Blogtober #12: Bookworming It.

(This blog post contains Amazon Affiliate links. As an Amazon Associate, I may earn a small commission for purchases made through these links.) Welcome to Monday. Since this time of year--for me, anyway--breeds even more reading than usual, I wanted to share my top four favorite books of all time with y'all. (Fun fact: I …

[Not] Writing.

I haven't written anything creatively in a long while. Fiction is my thing, my jam. You know that. But it's been excessively hard for me to hunker and write. I have some suspicions as to why. Let's talk them over. No inspo. Like most artists, inspiration is so huge for me. I need that flow, …

In Plain Sight

“Gin and tonic, please,” he said to the waiter. “My, how tame we’ve become in our old age.” He smiled and turned around. She stood before him, grinning and still looking very much like the 21 year-old girl that had crossed the threshold of the gray building on Fairfax Street so many years ago. But …

it chose me.

It was inevitable that fiction would choose me, that my world would become consumed by it. From the fairy tales my mother brought before me, to the fascinating living stories around me, to the nursery rhymes that incited such vivid images in my mind, to the billowing curtain in my childhood bedroom that, to me, …

speechless.

Writing fiction has been a no-go, party people. And I miss writing fiction. Yes, I've written some poems quite recently (here and here, if you feel like reminiscing), but I am 100 percent a writer, lover, and creator of fiction. I don't exactly know what's going on. Let's think it through: Is it because I …

the writer.

Simply put: the works that I produce need to thrive and be shared. We write for ourselves first, yes, but an audience is intrinsic. My family and friends have long supported my writing. And that was enough for me for a long time. It's a big world. If 10 people I know and love like …