I stopped reading when I was about six. That’s strange to say, right? Here I am: a storyteller, a writer. But I also have a tough past with reading. Around first grade, I got tired of being tested for reading. I hated reading something just to get brought hard comprehension questions. I didn’t understand any … Continue reading What book saved me?
I used to believe that monsters lived under my bed. They loved scaring me in the dark. “That’s where they stay,” Society told me. “Where they belong.” But Society also ordered me to keep my stomach flat so people would like me. Short hair was for men. Lesbian. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t lift anything … Continue reading Real Monsters
As a writer, story ideas always flow in and out of me. They sometimes come at inconvenient times like showers when I can’t write anything down. I memorize the words, repeating them over and over until I can get some written down. Those words are never as good as the originals. Some ideas flow out … Continue reading The Best Ideas for Stories
“What I really need to know is if this sound right,” I said, highlighting a paragraph in the Word document. Ethan leaned diagonal towards my laptop. His hand stayed by his chin as he always did while thinking. “As they rounded the corner, the portal came into view.” I shuttered. It was always strange to … Continue reading Words becoming reality