SHIMJELLY CHRONICLES

SHIMJELLY CHRONICLES: love’s operating manual-multi-generational, meaning your grandma and your kid both nod when we say the same sentence. We didn’t just survive thirty-seven years; we mapped it, painted it, tested it on every age that walked through our door. So whether you’re twenty-two and terrified of marriage, or sixty-two and wondering why you still bother-this is the cheat sheet that fits every decade.

SHIMJELLY CHRONICLES: one universe, multi-flavor. History, fantasy, romance, matrix glitches, Game-of-Thrones intrigue-delivered straight, no sugar. Distributed first where readers devour this mix: Germany (art, depth, drama), UK (romantic grit), France (philosophy with heat), Spain (mystery on fire), Italy (love like pasta). Digital everywhere-so Berlin flips pages before we do.

SHIMJELLY CHRONICLES isn’t a series-it’s the unfiltered receipt for a marriage that refuses to flatten. No rom-com gloss, no guru platitudes. Just thirty-seven years of two adults handing each other the mic, the paintbrush, the last slice-no score-keeping. We fail loud, we rise louder; we test theories on each other like we’re the last lab rats alive. Sacrifice? Sure. But every surrender-your turn to cook, theirs to cry, both of you to shut up and listen-feeds an incubator: compassion thick as paint, respect louder than sex. The reward isn’t gold stars; it’s a frequency you both hum until individual edges blur, and suddenly you’re vibrating past calendars, past meatspace-love that quantum-tunnels through storms and birthdays alike. Read it and feel the experiment still running.

SHIMJELLY CHRONICLES speaks every dialect of heart-Welsh hills, English grit, French whispers from my grandmother, Canadian streets, Budapest bloodlines. Our fights echo in three accents, our kisses in four. So Lagos or Lisbon, Toronto or Tokyo-the ache is universal; the fix is ours.

Flip a page and you’re inside the spark-the exact second two strangers knew this wasn’t chance, it was collision.

First drop: Supernatural Love-Dream to Reality. Out October twenty-three, it’s the whole origin story: how two crazy artists took insane risks, ate chaos alive, and-over thirty-seven years-distilled the only spell that ever worked: love as raw power.

Pre-order, unlock a hidden chapter nobody’s seen. More coming: Fear’s End, a non-fiction gut-punch on killing false evidence before it kills you. Then Poetry of the Loft-couplets Jim scratched on drywall while we converted warehouses into homes, now inked for you. Drop your email below; we’ll ping when each one’s born. Author block? Bottom left sidebar-small photo, one line: Jim & Shelley-thirty-seven years, one brain, infinite drafts. Click for bios; don’t let it steal the shelf.

Supernatural Love first-cover pops, Available now on Amazon.