Who Is Miriam Hill and Why Am I Like This?

I'm Miriam Hill, and I write emotional romance because therapy is expensive and fictional characters don't judge my coffee consumption.

Hi. Hello. Is this thing on? taps microphone nervously while balancing coffee that's definitely going to spill on my keyboard

Look, starting a blog feels like that moment when you're at a party and someone asks what you do, and suddenly you're explaining your entire life philosophy to a stranger holding a cheese plate. Except now I'm doing it to the entire internet. Cool. Totally normal. Not at all terrifying.

So, who am I? I'm that woman in Brisbane you see at the dog park, frantically typing on her phone while three dogs tangle their leashes around her ankles and her mental outline for Chapter 12 dissolves into the ether. I'm the one who makes her husband watch Star Trek for "research purposes" while secretly crying over the emotional development of minor characters. I'm the one who tells my three children that Mummy needs "writing time" and then spends forty minutes staring at a blank document while eating biscuits.

I write romance novels, both the kind where people kiss on Earth and the kind where people kiss in space. The common denominator is kissing. And yearning. So much yearning.

My writing splits into two distinct personalities:

The first is my commercial romance novellas, the He Falls First series, which are essentially my love letters to tropes. One bed? Yes please. Grumpy sunshine? Inject it into my veins. Forced proximity during a tropical storm? fans self dramatically These books are where I let myself have fun, indulge in the comfort food of romance, and write the kind of stories I reach for when the world feels too sharp.

And then there's my heart project: The Broken Arrow Universe. These are my sci-fi slow burns where damaged people try to find each other across war-torn galaxies. Where former soldiers learn to sleep without nightmares. Where found families build themselves piece by piece in the vastness of space. They're messy and emotional, and they take longer to write because I keep having to step away from my laptop to stare dramatically out windows.

What unites all my work is an obsession with characters who feel real enough to step off the page and into your kitchen to raid the fridge. I'm fascinated by how people connect after they've convinced themselves they can't. I live for the moment when a character finally—FINALLY—lets themselves be vulnerable after fighting it for 65,000 words. If my readers aren't screaming into pillows by the 80% mark, I've failed at my job.

I'm a sucker for soft boys with hard exteriors and grumpy girls who secretly keep lists of their love interest's favourite things. I will put characters through emotional hell and then reward them with tea and blankets and someone who sees all their broken pieces and loves them anyway.

This blog is going to be a chaotic mix of:

• Behind-the-scenes peeks at whatever book is currently destroying my sleep schedule
• Craft posts about how to write a slow burn that doesn't make readers want to throw their device against a wall (until the exact moment you want them to)
• Occasional rants about why we need more competent female starship captains falling in love with their emotionally repressed security officers
• Bonus scenes that wouldn't fit in the books but refused to leave my brain

Fair warning: I write with at least one dog on my foot and more cups of coffee than is medically advisable, so expect tangents. My brain works like a browser with 47 tabs open, and I'm not apologising for it.

If you're here because you read something I wrote and it made you feel things, or if you're just deeply invested in whether fictional people can emotionally recover from trauma while falling in love in zero gravity—welcome. This is exactly where you belong. Pull up a chair. Bring snacks. We're going to have feelings together.