If you were born before 1985, you probably had a vinyl collection. In an age of digital media like online music, it is now incredibly rare to own a vinyl collection, much less a vinyl player. Remember the days when you saved up your allowance for weeks just to be able to buy a new record by your favourite artist? Remember when you had to listen to the whole album to get to your favourite song? Remember when you had shelves stacked with vinyls? Remember when you had to clean t

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. He stops in his tracks, hurt flashing unhi

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. For days, I just couldn't feel connected to it, it didn’t feel strong enough...

I floated past Rozaliya’s sleeping form. She's the only other person on board the ISS—and the only cosmonaut. I've finally gotten a hang of staying upright. It's been 10 days. We've not found much this time, and Flight Director Crusoe is getting more and more agitated every time he talks to us. I don't know what's going on, but whatever it is..it's big. "Hey. Vhatcha doin?" I turn. "Oh, hi Roza. I thought you were asleep?" Rozaliya laughed merrily, her red hair forming a halo