Not focusing on platform means my Facebook likes and Twitter follows aren’t going to skyrocket. It means my first few book releases are probably going to be slow burns. I have to be okay with that, and it really isn’t an awful expectation to have.
Just a Touch of Fall
We aren’t the only ones left confused by this chaotic weather. The newly planted trees in my yard are having a hard time adjusting. First losing their leaves and now attempting to grow new ones. They must think it’s already spring…
First Chapter Complete: Final Hope
This post is all about telling the darkness that it can go shove it. My draft folder might be filled with discarded words, but it was all worth it. Final Hope is finally starting to take shape.
Two Separate Paths
It was early 1995 and I was fourteen years old. I can almost remember the way the crisp spring air smelled. The snow on the mountains was beginning to creep back toward the white-capped peaks, revealing new patches of green on the mountainside. Life was fresh and new and filled with possibilities.
Learning to Swim
Internalizing this today, I think about those moments spent treading water and I can’t help but compare them to my writing journey. I feel like I’m treading water, struggling just to stay above the surface. Yet, unlike those days in my youth, I have a lot more baggage now. Staying afloat also means fighting my demons.