When I was a little girl, I knew I wanted to be a writer and author. Yet for decades, I rarely put more than a dash of desire into that dream, possibly because I never thought it would happen. I had spurts of writing bliss, here and there, when I let my imagination run wild. Those moments never lasted for long as I had no discipline and no follow through. In recent years, I turned that desire into hard-work, effort, and engaged in a ton of learning. I feel blessed to watch as my desires turn into stories. My path has meandered through characterization and plotting, shaping my writing voice and experience along the way. 

No matter what changes occur in my life, I’m irresistibly drawn back to the page. The only time I feel truly comfortable in my own skin is when I am writing on a regular basis. As I dig through my words and work for deeper truths, possible tales, and terrible puns. For me, writing is my meditation and a grounding that my mind desperately needs. While I am still a growing writer, I am beginning to find roots as I make my way into the publishing realm. 

While I am here to share, I am also here to learn. I feel blessed to have found a rich and wondrous writing community filled to the gills with writing allies and shared ideas. My story is quite unfinished and there is plenty of work to be done both personally and professionally. This blog is a big part of that journey. My desire is that while I work to overcome my own personal challenges and character flaws– in the battle for my own betterment, I might connect with someone who needs it.   

Please enjoy this tenacious transformation.