I grew up with dogs; dogs in the neighborhood, pet dogs on my mom's side of the family, and my own beloved late adopted stray who was called Goti. After Goti passed away in 2012, my other family members were not ready to go through the love and loss process with a canine family member…Read more 3 Reasons Every Writer Needs a Cat
So I didn't grow up knowing that I'd be a professional writer. All I knew was that I loved to write and that I could impress a few souls with my stories (since elementary school). I did not get a degree or diploma in writing, preferring to let experience move me along, and today, I…Read more 4 Reasons I’m a Writer
She was in the business of words. She knew of no one else who kept track of every word written, said and imagined. "You live in your own little world," they said with disapproval. It was true and she saw no better place to live. Living in her own world, with her hundreds of stories,…Read more A Writer’s World
They touched. They stood by each other. Words brought them closer even with different genres. They knew that their home was temporary. An interesting looking species would come and tenderly run fingers over them. And then they were adopted. "Where did they go?" The waiting books wondered.
It wasn't like every day. She wasn't use to being surrounded by a room full of people. In fact, she abhorred the thought of it. But she saw herself dressed up and confident, walking her way up to the podium. Her anxiety had disappeared. She heard herself speaking into a mic. Then she heard applause.…Read more Dreaming Away
Numbers made her anxious. She'd never been great at math. Shapes reminded her of geometry or trigonometry or whatever that class had been called. Decades down the lifeline, she still had the same childish reactions. So that day when her editor asked her to write an article for the magazine, she grinned too widely. Then…Read more A Writer’s Life