What’s Hard About Writing For Me

When I was young, I dreamed of being a published writer, my novels on shelves of stores, interviewed by important people like Oprah. Such fantasies were easy to conjure because I knew what my writing end-goal looked like: a hardcover novel you could hold between your hands, with pages that smelled of ink and time and anticipation.…

Writing Magic

As a kid, I was pretty content with the way the world was until one day I learned that sometimes the truth is in disguise, misused, and nothing would be the way I wanted it again.  That was probably around the time I lost my innocence, my faith, my belief that goodness would always prevail.…