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Let’s start with the hits: • I’m not a writer. • I’m not creative. • I’m too old to start something new. • No one wants to hear what I have to say. • I’ll never finish anything. • I wouldn’t even know where to begin. These weren’t passing
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Wanting to write is a fantasy. Actually writing is friction. And I spent a long time living in the fantasy. I wanted to write for years. I thought about it in the shower. During lunch breaks. Right after someone pissed me off at work and I had a really solid
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I didn’t call myself a writer when I started writing a children’s book. Honestly? I still flinch when people say it out loud. “Writer” always sounded too serious. Too official. Too polished. Like you needed a degree, a publisher, or at least a favorite indie café you could
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I didn’t start with a plan. I started with a joke. Somewhere around February 2025, I said out loud — half kidding — 'What if I turned someone into a cartoon character?' I had someone in mind who seemed to have that kind of energy - the perfect mix
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I, [Name], take you, [Name], to be my partner. To have and to hold—except sometimes holding feels heavy, and sometimes we forget how to reach for each other at all. For better, for worse—though we don’t always agree which is which, and sometimes the ‘worse’ feels louder
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I didn't stop taking antidepressants to be brave. I just wanted to feel something real.
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I’ve never been very good at compartmentalization. I don’t know how you switch something off at the end of the day and turn it back on later, unchanged. For me, experiences don’t reset. They carry forward. If we laugh together, share something private, brush shoulders, move in
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What happens when someone walks into your life and doesn’t want anything — just sees you.
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What started as a pet adoption turned into the start of everything, I didn’t know I needed.
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The Reset That Rebuilt Me
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How a spark, a dragon, and grief turned into a six-part series about the quiet ways we grow.
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The day my logic system crashed after one (1) unexpected feeling.