I eat and breathe and sleep and live this writing life. It consumes my heart and mind, hardly giving me rest. I’m filled with thoughts of stories and ideas, titles and characters and worlds and languages. I feel like I don’t have enough time to fill pages with these stories. Not enough empty moments to…
I feel the distance growing between us. See the smirk in your eyes as you hear my hopes are dashed. I feel the blazing loss of love arising in the place where love once stood. Now broken down to barely tolerable. You are the night to my life now. The glowing moon against my sun.…
With this pen and these words, I’ll write until my fingers bleed and my mind is empty. I’ll fill page after page after page with the lyrics of my heart. The beating rhythm that thrums to the sounds of inspiration. I’ll never stop creating stories or telling lost tales that beg to be told. With…
Not a day goes by that I’m not dreaming, pondering, wishing, planning. Each and every moment is a chance to open the door to my destiny, to get a little closer to the skies. I eat, sleep and breathe my dreams. Even more so now that I have my book finished and I’m ready to…
It’s here. The time is now. I have no other obstacles in my path. I can’t make anymore excuses, I can’t waste anymore time holding onto this. You might be wondering what the heck I’m talking about. Well, here goes… My YA Fantasy novel that I’ve been working on over the last several years is…
Do they see the black pockets beneath her eyes,shockingly dark and puffed up with bruised sorrow?The numbness like a Novocain-hazed cloudshutting out the light in her once sparkling existence? Do they notice the jutting bones beneath her flesh,disturbingly bent and gnarled by starvation’s kiss?The sunken cheeks like a malnourished bird of preysearching for its next…
Gaping eyes, wide with disbelief. Hands splayed out in supplication.Prayers to the heavens couldn’t save me now, too late. I was lost among the shattered depths of pain, so deep in the mire.No grace would save me, no hero to climb the tower and rescue the damsel. I had made my bed and would sleep…
Who am I but the greatest of dreamers with a heart made of wishes. I fill up my bucket of desires every morning with a kiss to the stars, a prayer to the heavens. I stare into the moonlit night as darkness falls, and I ponder on what wish will be fulfilled when dawn breaks.…
The world is blanketed by a cloud of magic. It’s warmed beneath a quilt of such diverse colors and fantastical delights that we tend to miss it, assuming it’s only the stuff of fairy stories. We reject the magic because we are too afraid to embrace what we believe will disappear the moment we touch…
It’s getting closer. Can you feel it? The rush of success pulsing through your veins. The idea that something more, something so far from your reach but yet so close is on the horizon. I’m ALMOST done with my adult fantasy fiction novel that I’ve been working on for ten years and this is exactly…
If you’re not reading, you’re not growing as a writer. I’ve spent the last couple months of the new year immersed in reading and have already finished 19 books. I can honestly say I feel like each book taught me something about writing technique, what works, what doesn’t, new vocabulary, etc. If you want a…
I don’t think I ever shared with you guys one of the loveliest experiences of my life. A couple years ago I got the bright idea to write to my favorite author Dean Koontz. I figured he wouldn’t even read it, but I couldn’t live the rest of my life without at least trying to…
As I sit here in the quiet, reminiscing on memories of the past, I’m overtaken by this thunderous jolt in my heart. You know the jolt. The kind that zaps you with the force of its honesty just to remind you it’s there and it’s not going to go away until you pursue the path…
I write – not because I necessarily want to – but because I HAVE to. There’s this overwhelming need drawing me to tell stories and share them with the world. When I’m not writing, I’m thinking about writing and all the work I still have yet to accomplish. I’m determined to make my dreams see…
Words will only ever be words until you bravely take pen to paper and shed the weight of their existence upon your heart. Then, and only then, can the words transform into stories that change the world. Then, and only then, can the words come alive and take up substance and space, filling voids in…
