I have wanted to be a writer for nearly all my life. In fifth grade, I had a hardback notebook full of beautiful lined paper with a white wolf on the cover. I wrote poems in it when I couldn’t sleep. In middle school, I filled notebooks with pieces of stories that I never finished and sad poems about boys I liked. In high school, I began writing what eventually would become my first novel. All through those years, the idea that I would one day be a writer was a dream that seemed unattainable. Even now, after publishing two books and having my work appear in a highly successful indie RPG, I still have the thought that one day, I want to be a writer.

I am a writer. I have always been a writer.

I have stories to tell. Sometimes they are short and sweet. Sometimes they morph into something longer and complex. Sometimes they are forever incomplete. The only thing that keeps me from sharing these stories with the world is the pervasive, agonizing question: what if I suck?

I’m not going to listen to that voice anymore.

This blog is a showcase of my short fiction, my creative process, my writing experiments and my ideas that don’t ever pan out. Writing is life giving for me. It’s cathartic and fulfilling and restorative. Some of my writing might suck, but I’d wager I have at least a few good ideas in the mix.