Writer Quirks

Have you ever noticed that writers do/have well, weird things? Habits? "Quirks" that's the word I'm looking for. Yeah. We writers have quirks. Some are specific to us as individuals (like how I listen to all Hans Zimmer music basically on loop. All the time.) others are shared quirks. Shared quirks. These are fun to … Continue reading Writer Quirks

Writing is…Hard

I've been writing for what, eleven years now? (Not counting the days I couldn't write and just told stories to myself.) Five years since I started taking writing seriously (meaning: setting aside a part of the day and setting a word count). But like, not till now do I realize something. I knew it in … Continue reading Writing is…Hard

The Writer’s Dilemma

Every kind of artist has a different struggle. Writer's though, seem to have a unique struggle,and as of yet, I haven't heard of other artists having this same problem. I shall call it, the "Banging Your Head Against a Wall" syndrome. It is more commonly known as Writer's Block. For a lot of writers, Writer's Block is … Continue reading The Writer’s Dilemma

Hey Guys…I’m Still Alive

So I haven't posted in about three weeks. I got a job and have been working on Sundays. With this new schedule, Tuesday may become my new posting day. I am also redesigning my blog, for at least the five millionth time. This time I blame my sister, who just redid hers. Looks fabulous. Here's … Continue reading Hey Guys…I’m Still Alive

A Writer In Washington

.    I'm not going to lie here. While walking all over D.C, touring, and eating Chipolte, I did not get any earth-shattering writing ideas. I didn't even write that much. That being said, here are my traveling highlights, and what things as a writer I appreciated.  an albino squirrel. Don't laugh. My sister and … Continue reading A Writer In Washington

The Raptor, 7

“Who is it?” Stanford asked. “He’s a veteran. A field physician. He lives in New York City with his family,” Adrian answered. “You have to be cautious. How do you know him?” Stanford’s complexion was furrowed. “He’s my brother-in-law.” “I thought you - didn’t like your sister?” Elijah asked, surprised. Adrian shrugged. “We just haven’t … Continue reading The Raptor, 7