Time flies when you're scrambling, and that is precisely how I've spent the first few months of 2026. Not everything went according to plan—such is life—and not every shot hit the mark quite like I imagined. That's alright, though, because what is life if not a messy conglomeration of attempts? Regardless of my success rate, I do feel obligated to sort of update you all on what I've been doing, because I have been working late behind the scenes. On the Writing Front Those of

Glen Coe, Ballachulish It’s been a long time, dear readers. My previous goal of maintaining a weekly upload schedule quickly fell off the face of the earth as summer rolled in, hot and humid in Dallas’s typical fashion. It appears that my seasonal depression hits during summer, not winter, and nothing ushers me indoors or slams my brain to a screeching halt faster than the overbearing heat and endless scorching sun. These autumn months have been a blessing—though I still wish

This week’s post is a bit belated, and it’ll be shorter as there’s not much news to report. Things have been quiet around here—something I like to refer to as an in-between period—and as I prep myself to jump into draft two of The Hunter, the Hunted, I find myself in a somewhat isolated, reflective headspace. I’m not journaling as much as I should, which causes somewhat of a “brain clog” that prevents me from getting any substantial amount of work done. I have, however, spent

It’s comforting to be back in a rhythm of writing. Not only am I crafting a story I feel really excited for, I’m also noticing a few differences between now and the first time I wrote a book. When I was writing Unraveled, I was obsessed over making sure every detail was perfect. It took me somewhere around eight or nine drafts—and about five and a half years—to get it out into the world. While I could attribute that to perfectionism (who among writers is not a perfectionist?)

Considering it’s been over a month since the last time I wrote a blog post, I’m feeling a little out of practice here, but I’m back now (and hopefully with more consistent uploads)! Since there’s so much I want to cover and catch you all up on, this post is going to be a bit more structured than my previous ones. Bear with me. What have we missed? Last month, April, was indeed a busy time. I set a personal writing challenge of writing 500 words per day to help me finish the f

It seems a universal experience for writers to be hesitant about talking about their works in progress. Whether for fear of judgment, accidentally spoiling the plot, or another reason entirely, we tend to be a private, reserved bunch. However, when given the chance to delve into grittier details of the "writer life," I've found that most writers are actually more than eager to chat about the behind-the-scenes process of creating a novel or short story. I recently had such a p

Winter prompted a withdrawal from the world, where my sole focus was resisting the temptation to doom-scroll or sleepwalk my way through each day. Despite my efforts to be intentional about my time, the entire season passed in the blink of an eye, and yet it feels like a lifetime ago when I took the day of the solstice to reflect on how far I’d come, where I wanted to go next, and how I’d get there. Since the publication of Unraveled, I’ve been on a slow decline from riding t

I've been here before—a long time ago, when performance was all I lived for. I remember the way I'd hold my breath before the stage lights fell over me. I remember those precious few moments in darkness before I'd flash into view before an expectant audience. I used to hate that feeling—of being on display, of having to perform, of my every move being evaluated by people who couldn't fathom half the work I put into putting on a show. But this time is different. This time, the

It’s been a minute since I wrote anything for this blog. The winter months prompt a quiet sort of introspection and reflection on the year and everything that happened. Some years trickle by with little fanfare; others, like this one, are peppered with opportunities for growth, learning, and new experiences. I consider myself a pretty sentimental person, but rather than detailing every flashing memory from the past twelve months, I figured I’d list twenty-five lessons I learn

Before the title concerns anyone too much, no, I do not condone senseless violence or unhinged acts of “evil.” Violence causes destruction; destruction yields consequences. But the same could be said of acts of heroism, which is why I question whether the line between good and evil is as definitive as many stories want us to believe. It’s why I feel so strongly that when people say they want more morally grey characters, what they really mean is that they want more human, mor

I wrote last week about finding joy. This week, I’m writing about celebrating joy. It’s valid. It’s warranted. And perhaps most importantly, it gives others reason to hold on to hope. Yesterday, November 19th, I became a published author. My short story, The Seafarer & the Keeper, is now out in the world for all to see, to read, to judge, to love. It’s honestly not quite sunk in yet. Part of it might be due to the whirlwind events happening all around us, but I think a larger

It’s been difficult to find the right words. Usually, for a blog post that holds little weight against the rest of my writing, the words come easily and without fear of judgment. Not so much this time. In the wake of the US presidential election, many of us are feeling overwhelmed, afraid, anxious. This isn’t what we wanted. If this past week has taught me anything, it’s that hope will always be fleeting when it sits upon external forces. We place our dreams up on a pedestal,

Bluntly stated, I’ve been burnt out this month. I mentioned this briefly in my last blog post, but I want to discuss this topic a bit more because I feel that it’s important to be transparent and not to mislead my audience into thinking that I’m some unstoppable powerhouse of a writer. Burnout is different for everyone, but some signs I really started noticing in myself were: Exhaustion, even after a full night’s rest; Agitation with oneself or others; Loss of excitement towa

Last week, I had the wonderful privilege of announcing that I've signed with Azala Press to help publish the first book in the Stormbringer Saga. Those of you who've been following my writing journey from the beginning know that publishing traditionally was the original goal. It was only around the summer of 2023 that I shifted my mindset and opened up to the freedoms and possibilities granted to me by self-publishing. So now, I want to talk about what changed my mind (twice)

The outsider's perspective is that writing is easy—that it must be natural for an author to churn out thousands of words a day; that deep within us lies an overflowing wellspring of inspiration and ideas; that we are content to sit hours at a day filling page after blank page. It is rarely so effortless. A blank page—like what I started with as I sat down to write this post—is one of the more daunting aspects of writing, especially as a perfectionist. I want it to be good the