What inspires my writing
Welcome, friend. This isn’t just a blog—it’s a hearth. A place to sit with stories before they’re ready. A place to witness the work behind the fiction, and the quiet rituals that shape it.
Here, I share the process. Not just the polished drafts, but the rewrites, the emotional edits, the moments I almost gave up. This is where the rhythm lives.
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It was meant to be
I didn’t set out to build a studio. I set out to survive my own stories. Now, I create to understand them—and to offer something back.
Most days, my work doesn’t look like a dramatic burst of inspiration.
I write for people who’ve been through something.
You don’t see the drafts I hold back because they don’t feel emotionally honest yet.
Before there was a plot,
There are days when language feels like a closed door. When grief, tenderness, or quiet joy ask not for explanation—but for presence.
As I get closer to sharing The Shattered Lives We Lead with you all, I wanted to let you in on a little secret: Elara and Ada? They’re stitched together from the hearts of my daughters.
Some stories arrive like thunder. Others drift in like fog, soft and slow, asking us to wait.