Welcome to my Blog

Short answer: yes, if your first line is the thing standing between you and chapter two actually existing. Long answer, keep reading. I built the Hook Vault because I was tired of watching talented writers (in my own inbox, in the Coven, in random Instagram comments) rewrite the same opening paragraph forty times instead of […]

I did not expect plotting fictional women to change how I parent two real ones, but it did, in a way I only noticed in hindsight. Heroines who hesitate lose the plot Every craft lesson about romantasy heroines comes back to the same note: hesitation reads as weakness, instinct reads as strength. A heroine who

People picture a writer’s day as candlelight and silence. Mine has a leotard, a glove, a full-time job, and a laptop that does not get opened until almost everyone else in the house is asleep. Morning: the job, the kids, the handoff The day starts with the full-time job and getting two kids, six and

I have spent hours building magic systems nobody will ever ask me about, because the question readers actually show up with is never “how does the magic work.” It’s “did I cry.” Worldbuilding is the frame, not the painting Readers need enough world to believe the stakes are real. They don’t need the full political

I wrote romance before I had kids. I write a different kind of romance now, and it took me a while to notice exactly what shifted. I stopped writing love as a rescue Before kids, my heroines sometimes needed saving, and the love interest did the saving. Now I write women who already know how

I get asked a lot how I write books around a full-time job and two kids. There’s one habit underneath all of it, and it is not a morning routine. I don’t have mornings. It’s this. I write at the same time every day, not for the same length Mine is late at night, after

By 8pm most days I have negotiated with a six-year-old about leotards, refereed a baseball-glove dispute, and said my own name in three different tones of exhaustion. Then I open a book about a woman who gets to be furious, powerful, and desperately loved, and something in my chest unclenches. It hands you a world

I build entire magic systems in a gymnastics parking lot while my six-year-old is inside in a leotard. Balance was never going to mean “enough time.” It means figuring out which parts of this craft fit into the minutes I actually have. Worldbuilding happens in fragments, on purpose I don’t sit down and worldbuild for

Some nights I do not have a writing session in me. I have ten minutes, a laptop I’m too tired to open properly, and a scene that’s been stuck for three days. Here’s what I actually do with those ten minutes, instead of nothing. Reread the last page out loud, not in your head Out

Nobody pays me enough per word for this to make financial sense if money were the only reason. I write because I write, full-time job and two kids and sometimes no sleep included. The job that pays the bills I have a full-time job during the day. The books happen after it, not instead of