The fight changes when you learn who’s holding the strings.
Tag: writing
I Was Tired for a Long Time
I didn’t wake up burned out. I woke up tired for a long time and kept telling myself that was just the job. I showed up, pushed through, did what needed doing, and slowly became someone I didn’t recognize.. If you care deeply for animals and feel constantly on edge, short, or exhausted — this is for you.
BOO. Seriously.
Some hauntings demand terror. Others just demand coffee.
Field Notes: Purpose Lost in Room #3
Ever wonder why you walk into the kitchen and forget what you came for? Our alien observers finally explain.
Not Broken, Just Done
Walking forward got easier once I stopped carrying what was already finished.
Ten Years (Apparently)
A decade of writing, procrastinating, and deleting more sentences than I care to admit—celebrated slightly late because, of course, I forgot the date.
Pale in the Wheat
The fog never left that field—and something pale still waits among the wheat
The Quiet Among Us
In this town, no one speaks above a whisper — and the quiet watches.
Flickers on the Page
Some days, writing feels like whispering to the walls. The world barely listens. And yet, a sentence winks. A paragraph hums. A thought does a little dance. Those tiny sparks are enough to keep me at it — stubborn, stubborn, and happily so.
Shadows of Summer
August is ending, the air is cool, and the orchard is full of whispers...
