Living on Writer's Block

Creating is everything.

  • Her Type

    He wasn’t her type. Her type was classic, in every novel from the Bronte sisters to L. M. Montgomery to Sarah J. Maas. Tall, dark, and handsome to a fault. Piercing, pale eyes with frost at their centers that would melt only for her. Eyes that would cut through her soul and make her suck…

  • The Growl

    My town was the sort where nothing happened. Law enforcement was bored, and as a result, parking tickets were pretty common. It was the sort of town where the only skatepark didn’t have anything more interesting than a half-pipe, and not more than six feet at that. It didn’t even have walls. And it was…

  • A Tuesday Love Letter

    There are moments when I look at people and for a moment I see them with someone else’s eyes. Moments when I look at them and have to pause to catch my breath. When I see them almost like a stranger, when their features change and become novel and new all over again. Moments when…