Changing Seasons | Choose Joy

I love Fall, that chilly, crisp air. That lingering scent of ripe apples. Those twirling, falling russet and crimson and golden leaves.

NaNoWriMo: The Matchstick Girl

I always miss NaNoWriMo because November is a super-busy month and writing an entire book in that month is a monstrous task. However, I decided to do it this year with the understanding that I’d write daily, but not break myself to finish the book. Because, really, what’s the hurry? For the past year, I’ve…

Chapter 14: If I Could Write You

I stared down at the paper. Nothing but a blank, white surface. Like my life now, my future. I couldn’t fathom stepping into that blankness, of moving on. Of moving beyond my last moments with him. All I had left of him was this: a task to show the world the brother, the friend, the…

You’re a Part of Me

Ever since Adam died I’ve been writing poetry. Poetry is a fickle mistress and you can’t force the words, if they don’t flow you have to wait. Which is why my poetry is sporadic at best. Free verse is even harder to come by. You have to get the rhythm right or it sounds too…