I’ve wondered why some of us feel compelled to chase something bigger than an easy life. Maybe hardship sharpens that instinct. Maybe it’s the desire to turn pain into meaning. For me, it has always been about inspiration. The kind I’ve received from writers, artists, musicians, and inventors whose work carried me through storms I thought would drown me. I want to be that for someone else.

For years, I buried my voice—softening the darkness, hiding the truth, and censoring the parts of me shaped by trauma. But honesty has a gravity all its own. I write with grit now, without guilt, and for the readers who crave fiction that feels real.

I have been on a journey to wholeness for so long that I’ve forgotten what the destination even looks like. That’s what trauma does—it reshapes you into a lifelong survivor. Survival becomes second nature, almost as if you were being trained for a post-apocalyptic world. But when peace arrives, when the chaos quiets, survivors often don’t know what to do with themselves. Living With the Weight of Survival For a while, I didn’t know what to say to prospective dark romance read

So, my husband and I purchased some property two years ago with the intention of building a cabin. After realizing how much work and money that would be, we downgraded our plans to purchasing a destination trailer instead. The only issue was, how would we drive it to our property? We are on top of a mountain and it is a mile of four wheeling on a twisty-turning, steep road along the edge of a drop-off all the way to the top. The view is spectacular and well worth the difficul

Goodness gracious. I read my books, and I wonder if people will think I need my head examined. I am preparing the second book in my series for publication and have been conducting rewrites that somehow make it even more darkly realistic. That's my dark mind running rampant. Why can't I write fluff? If I had enough imagination, I would probably write horror. The truth is, I want my readers to feel the pain of my characters—their poor choices, bad relationships, and mental angu

Five years ago, I almost died. It was May of 2020. The hospitals were packed with those suffering from the Coronavirus. I had been sick nonstop for a year by this point. I had spent a fortune on vitamins and supplements: Chinese medicine, expensive colon cleansing products from the Netherlands, and weekly acupuncture visits did nothing to assuage my symptoms. I had developed gluten and dairy intolerance, so I could barely eat, my hair was falling out in chunks, and my body wa

Solitude is bliss I have taken the Myers-Briggs Personality Assessment multiple times and always get the same result: I am an ENFJ. ENFJ stands for Extraverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Judging. This acronym represents one of the 16 personality types, often described as “The Protagonist” or “The Giver.” This personality type is a charismatic and altruistic leader who is energized by time with others and focused on helping others grow. I believe this assessment to be accurate a

I have had a busy week. Working on learning how to promote my books feels like I’ve returned to college. It’s a steep learning curve and pretty overwhelming! It will take time, but I’m not giving up. I wrote 12k words in my new novel in the last few days. I’m in a vulnerable place right now, which is the sweet spot I need to be in for this new story. It is my most sensitive yet. I don’t know if I will ever get the nerve to publish it, but writing it is liberating! All in all,