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Let’s be real—when people think of a “writer,” they either picture the manic coffee addict with Post-its on the mirror, or the zen minimalist with a color-coded Notion board and perfect lighting. I’m neither. I’m somewhere in the middle.

My process isn’t neat, but it works. And if you’re the type of writer who’s more vibe-driven than task-oriented, let me show you how I organize my work without losing my mind—or my voice.

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I Write First. Organize Later.

I don’t start with outlines. I start...

I’ve written five books.

It sounds like a sentence that should feel victorious. It sounds like something you’d imagine a writer whispering to themselves in front of a mirror with bloodshot eyes and coffee-stained teeth. And maybe I have. But more than anything, it feels like something I survived.

Not just the writing. Not the early mornings or the late nights. Not the edits or the self-doubt or the unbearable weight of staring at a blank page knowing I was about to dig up parts of myself I had...

There's this weird silence that follows trauma—heavy, lingering, and I used to mistake it for peace. But beneath that quiet was a whole universe of stuff I hadn't dealt with, just waiting for me to finally look at it. My journey of evolving beyond trauma hasn't been some neat, Instagram-worthy transformation. It's been messy, contradictory, and sometimes felt straight-up impossible. Yet somehow, in this chaos, I've experienced the deepest changes of my life.

The Weight I Carry

I carry things....

There's something extraordinary about finding love when you least expect it. That moment when your eyes meet across a crowded room, or when a casual conversation suddenly shifts into something deeper, something meaningful. The world seems to slow down, and everything else fades into the background.

New love is electric. It courses through your veins like lightning, making your heart race and your mind wander to places it hasn't been before. You find yourself smiling at random moments,...

Let’s get one thing straight: poetry isn’t soft.

It’s not that delicate thing your high school teacher made you dissect like it was a frog on a tray. It’s not all roses are red and vague heartbreak under a full moon. Real poetry—the good stuff—is a bar fight in a whisper. It’s the art of taking a chainsaw to your chest, yanking out whatever twitching thing is left of your soul, and serving it up line by line—with rhythm.

Because poetry? It’s not for the faint of heart. It’s for the bold, the...

Let’s talk about young adult fiction for a second.

Writing YA is like opening a back door into someone’s soul right before they start putting up all the locks. It’s wild. It’s weird. It’s wonderful. And honestly? It’s one of the most creatively freeing things I’ve ever done.

When I first sat down to write Mr. Pisces (check out my post in "Other Writing" section of my site), I wasn’t thinking “this is a YA story.” I was thinking: this is a haunting, dreamy, ocean-drenched legend with romance,...

I'm barely 25 myself, but watching these fresh-faced creators—these barely-legal artistic forces—stumble into the creative scene has me feeling like both a mentor and a peer. They remind me of my own chaotic entrance just a few years ago, except they're doing it with even more audacity and fewer fucks to give.

Raw as Hell and Twice as Interesting

Let me tell you what fascinates me about these kids: they haven't been beaten down yet. They haven't had their edges sanded off by rejection emails...

It was 11:42pm and I’m sitting in mind with nothing but the dim hum of city traffic outside, a half-full glass of red wine beside my laptop, and a word doc blinking like a heartbeat that refuses to flatline. This is the quiet hour — the in-between space where the world finally shuts up and the muses either show up… or ghost you. Tonight, they’re flirting. Tonight, we’re talking about dark romance.

There’s a certain type of headspace you have to slip into when you write dark romance. It’s not...

There’s a kind of loneliness that doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t scream, doesn’t break things, doesn’t beg to be fixed. It just… settles in. Gently. Slowly. Like fog creeping into your bones. You carry it quietly, so quietly that most people never see it at all.

That’s the kind of loneliness I tried to capture in Fading Into Silence.

This story didn’t start with plot. It started with a feeling—one I couldn’t shake. The ache of being surrounded by people who should love you, people who are...

I didn’t want to write a manifesto.

I wanted to write a novel that would change my life.

But somewhere between rejection letters, sleepless nights, and losing pieces of myself in the algorithms and expectations, this thing started to take shape. It wasn’t polished. It wasn’t pretty. But it was true. And it demanded to be written.

The result? A book called This Is Where Lonely Hearts Go. And I’m telling you about it here, first.

This isn’t some cutesy guide to “figuring it all out by 25.”

This is a...

If you’ve found your way here, you probably already know I’m a writer chasing down a story that might just kickstart something bigger than myself. This is where I’ll be publishing thoughts in progress, essays that don’t fit anywhere else, and updates on whatever novel I’m building piece by piece.

But I’m not just writing here.

If you want to see more of what I’m working on—fragments, visuals, process, mess, moments of clarity—you can find me across a few corners of the internet. Here’s the...

Living with a mind that's both your greatest asset and worst enemy is like trying to write a masterpiece while your brain keeps setting fire to the pages. Welcome to my corner of the internet, where we'll explore the messy intersection of creativity, mental health, and trying to "make it" in your twenties.

What You're Walking Into:

The unvarnished truth about:

• Writing while wrestling with anxiety that makes sending emails feel like defusing bombs
• Building a creative career despite depression's...