

Chronicles of a bibliophile
Growing up, I always had a love for books. The way each story could magically take me away to a new world was something I continuously craved. Especially being the weirdo that I was – excuse me, that I still am - with my obsession for vampires and paranormal things, reading made my world of fantasy, a reality. In fact, if it had not been for my love of reading I would never have pursued becoming an author. A creative mind must be handled with care. I’ve come to learn over the


Quarantined
It's been said time and time again that overthinking kills happiness. We've all heard it before and more than likely have agreed with the statement at some point. Why then is it so difficult to adhere to its message? Certainly no one is trying to be unhappy. Could it be fear of trial? We're all advocates to the saying until left alone to face it head on. One glimpse of a challenge along our unrealistic smooth, straight path is often all it takes to give in to the contagious n

Outcast
Still sorting through the uncharted waters of the book world, there are still so many things that I still have yet to learn, and things I am coming to learn each day. Everything is a challenge, but one that continues to excite and push me to become more educated within the field. When I decided to self-publish, the thought never crossed my mind that the title “self-published author” would present itself to some as such a large scarlet letter on my garments. I perceived it as