#PLN4Life

After Tarryn published The Opportunist, in 2012, readers began demanding a sequel to Olivia Kaspen’s story. Harassed daily, Tarryn accused her readers of being both passionate and complete nut-cases. And so, fans of her books began calling themselves, The Passionate Little Nutcases (PLNs). Four years later and the PLNs have a bit of a rough reputation, though they are mostly self proclaimed villains. They hide out in a Facebook group called, Tarryn Fisher’s Passionate Little Nutcases, where they bicker, occasionally talk about books, do fabulous monthly gift exchanges, and help each other out when in need. You’re welcome to join, but we do bite.

What PLNs are sharing on Instagram…

Ya girl got the flu. I’m on day three rememberin

Ya girl got the flu. I’m on day three remembering my wine flight and better days. But since I’m bored in bed I’d like to give away some signed copies of The Wives. Like and comment below with a fun fact about yourself and I’ll choose some winners.

Photo 1 is my writer’s creed: ✔️Ignite the

Photo 1 is my writer’s creed:
✔️Ignite the page
✔️Play with fire
✔️Paint with ashes
Photo 2 I took for my fashion blog years ago and it’s my favorite even tho my eyebrows were starving to death.
Photo 3 is my backyard (sound on)
Photo 4 is a celebration of my first writing partner @tracifinlay on her publishing deal. We spent our twenties querying agents and getting rejected. So happy for you, Face.
Photo 5 is my half bath
💓pink Sunday memories 💓

It’s a cute winter over here, folks. Have I ment

It’s a cute winter over here, folks. Have I mentioned that I love having a toddler and teens at the same time? Avett brings excitement and pure enthusiasm to everything we do as a family, but I also love having older kids who are great conversationalists and funny as hell. I find it easier to be a toddler mom at this age than my twenties when I was still high strung and scrubbing my sink ten times a day. Actually,
I find everything easier at this almost-forty-age. I’d highly recommend the thirties to all women especially the ones who are twenty-nine.

Back to the lab again, yo…

Back to the lab again, yo…

We spun around the sun together again! For everyon

We spun around the sun together again! For everyone here thank you for participating in my Small Needs this year. Thank you for the wonderful, supportive book release you gave me with The Wrong Family. Thank you for the DMs of encouragement you send every day. My life is so beautiful because of you.
My reader group wore black sequins together this year and I got a little goth 🌚.
No matter who you resolve to be in 2022 I’m rooting for you. There is only one woman like you, only one. Stand your ground and be her boldly. Your life story is needed and precious. Happy New year to my dazzling followers and book friends. Love you 💋
p.s. don’t forget to set up 2022 boundaries to protect yourself from assholes

Our real life love trope: friends to lovers. My fa

Our real life love trope: friends to lovers. My favorite trope: love triangles 😏🦚🦙
What’s yours?

Enemies to Lovers

Second Chance Romance

Pretend Relationship

Forced Proximity

Destined to Be Together

Forbidden Love

Love Triangle

Suddenly a Parent

Belated Love Epiphany

Workplace Romance

A wonderfully wintery December night with two of m

A wonderfully wintery December night with two of my men. I love Christmas so much I could scream. The night ended with the arrival of @colleenhoover’s Christmas present on my porch. Honestly guys, she sent me a potato for Christmas one year so I wasn’t hopeful. But oh holy night did I get a surprise. That last pic was my real expression for five whole minutes. Happy birthday to my soulie but mostly merry Christmas to meeeeeeee 🎄🎄🎄

Miami ❤️’s Michigan

Miami ❤️’s Michigan

The best weekends are when my mom comes over 🥰🥺👑. Scroll for the Avett ambush

Everyone’s like ‘where you been, Tarryn?’ 🎄🎄🎄

I have the cutest mass market copies of The Wives

I have the cutest mass market copies of The Wives to give away. Tag your best friend and tell me your favorite wine and I’ll choose some winners. Serena and I did a champagne tasting at @chateaustemichelle and it was 👌🏽

I finished another book! Champagne in the hot tub

I finished another book! Champagne in the hot tub with my favorite people. Guys, I am so tired. I can’t even wait to talk about this book because it bullied me. I just need like five minutes to rest…#anhonestlie

**COVER REVEAL** (sound on) An Honest Lie Preorde

**COVER REVEAL** (sound on)
An Honest Lie
Preorder links in bio

Blurb:

“I’m going to kill her. You’d better come if you want to save her.”

Lorraine—“Rainy”—lives at the top of Tiger Mountain. Remote, moody, cloistered in pine trees and fog, it’s a sanctuary, a new life. She can hide from the disturbing past she wants to forget.

If she’s allowed to.

When Rainy reluctantly agrees to a girls’ weekend in Vegas, she’s prepared for an exhausting parade of shots and slot machines. But after a wild night, her friend Braithe doesn’t come back to the hotel room.

And then Rainy gets the text message, sent from Braithe’s phone: someone has her. But Rainy is who they really want, and Rainy knows why.

What follows is a twisted, shocking journey on the knife-edge of life and death. If she wants to save Braithe—and herself—the only way is to step back into the past.

A really tired mom who writes books. Planning dinn

A really tired mom who writes books. Planning dinner and death simultaneously. It’s hard but it’s mine. Cover coming next week ✌🏼 #anhonestlie #amorfati #momlife #writersofinstagram

I remember being in the hospital after he was born

I remember being in the hospital after he was born, looking down at his little face and saying out loud “I have a son.” I legit thought I was having three girls, so when the doctor told me I was growing a boy I was confused. I was even more confused when I was pushing him out and my best friend yelled “he has red hair!” from her vantage point. WHAT?! Turns out that Ryder Atticus is the most perfect man on the planet. He’s been my joy for eleven years. He’s just so good and pure and wise. Happy birthday to MY SON. I’m so proud of you.

Sitting next to the haunted staircase at the Oxfor

Sitting next to the haunted staircase at the Oxford Saloon and Avett keeps looking over and insisting that he wants to go downstairs to see the ghost. Ummm WOT. Happy Halloween I guess…😐😳 (see anything familiar F*ck Love fans??)

I get a lot of questions about how I raise my boys

I get a lot of questions about how I raise my boys since I talk so much trash about men 🤣. I raise my boys to be part of the solution. I’m honored to be their mother. Happy national sons day to my wild, loud, sticky Avett, and my serious, spiritual, sweet Ryder. Mama obsessed with you 💚💙

I didn’t know it was National Daughter Day! Here

I didn’t know it was National Daughter Day! Here is my favorite daughter tolerating me per usual…

You guys, Louisville is lit. What a cool city. Cel

You guys, Louisville is lit. What a cool city. Celebrating a friend’s birthday with bourbon tastings 🤢 and horse racing, and the basketball. I had insurmountable fun being with my people. Now I’m headed back to the PNW to finish An Honest Lie and I’m excited about it because my job and joy are one and the same.

This guy is always flirting with me

This guy is always flirting with me

When I was fourteen and two years into my American

When I was fourteen and two years into my American adventure (still had an accent at that point) I walked alone to a fast food restaurant. It was my first time doing something independently of my parents in a foreign country. Three men flanked the door as I approached it: spiky blue hair, dog collars, facial piercings, tattoos—little me had never seen anything like this. Youth group warned us about these men though—satanic panic was barely over. I was terrified. But I’m still Tarryn, right, so I keep going because even then I was a glutton for Pollo Tropical. The six footer with the smurf spikes doesn’t try to kidnap me, he holds the door open very politely and smiles. “Hi,” I say weakly. “Enjoy your meal,” he says back. That was a moment for me. My perspective changed. I’d spent the walk over being afraid of them instead of looking at their awesome outfits.

Eccentric displays of fashion and hair and makeup are echoes of a person’s insides: they are creating visual art. Not only that but they are showing you their culture, their defiance, their hope. If that isn’t the most beautiful damn thing.

When I had children I didn’t want them to see difference the way I initially had. If I saw someone eccentric I’d say “oh my gosh! Look how beautiful!” I’d point out someone wearing a dog collar and a tutu as art. “I love it!” I’d declare about almost anything weird or strange or visually appalling. And I did. Because of those dog collar wearing dudes with the chains on their jeans. I love it all. And my kids love it. And why shouldn’t we adore the visual artists of this world? So next time you see someone doing the exact opposite of everything you’d do—take a moment to admire them. They are stunning.

I have played in the sun and now I’m ready for i

I have played in the sun and now I’m ready for it to be over. Eagerly waiting for the dark wet to descend on the PNW so I can get some real writing done. Votes for cozy life ✔️. #pnwlife #daughterofwinter #vampirelifestyle

Long week. Sinking into my Saturday 🥱💀

Long week. Sinking into my Saturday 🥱💀

Happy birthday, my perfect girl. You’re such fir

Happy birthday, my perfect girl. You’re such fire I can’t wait to see where your story goes.

Last day of twelve for my girl 😭😭

Last day of twelve for my girl 😭😭

Non filtered, non curated photos today. I’ve bee

Non filtered, non curated photos today. I’ve been on insta for nine years. I like to have a magazine aesthetic over here; it greatly pleases me. Instagram brings me joy because I’m able to express myself in photos. If you scroll all the way back I was expressing misery for the first five years. I was miserable! and it helped. I’ve gradually grown into a much kinder, accepting, joyful human and I documented it all on this little app. So, I know we like to kick social media, but it’s really what you make of it. To me it’s been another form of art and expression. And it’s connected me to all of you.

Wake up, walk the garden, drink coffee, write…

Wake up, walk the garden, drink coffee, write…

Grab your copy from @target! The Perfect Ruin is

Grab your copy from @target! The Perfect Ruin is here. Comment for a chance to win a signed copy! Annnnd GO!

My father died of Leukemia in 2016. I wanted to fi

My father died of Leukemia in 2016. I wanted to find an artist who could capture both his passion and his chaos and freeze them into something beautiful. I went to my favorite artist and human @tiffaniedebartolo and asked her to recommend someone. She sent me to Alex. When I first scrolled through Alex’s Instagram my heart sped up. She was exactly who I was looking for. Her art was violently beautiful. I have a rule: if I stare at a piece of art and it makes my chest ache—I have to have it. So here it is, by the remarkable artist @alex.schoen.art. My father was the most interesting man I’ve ever known. A contradiction. A racehorse trainer. A called-on expert on the book of Revelation. The boldest, manliest, feminist. A dude. A gambler. A pastor. Bipolar. Unmedicated. Incredible athlete. Handsome to a fault. Charming. Unpredictable. He had the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen. He used them to beat a child molester to unconsciousness once. A flawed, beautiful, man who barely spoke to me, and yet proved to be the most powerful influence in my life. I am like this because he was like that. Thank you, Alex, for capturing Fisher chaos.

Guys, I genuinely enjoy pretending to be a model o

Guys, I genuinely enjoy pretending to be a model on Instagram. As a little girl I loved horror movies, Jesus, books, trees, rain, and fashion. Nothing has changed and I never stopped embracing my personality. I’m a very confident woman and I attribute that confidence to self awareness. No one can tell me anything I don’t know about myself—good or bad. You can’t give me a big head and you can’t deflate it either. And I’m writing all this today to just remind you to remember who you were. Before the seeds of doubt were planted in your head. Honor that little girl more often, and mute and live more often. It’s never too late to arrive for yourself. Also these are my real lashes and I use Lash Boost by @rodanandfields

Friday night ✌🏼

Friday night ✌🏼

Photo dump #waikikibeach #week

Photo dump #waikikibeach #week

I found an author in Waikiki!

I found an author in Waikiki!

🎶I got a new life You would hardly recognize m

🎶I got a new life
You would hardly recognize me
I’m so glad 🎶

🎶No ones gonna drag you up to get into the life where you belong🎶

Ace of Base or you’re not even cool…#fightme

Six years with this human avocado and we have so m

Six years with this human avocado and we have so much fun 🥑♥️🥑♥️

I let her feel my ankles if I’m in a good mood 🌊

I haven’t done a Small Needs in a while and I kn

I haven’t done a Small Needs in a while and I know as women we always have needs we shove to the side. If you have a small need, something you can’t afford, it could be anything from a book, to a meal, to a pair of shoes—post it in the comments below. We’d like to help you. ❣️ If you would like to help meet someone’s small need comment below their post with : I will meet this need. It’s then your responsibility to DM them and get the item to them. See a need, meet a need. It’s as easy as that. Let’s get started. (please disclose your country if it’s not the US so someone from your country can find your comment).

Tarryn and her kids of many hair colors…

Tarryn and her kids of many hair colors…

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