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.
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