But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. ―
Writing for the young at heart, not necessarily the young.
You are a part of a bigger picture. Every decision you make, every choice, affects those around you.
Why I Write
In a world of harsh realities, we need the magic of imagination. Some might call this “escapism,” but I believe fiction can inspire us to see the world in a different light. Perhaps we won’t be the unlikely hero that changes the course of history, but we will affect the lives around us. The question is: will it be for the better?
When Michelle is transported to a world of her own imagination, her only hope of saving her children is to save the fantasy world of her abandoned novel.
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Get over yourself lady. My husband is 100% disabled because he served our country. What have YOU done? If you feel like this lady, please unfollow/block me idc.
Anyway, my husband wrote an excellent mystery/psychological thriller: The Murder Notebooks. Preorder now!
So I just experienced a first☹️
I was chatting with a lady who asked about my new book that’s about to come out, and she looked at my bio and saw that I served in the Air Force 15yrs ago, and promptly said “I don’t talk to or support military people” and walked away😕
Welp 🫡🇺🇸
Am I capable?
cooking: yes, but I hate it
whistle: an entire song
draw: sadly, no
paint: also, no
swim: I can’t sink
english: yes
dance: nope
sing: yes
drive: speeding probably
write: yes 🖊️
edit: yes
play guitar: yep
public speaking: eh
Am I capable?
cooking: 👨🍳✅
whistle: loud yes; melodic no
draw: 🫣
paint: also 🫣
swim: yes but thrashingly
english: my fav HS class
dance: does the electric slide count?
sing: yes
drive: ✅
write: yes 🖊️
edit: yes
play guitar: 👎
public speaking: professionally, one might say
Me *clicking my pen*: Okay, now for my OC’s brother. He’s a natural leader—
Him: “Of course.”
Me: …attractive,
Him: “Naturally.”
Me: …a bit cocky,
Him: “I think you mean ‘self-assured…’”
Me: but it’s to hide a deep insecurity.
Him: “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
My plan: Okay, my OC is 6’4”, introverted, and likes cooking—
Him: “and football.”
Me: What? Fine. He watches football. His brother is a natural leader—
Him: “and an idiot.”
Me: That is no way to talk about your brother…
Him: “He lied.”
Me: Anyway, your LI—
Him: “My what?”
My plan: Okay, my OC is 6’4”, introverted, and likes cooking—
Him: “and football.”
Me: What? Fine. He watches football. His brother is a natural leader—
Him: “and an idiot.”
Me: That is no way to talk about your brother…
Him: “He lied.”
Me: Anyway, your LI—
Him: “My what?”
My characters: like the proverbial raccoons on crystal meth.