a realization of sorts — Dear Inner Critic, I know who you are. I see you. I hear you, your voice flows like a mantra in my head. You whisper to me lies as a form of protection. You fuel self-doubt and fear like little wildfires. …

The Relationship With Writing — Why do I write? What is my relationship with my writing? When I was younger, writing was a way to express myself. To get out all the pent-up emotions and frustrations boiling inside me. But it was also something very private. It was only for me — the deep, deep…

through the lens of a writer — I never imagined that clicking on a random Facebook post early during the pandemic would take me on a journey through the dark night of the soul…writer style. It was a post advertising an online writing workshop. I thought, what the heck, why not, and decided to join. …

an existential crisis of a writer — The intricacies of a writer’s mind are like a mine field of epic proportions. Or, at least, mine is. As a creative, I struggle with the balance of living in the everyday world and existing in a creative one in my head. And I find myself wondering, where does creativity…

a benediction of sorts — Dear Muse, It’s been a while since I’ve reached out to you, since I’ve been willing to listen. I wish I could say I have an excuse. And, yeah, I’m sure I can conjure up some lame ones for you, but the reality is that I lost my way. Maybe…

with your words — Have you ever experienced those times when the words refuse to come out and play with you? The blank page, the blinking cursor taunts you as your brain or heart tries to emerge some freaking kind of emotion or thought onto the page. But to no avail. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. …

The ramblings from a sleep-deprived poet — My favorite place to write, is amongst the trees, great lumbering giants whispering their secrets in the language of absorbed silence. I hear them, not in words and language, but in the peace of their magical presence, lending to the cocreation of words.

the wave of creation comes as inspiration — The inspiration hits, out of the blue. Words invade my head, like an insistent toddler. Do I stop what I’m doing to write it down? Yes. Yes, I do. I whip out my phone and open my notes app, just to get the words down. Choosing to listen to this…

Who Do We Write For? — Who do we write for? For us? For others? Do we write to get paid, or for the sheer passion of it? Do we live and breathe our passion or toil for dollars, keeping us afloat in rising inflation? …

The Voice of the Writer — Have you ever thought about your voice as a writer? How the words flow and come together as a unique extension of yourself? I would imagine that for some people, finding their voice comes easy, and for some, it takes some exploration. I will admit, for me, it takes some…

The Love Affair of Writing — Is writing an act of love? I think so. I think writing is a love affair, a love story, where we fall in love with our words. It’s like any other relationship, full of the tumulus ups and downs, wins and fails, rising and falling. We start out flirting with…

Writers Are a Special Blend — In my journey as a writer, I’ve discovered that the act of writing is what’s important. I’ve written fiction, poetry and different types of blogs. Reminiscent of my Inner Critic, one of my false beliefs was that real writing was fiction. Don’t ask me why I thought this. We all…

Am I a Writer Or Not? — I used to call myself an aspiring author. This was when I had an unhealthy relationship with my Inner Critic. When I allowed my insecurities and fears of being seen dictate my creativity. …

This is to all the writers out there who have the bravery to fall in love with their words thus spreading that love to all their readers — The letters spill onto the page like magic, ink leaking worded images through seamless strokes of the pen. Bursts of primary colors come alive through adjectives and verbs, evoking emotional responses from their avid audience. Wordy descriptions lend to the details of the twists and turns of epic storytelling.

Since I was introduced to NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in the year 2012, I became instantly infatuated. One month out of the year, the month of November, to dedicate your life to writing fifty thousand words in thirty days. I mean, how hard could it be, right? I was…

I have a confession… — I have a confession. I am a closet writer. I’m an aspiring author. I’ve written two first completed first drafts, currently on my fourth draft of one of my six novels. I write poems. I write blogs that I hesitate to put my name on and I journal. I’ve belonged…