The dead don't stay buried; they get hunted.

How I changed my writing style after experiencing hardships.

Don't feel bad about writing for yourself instead of for readers.

Late-night writing is one of my favorite rituals: when the world quiets down and a peaceful stillness settles around me, allowing my ideas to spill freely onto the page without interruption. During the day, distractions constantly tug me away from my thoughts and break my concentration. Family members ask questions, dogs bark at anything that stirs, and sudden loud noises startle me so deeply that my train of thought vanishes before I can capture it. I save editing for the br

My continued journey as a poet.

The behind-the-scenes look at how I got my voice back.

How to create a haunted mood without jump scares.

writing through grief

As I was going through my old writings, I found a poem from my angry phase after the strokes. I was so mad at the world and at God. Why did this happen to me? Hadn't I been through enough? What in the world was good about this? I hated how everyone seemed to think I would recover so easily. Didn't they realize what I lost? I didn't understand why they expected me to bounce back and do all I could before. Even my job expected me to return as normal. They knew I had two stroke

Yesterday was my 3-year anniversary of being a stroke survivor. In the deep recesses of the night, I sat, thinking about everything I've experienced and am still going through. This came to me during the process, and I thought I would share it. Stroke doesn’t always happen with a bang. Sometimes it happens with a whisper. It steals moments from you before you even realize they’re moments worth stealing. One day, you pick up a coffee mug without thinking. The next day, your h

As the wind shifted, the scent became apparent to her. It preceded any visual cue of Death. This wasn't the smell of blood or decaying flesh, but rather the aroma of newly disturbed soil. Like a grave that'd been dug but then opened up to rainfall. A cloying sweetness followed, thick and heavy like spoiled things left to rot undisturbed. Then came the foul smell of flesh, unceasingly roasting under the sun. It left a metallic, nauseating taste clinging inside her mouth. It wa

"The cruelest prisons are the ones built deep inside the mind." Content Warning: Graphic violence, blood, child abuse, psychological trauma, disturbing imagery, and themes of mental illness and death. PROLOGUE: THE MORNING AFTER Red. Not the word, but the thing itself, raw and everywhere. On small hands that won't stop shaking. On white fabric that was once something else, something soft and harmless. It might have been a nightgown, maybe. The girl can't remember putting it o

Sometimes I wake up at 3 a.m. and already know the words won’t come tonight. Maybe not tomorrow either. The screen of my computer glows in the dark, with a blank writing document. Cursor blinking like a tiny god, demanding something be put on the screen Writing has taught me a lot, not the least of which is that it does not care about my schedule. Or my good intentions for said schedule. Some days it comes easily. Words flood out of me before I know what to do with them. Othe

Stories are everywhere. They live in the conversations we overhear, the books we skim, the podcasts we listen to, and even the random moments that catch our attention. It’s amazing how different things can spark a story. Just yesterday, while listening to a podcast about a historical figure, an idea struck me. I didn’t retell the history exactly. Instead, I took the essence of the story and reshaped it into something new. Inspiration can come from anywhere, and it’s up to us

Writing can sometimes feel like a struggle when inspiration seems to hide just out of reach. Yet, inspiration is often closer than we think. It can come from the most unexpected places if we open our eyes and minds to what surrounds us. Whether you are crafting a chilling monster tale, a supernatural urban fantasy, or simply journaling your personal thoughts, the key lies in tuning into the right sources that spark your creativity. A peaceful park bench in autumn, perfect for

Books are more than just pages filled with words; they are vessels of imagination, emotion, and experience. Every book has a story waiting to be told, and sometimes, those stories are in progress, waiting for the right moment to unfold. Eye-level view of an open book with handwritten notes and a cup of coffee

Writing has always been a powerful tool for self-expression, but its healing potential is often underestimated. For many, putting pen to paper or fingers to keyboard can serve as a therapeutic outlet, allowing individuals to process emotions, reflect on experiences, and ultimately find peace. In this blog post, I will share my personal journey of healing through writing and exploring the transformative power of this practice. Close-up view of an open journal with a pen restin