New Post!

Hey there! I’m back to working on and reworking many different stories. Some old, a few new. And because a lot of them will be too long for me to post chapter by chapter, I’ll be sharing those via my Wattpad account. First story on the block is a reworking of a story I titled

Late Night Thoughts

How is it possible to still be so overcome by and overwhelmed with grief, with loneliness after so much time has passed? So many hours, days, weeks, months, and even years? And how does it simultaneously feel as if it’s all just one big dream, or nightmare? Logically, I know there can be no time

There’s Progress…

I think we all put ourselves on some type of timeline/deadline to have things done. We set our minds on something and we all believe it’s going to happen exactly when we say. For some people, things do work out just like that. For me, not so much. And, as I’ve said before, I’m learning

NEW SERIES INTRODUCTION

So, lately I’ve been toying with the idea of what I should do until I finally regain my personal time (it’s so close!) and focus on what is supposed to be my official debut novel. The idea was that I’d be completely done by now and I’d be releasing it on my brother’s birthday, as

Closing Out The Year With A Bang, or Attempting To.

So, we all know by now that I have a bit of trouble with consistency. Be it because of life and it’s obstacles, or just the fact that I sometimes lose sight of myself and my gifts; I am forever talking about how I want to refocus and pull it together. Though I haven’t fully

Late Night Vulnerability

So, so much has been happening and it’s taken a bit of a toll on my creativity. Mainly working and overworking at my 9-5 has been taking up so much of my time but also, lately, there’s been this lingering feeling. I don’t know if it’s sadness, dread, stress, or what, but it’s been very

My Journey.

It’s approaching twenty-one years, and I can still remember the first person to tell me I had the gift of writing. Or, some semblance of that gift. I had just entered the seventh grade. I attended a school that included grades K-12 and there was the intense excitement of graduating middle school and crossing the

Let’s Get Connected.

So, while working on new things and trying to figure out new ways to promote myself and my work in 2021, I decided to dabble into areas I might not have considered before. And, while I’m sharing mine, I’d love to follow and connect with you as well so please share where I can find

One Year In And It Feels Like…

… my whole world is still crumbling and falling around me. I could ramble off the titles of a million and one songs, and all will be applicable to what life for 365 days without my little brother has felt like. Each day is supposed to get better, easier; but truthfully, you’re just waking up

Content.

For those of you who have stuck with me through this nearly 4 year journey; first, THANK YOU! And second, I would love to know what you all would love to read here on the site. What topics don’t you see a lot of writers, and specifically black writers, touch on? Is there a particular