<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Accidental Author]]></title><description><![CDATA[Unveiling the raw truth of addiction, crime, and redemption through powerful storytelling - one page at a time.]]></description><link>https://sartorellidanielle.wixsite.com/accidental-author-1/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 13 May 2026 15:21:43 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://sartorellidanielle.wixsite.com/accidental-author-1/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Letter to the Editor]]></title><description><![CDATA[Dear Editor, There is a quiet kind of drowning that doesn’t happen in water. It happens in living rooms, in late-night phone calls, in the space between hope and disappointment. It happens when someone you love is pulled under by addiction, and you stand on the edge, unsure whether to dive in or hold your ground. We are often told what addiction looks like from the outside. We hear about recovery plans, interventions, consequences. What we don’t hear enough about are the people standing just...]]></description><link>https://sartorellidanielle.wixsite.com/accidental-author-1/post/letter-to-the-editor</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c0da010160b7de31533691</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2026 06:13:22 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Danielle Sartorelli</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Family Secret (That Apparently Everyone Knows)]]></title><description><![CDATA[According to the crazy Aunt, every family has “one of those  relatives”—always said with a dramatic whisper, as though the walls might testify in court. In my family, that relative is my brother. Or, as I like to call him, “my sibling currently on an extended government-funded retreat.” You’d think having a brother in jail would be straightforward—sad, complicated, maybe stressful—but no one tells you about the judgment.  The way people’s eyebrows do a little jump, like they’re trying to...]]></description><link>https://sartorellidanielle.wixsite.com/accidental-author-1/post/the-family-secret-that-apparently-everyone-knows</link><guid isPermaLink="false">695bbeb7ef35928416af682a</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2026 13:43:15 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Danielle Sartorelli</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Welcome to the Inside — A Lasting Legacy]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I was young, I thought horror lived only on screens.Prison riots, shanks, men turned into monsters — all scripted illusions framed by cameras. I slept easy, believing real life was softer. I know better now. Prison is real, and it remakes  you.A place like this leaves a mark deeper than initials carved into a tree or handprints pressed into wet cement. It writes itself into you, layer by layer, until your skin carries the story whether you want it or not. In the beginning, I tried to...]]></description><link>https://sartorellidanielle.wixsite.com/accidental-author-1/post/welcome-to-the-inside-a-lasting-legacy</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6940f8d324d4646829cba66b</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2025 06:14:49 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Danielle Sartorelli</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Short story featured in the Adelaide Literary Magazine Awards - The Bumper Sticker -   Finalist. ]]></title><description><![CDATA[The afternoon sun hung low as she drove home from work, its fading light stretching long shadows across the road. Caught at the lights, with the familiar lull of idling engines humming around her, her eyes fell upon the car in front. It was a little weathered, paint chipped at the corners, the kind of blue that had once been bright but had lessened under years of sunlight. Its rear window was smudged with the dust of countless commutes and there, crookedly fixed to the bumper, was a sticker....]]></description><link>https://sartorellidanielle.wixsite.com/accidental-author-1/post/short-story-featured-in-the-adelaide-literary-magazine-awards-the-bumper-sticker-finalist</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6940f75333c5123904ebb25e</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2025 06:09:32 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Danielle Sartorelli</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Interview with an author]]></title><description><![CDATA[Q-1 “Life in Instalments” captures such raw emotion and vulnerability. What was the most difficult memory or moment for you to write, and how did you find the strength to revisit it? There’s a moment in the book where Donna has to watch James use a needle. For me personally, that was one of the hardest scenes to write — not just emotionally, but physically. I’ve always had a very real fear of needles, and being there in that moment, watching someone I loved so deeply search for a vein, was...]]></description><link>https://sartorellidanielle.wixsite.com/accidental-author-1/post/interview-with-an-author</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68f24afb67805a6f93ebc9d5</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2025 13:57:23 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Danielle Sartorelli</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Behind the Design: The Story Told Through the Cover]]></title><description><![CDATA[A book cover is more than just an image; it is the soul of the story, the first glimpse into the world within its pages. Designing this cover was a deeply personal and emotional journey, one that sought to capture the raw essence of the story—love, loss, and the unwavering bond of family. At its heart, this story is about a brother lost to the currents of addiction and crime, and a sister who refused to let go. She was one of the few who never cast him adrift, the lifeline tethering him to...]]></description><link>https://sartorellidanielle.wixsite.com/accidental-author-1/post/behind-the-design-the-story-told-through-the-cover</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68f0bedd10f14ab8bd90f555</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2025 09:46:06 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Danielle Sartorelli</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>