As I sit down to reflect on my writing, I can’t help but think about how much simpler things could have been with a guide or at least...

Hi all! I'm thrilled to announce that my novel, Choosing Season, has undergone extensive professional editing, greatly improving the...

Check out this article I wrote for shepherd.com . They asked me for some book recommendations and here they are!...

An Eagle flew through the forest With a scar and quills of gold. He heard a Starling singing, And found her in a pine below. She called...

I'm so close to finishing my first draft of Choosing Season, between work and life it's been difficult. However I'm hopeful of getting it...

“By the way, everything cool with you and Katerina?” Bridget nodded and glanced towards the gardens. “Janine gave her a warning. My hair...

NOTE: This is an expanded version of an earlier post, let me know what you think. Check it out on Reedsy too. The Chair – A Romantic...

Gideon rushed down an under-construction office stairwell as he clutched his phone to his ear, Astrid was two floors down in the office...

Richard sat quietly in his office staring at Margaret’s candidate profile as he toyed with the shell within his fingers, he smiled...

“Hey.” Richard’s broad smile beckoned her to close the distance to his desk, he looked good in his dark suit, but Margaret does prefer...

Monty’s signature bark sounded as he rushed up to them, Richard’s eyes continued shining as he knelt down and let Monty jump around while...

Why do I write? I've sometimes asked myself this question because of the pitfalls I've been finding myself in. Most writers I've met say...

Thinking of the origins of all of the peoples and then their languages, culture, beliefs in my fantasy romance novel. I've been greatly...

An Eagle flew through the forest, with a scar and quills of coal. He heard a Starling singing and found her in a pine below. She called...

One Year Ago Once upon a time, in a land hidden across the twelve tumultuous seas and through the deep caverns of the earth lay the land...

“Andy, quit being a know-it-all and play a song for the kids, Mister Amaryllis has a guitar you can use.” Margaret laughed as she entered...

“That’s true…” Richard twirled Elizabeth round again and wondered if Margaret had completely run away. “In Cyrillus I’ve found I enjoy...