When The Universe Takes Over
I don’t write on command. I write to stay ready. Because when inspiration shows up, it doesn’t ask what you planned to work on that day, it takes the wheel. Yesterday, it dragged me out of one project and dropped a whole new book in my lap. All I could do was let the words fall out.
That Too Is Legacy
A late-night ride, a wave of doubt, and a message from an old Navy friend—reminding me the seeds of legacy were planted long before I knew I’d need them.
Servant To Self
The life of a writer is lonely—by choice. Solitude isn’t about shutting people out, it’s about diving deep into worlds and characters that demand every ounce of focus. This is why I disappear, and why I had to choose me.
Me and My Watch
Schedules are my kryptonite. Creativity is my fire. The problem? Writing for a living requires both—and nothing makes me want to curse humanity more than penciling “Thursday at 5” into my calendar.
Bees Knees, My Ass
Writing lights me up, but building a writing career? That’s a whole different kind of work. Between submissions, day jobs, and the deep pull to create, I’m chasing the dream one keystroke at a time—while cursing bees for their simplicity.