When I was young, I loved to write stories. It was my passion. I always knew the answer to the repetitive question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” My proud, confident answer: A novelist.
Today, as an adult, I am not a novelist. I spent the last 15 years behind a desk, making a comfortable salary and daydreaming what my life would’ve been like had I chosen the other fork in the road.
As fate would have it, I no longer have my office job. This was by choice; a scary but unquestionable choice, dictated by whoever’s really running this show called Life. I’m 35 now, recently married, with a baby who I’m determined to show up for as the fullest version of myself.
Today, I am not a novelist. But tomorrow I might be.
What to Expect
- Daily blog posts*
- An archive of my old stories, once I retrieve them
- A collection of new stories, once I get my groove back
- Stock photos
- No AI. All human, baby.
- *I’ve been slacking, forgive me! I’m working on writing my first book! 😀
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