Carnage surrounds me, corpses everywhere, the wind blowing through my hair and tattered clothes as I stare across the battlefield at the only other person left. His expression is indiscernible from this distance, although even if he was near me I doubt I could understand it, doubt I would want to. I hoist my gun higher in my arms, trembling with the effort. He comes closer. “Hey, Rene.” “Don’t call me that.” I aim between his brows.

Why write about grief the way I did in my debut novella? Why make it so convoluted? Why make it so deep? Why add romance? I never really had a plan for how I wanted this book to go when I started it, and I was pretty much winging it. By the end of 2023, I had what I thought was the complete draft, [my first full draft] and I felt it was enough and ready. I showed it to my mom, and even though she has no clue what a Mary Sue is – and neither did I, at the time [princess perfec

How did I start my writing journey? What prompted me to write a book? Okay... This is an interesting story. Maybe. You see, it was 2020—August, I think. To set the scene, I was in my living room, on our now given-away swing—I think I was in my Famous Five phase at this time...hence why my first book started off as a mystery—and I wanted a new book, but I go through them like water [I like finishing them within 3-4 days! I’m an impatient person!] so of course, there’s limits t

Yesterday, I was struggling with my character's DFM - Desire, Fear, and Misbelief. I had one, but it was generated with AI [note that it was created together with my inputs].  For days, I just couldn't feel connected to it, it didn’t feel strong enough, it felt 2D, and I started feeling unsettled that my main character’s internal conflict had such a big part of AI in it. This was especially after two recent incidents. First, I was talking to a friend on the phone and my frien

An astronaut and cosmonaut are on the International Space Station when their countries go to Nuclear War with each other. Their last orders are to eliminate the other. (The International Space Station is a large spacecraft in orbit around Earth. It serves as a home where crews of astronauts and cosmonauts live. The space station is also a unique science laboratory. Several nations worked together to build and use the space station.) * I floated past Rozaliya’s sleeping form

Carnage and chaos surround me, the wind blowing through my hair and tattered clothes as I stare across the battlefield at him. His expression is indiscernible from this distance, although even if he was near me I doubt I’d understand it. I hoist my weapon higher in my arms, trembling with the effort.  “What now, Cap?” My best friend asks me. “We do what we’ve always done.” I reply. She goes to say something, but stops abruptly as...he...starts gliding toward us. “Hello, Jules