The enigmatic F. Scott Fitzgerald said that a writer is a world, trying to be one person. Through this gift of language, through the vehicle of art, a writer can be anyone–or become multiple people. You can be the idealized version of yourself, or your own doppelgänger. But you would have the power to be that.

Writing allows your imagination to bloom, swarm, swirl in order to become anything that you desire it to be! There are no rules! There is no one that will say to you what you cannot be–unless that person is you. When I say, “You as you want to be,” I mean that.

What do you want to be?

And if you cannot be it right now, how can you become it?


Let’s just be honest, writers are complicated people!

Some writers love the HEA’s (Happily Ever Afters) to follow chaos, madness and destruction fueled by our own imaginations! We love constructing the villains only to make them fall, and raise or forge the heroes. And what is a hero other than the best of ourselves? A person constructed from our best experiences, happiest moments and all joy?

Your own good experiences!

These are your victories, your happy memories, celebration of your own living, surviving and living life on your terms!

It is the joys of my life which allow me to believe HEA’s exist and are applicable to me! Since they are applicable to me, I can give that to other people. The good things in my life are my balance and bravado! These experiences also keep me humble.

As cliché as it might be, I think of my life as a garden. There are harder parts which had to be broken up to make room for the new things to not be choked out!

I also am grateful for the rain that watered what I thought would be hopeless. It’s balance! I am able to be happy looking over this garden of experiences and see now how everything works together, and how I am able to bring all those things to any work.

I can create complex villains and heroes who outwit them.

I can create impossible looking situations, because I have survived them or escaped them.

Realize that the good parts are excellent because they give your focus, they give strength and perspective. They fill your joy tank!

Writing provides balance, in order to give the bravado to your readers! Give them a hero to model after or villainy to avoid. Our job as a writers is to remind the world that it is bigger–and smaller–than we could ever think.

Happy Writing!


Sometimes the hardest thing in the world is admitting that you survived something.

In this world of instant everything, whitewashing reality, the pursuit if likes and shares, no one wants to admit their lives have always been glass smooth. Healing is jagged sometimes! It’s not in a straight line, and it’s not often visible!

I am often quoted to have said that writing is often cheap therapy. It is a close examination of your own life and struggles through either the lens of journaling, or tool of fiction in some cases. In accepting the bad things in your life which have formed whom you are, you must do two things:

1.) Accept these things happened to you. Some things have been of your own making–these you must own. There are also things which were inflicted upon you, your soul, your mind and your person that you had no control over. To go forward, the trick is to accept them, but not be defined by them.

2.) Check your perspective. As a writer, I cannot recommend therapy enough. Helping to work through the bad things, the heartbreak, the trauma, the sadness–that is work! Sometimes you need help with it. There is nothing wrong with that!

There is nothing wrong with seeing yourself as a complicated being, in order to create complicated beings. Use your pen to create the lives you want, and also to heal the life you have.

My Love Letter To Writing

My Dearest Love (the Greatest Love I Have Known),

I thank you for this gift. For this ever, daily mastery of these 170,000+ words in the English language. I love the fact that my imagination meets timing and we come together again. Pushing this passion through my fingers in a fury that is unmatched.

I love the fact we keep coming together, in the early hours, late nights, in the car, secret messages on my phone–our relationship? Ooh, our relationship?! It has been hotter these past few years since I have decided to nurture this relationship. I thank you for your grace with this, dearest. I thank you for steadfastness. For reminding me that I have more in me than I ever thought! Thank you for your caresses, your calls, and your presence in my life.

You make me strong.

You make me fearless.

You keep me humble.

I think that is essential to any loving relationship: we can neither get complacent, nor take each other for granted!

The time when we weren’t in harmony, when we were juxtaposed adversaries, when your love was taken from me, and my attention was divided–we were enemies! But I cried for you, I missed you! I needed you back, and I had to push past all doubt that people through upon me to stop seeking you. To doubt our relationship, that our love was–not true.

But you always can back to me, and I always returned to you, and I vowed to never leave you again. And this, in this, with this, in front of the entire world, I rededicate my love to you. I rededicate my affection and attention to you. I will not leave you again, my love. My greatest love…

The love that allows me to show how deep love can be.

I thank you, and I look forward to forever together–our forever together.

I am grateful for you. I always have been.