bombshell, a novel that braids sexuality, violence, and postcolonial power into something deliberately unsettling. #bookishwomen #literarycriticism #substack #historicalfiction #postcolonialism

Erotic rebellion. Revolutionary desire. And the cost of freedom when someone else bears it.
I wrote about @darrowfarr’s The Bombshell, a novel that braids sexuality, violence, and postcolonial power into something deliberately unsettling. #bookishwomen #literarycriticism #substack #historicalfiction #postcolonialism

Erotic rebellion. Revolutionary desire. And the cost of freedom when someone else bears it.
I wrote about @darrowfarr’s The Bombshell, a novel that braids sexuality, violence, and postcolonial power into something deliberately unsettling. #bookishwomen #literarycriticism #substack #historicalfiction #postcolonialism

Erotic rebellion. Revolutionary desire. And the cost of freedom when someone else bears it.
I wrote about @darrowfarr’s The Bombshell, a novel that braids sexuality, violence, and postcolonial power into something deliberately unsettling. #bookishwomen #literarycriticism #substack #historicalfiction #postcolonialism
Erotic rebellion. Revolutionary desire. And the cost of freedom when someone else bears it.
I wrote about @darrowfarr’s The Bombshell, a novel that braids sexuality, violence, and postcolonial power into something deliberately unsettling. #bookishwomen #literarycriticism #substack #historicalfiction #postcolonialism

Setting intentions for 2026 with the loveliest women. They push me to be a better reader, writer, and not to limit myself with doubt. So grateful. Here’s to another year of books and lots of glasses of white wine with our legendary book club🥰

Setting intentions for 2026 with the loveliest women. They push me to be a better reader, writer, and not to limit myself with doubt. So grateful. Here’s to another year of books and lots of glasses of white wine with our legendary book club🥰
Setting intentions for 2026 with the loveliest women. They push me to be a better reader, writer, and not to limit myself with doubt. So grateful. Here’s to another year of books and lots of glasses of white wine with our legendary book club🥰

Setting intentions for 2026 with the loveliest women. They push me to be a better reader, writer, and not to limit myself with doubt. So grateful. Here’s to another year of books and lots of glasses of white wine with our legendary book club🥰
Every novel starts somewhere.
Mine began with books and films that lingered long after the last page and the credits rolled. #novelinprogress #cinematicwriting #literarycreator
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