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Not just hard in the romantic, coffee-fuelled, inspired-at-midnight way—but hard in the grinding, repetitive, emotionally draining way. Writing a book isn’t just “telling a story.” It’s committing to over 50,000 words. It’s time. It’s sweat. It’s living inside your own head for months, sometimes years. It’s rereading the same chapters again and again. Fixing a sentence, then fixing it again. It’s reaching the halfway point and wondering if you should abandon the whole thing b

I was explaining what the underlying theme in my upcoming romance is about to a male friend, when he cut in, almost relieved. “You’re a feminist.” It wasn’t said with hostility. It was said with conclusion. A neat box snapped shut. And I remember thinking—not for the first time—that this is exactly the thing I’m trying to write about. Because that sentence wasn’t a question. It wasn’t curiosity. It was classification. Once something is classified, it no longer needs to be ex

I didn’t prioritise writing in 2024 and 2025. That’s the truth. The reasons were many, of course, but the responsibility is mine. What was meant to be a small house renovation spiralled into something much larger. Moving back in and settling down took longer than expected. A bad viral fever derailed travel plans. After that, work. And death. And a wedding. A short break. The holiday season. Suddenly, the year was over. 2025 flew by. I didn’t stop writing entirely. I wrote in

I didn’t write any posts in 2025. Life, as it often does, took over. Quietly. Completely. But I did finish my third book—and that feels worth pausing for. I’m deeply excited about getting it out into the world. I’d hoped to publish it last year, but timing has its own ideas, and this story needed what it needed. So here I am again. I want to be more present this year. With my writing. With this space. With the conversations that happen slowly and off to the side, rather than

It’s been over a year since I’ve posted anything online. The last time I showed up here was September 2023. Since then, it’s been radio silence. Why? Well, to be honest, I wasn’t sure if anyone was really interested in what’s going on inside my head. Sharing thoughts and updates felt oddly vulnerable. I’m much more comfortable hiding behind the words of a story — on paper or a screen — where characters can do all the heavy lifting. There too, I had a dilemma. I was so focusse