Some of us picked up language like it had been waiting in our mouths all along. Letters weren’t a mystery. Stories weren’t foreign. They felt like memory. And for those of us who began reading young—truly reading, not just reciting from repetition—there was a shift. A quiet imprint. Something in us rearranged itself around the rhythm of language. I wrote once before about learning to read at two. This was obviously not news to anyone…
Posts published in July 2025
There are moments in writing when the words come too easily. Not because the scene is simple, but because something within you has already lived it. The character moves, speaks, grieves, rejoices, and somehow your hands know what to do. You’re not inventing. You’re revealing. It’s as if your mind had already gone ahead, scouted the emotional terrain, and laid out the bones before you even arrived. I don’t talk much about this unseen intuition,…
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how much realism belongs in fiction. As writers, we pull from life constantly, whether we mean to or not. But sometimes life hands us experiences that make us pause and ask, how much of this actually belongs on the page? Over the last few months, I’ve dealt with some unexpected health challenges. Without turning this into a full medical rundown, let’s just say my body reminded me that…