Explore My Literary Journey

Weaving an anthology is a little like stitching together a patchwork quilt. Each story becomes a carefully chosen piece of fabric-something cut from the soul and placed beside others that are different in colour, tone, and texture, yet somehow belong together. Some pieces are bright and warm, others quieter and reflective, but each one carries its own story, its own heartbeat.

Choosing which pieces deserve a place in the final design is never simple. Too much sweetness can overwhelm the heart, leaving little room to breathe, while humour without a little edge can feel strangely hollow. Some stories lean toward romance, others toward reflection, wit, mystery, or the gentle ache of memory. Genre boundaries can sometimes feel like narrow seams that hold too tightly, leaving certain tales lingering just beyond the edges, waiting for their moment to be seen.

The real challenge-and the real joy-comes in finding balance. When the right combination of stories comes together, something magical happens. The collection begins to feel less like separate pieces and more like a quiet symphony on paper, where every voice contributes to the whole. Achieving that harmony is always a leap of faith for any writer or editor, trusting that somewhere among the pages a reader will discover a moment that feels unexpectedly personal.

Stories to Share with My Partner – Book 14 is my attempt at creating that harmony. Within these pages you will find a chorus of emotions-whispers of tenderness, flashes of humour, reflections on love and loss, and small observations about the strange and beautiful experience of being human. Some stories speak openly from the first line, revealing their intentions without hesitation. Others prefer to play hide-and-seek, slowly unfolding their meaning as you turn each page.

In every story, however, there is a small piece of the writer left behind-a thought, a feeling, a question, or a memory shaped into words. My hope is simple: that somewhere in these pages, you might recognise something of your own life reflected back at you.

Because the most meaningful stories are rarely just read.

They are shared.

At fifty-five, the semi-retired architect lives in the quiet space that grief leaves behind. Once known for bold designs and ambitious projects, Tom now prefers smaller renovations, safe commissions, and a routine that asks very little of him. His world has become carefully measured-mornings with coffee, afternoons reviewing modest plans, evenings spent in the familiar silence of a house that still holds the echo of his late wife.

He tells himself that this is enough. That moving forward doesn’t require moving on.

But grief has a way of lingering in the spaces between the things we do. In the empty chair at the dinner table. In the quiet rooms where laughter used to live. In the plans Tom no longer draws for a future he no longer expects.

Then, one Christmas, his daughters give him a gift he never asked for: a voucher for a psychic reading.

Tom reacts exactly as one might expect from a practical architect who believes in steel beams and structural logic rather than spirits and intuition. He is sceptical, reluctant, and fairly certain the whole experience will be an elaborate performance designed to separate vulnerable people from their money.

Still, for the sake of his daughters-and perhaps a faint curiosity he refuses to admit-Tom keeps the appointment.

What he finds is not mysticism, theatrics, or manipulation.

What he finds is Claire.

Grounded, perceptive, and quietly disarming, Claire is nothing like the dramatic fortune-teller Tom imagined. She does not claim to speak to the dead, predict lottery numbers, or offer the kind of grand revelations that belong in television shows and late-night infomercials.

Instead, she listens.

She observes.

And she asks questions no one else has thought to ask.

Claire doesn’t promise miracles or closure. She doesn’t pretend to fix the things life has broken. What she offers Tom is something far more unsettling-and far more powerful.

Permission.

Permission to remember without drowning in the past.

Permission to speak aloud the things grief has taught him.

Permission to imagine a life that still has shape beyond loss.

What begins as a single appointment slowly becomes something else entirely. Sessions turn into conversations. Conversations stretch beyond the office walls into shared coffees, unexpected laughter, and quiet moments where neither of them quite knows what they are building together.

For Tom, every meeting with Claire opens a door he thought he had permanently closed.

For Claire, the reserved architect who sits across from her becomes more than just another client navigating loss. Beneath Tom’s careful words and measured silences she sees a man who once designed beautiful things-and who may still have more to create.

But the heart has its own complicated architecture.

As their connection deepens, Tom finds himself confronting a question he has avoided for years:

Is it possible to honour the love you lost without remaining trapped inside it?

And more dangerously still-

Is it possible to love again without betraying the life you once shared?

Set in contemporary Australia and told with warmth, wit, and emotional honesty, Between Sessions is a story about grief that does not shout, healing that arrives quietly, and the fragile courage it takes to begin again.

It is a novel about the spaces between endings and beginnings-those uncertain moments where life quietly asks us to choose what comes next.

Because some futures aren’t predicted.

They’re chosen.

“J. F. Nodar’s books are a masterclass in storytelling. Each page is a new adventure that I can’t put down.”

“Great collection of items and short stories, hours of good reading.”