Beneath the ink: My creative process and a look into what’s next.

Writing has always been a strange kind of magic for me—part ritual, part rebellion, part confession. I don't sit down to write because I want to; I write because I have to. It’s how I untangle the knots in my head and make sense of the characters who refuse to be quiet. Each one comes with a voice, a past, and a secret they're not quite ready to reveal—and my job is to coax it all out.

Lately, I’ve been immersed in shadows—emotionally, creatively, atmospherically. My current project delves deeper into obsession, control, and the kind of desire that twists into something darker. I’ve always been drawn to characters that blur lines and defy clean endings. Those who linger like a phantom touch long after the last page.

The writing process for me has been intimate and intense. I’ve burned candles to call in clarity. Buried remnants of what needed to end. Rewritten scenes that didn’t just need tweaking—they needed blood. Some nights I fall asleep with dialogue echoing in my mind, and others I wake up with my hands already reaching for the keyboard. It’s chaotic. It’s beautiful. And it’s mine.

I’d love to share a small preview of what’s been whispering to me lately. This scene is from a new piece, leaning more into the dark— the kind of dark that makes your pulse skip and your breath catch. Please Enjoy, and if you like what you read here, make sure you let me know!

“Before she could focus too long on her reflection, a delicate scent of lilacs tugged her back into the moment. The bath was ready, the room nearly hazed to the point where even her feet felt lost in the mist. Nothing else mattered—just the feeling of the steam surrounding her, filling the air, the water beckoning her to surrender. She could feel herself drift, slipping into a world where she might cease to exist—where only the water would remain, enveloping her in vapor that clung to her shoulders, dripping down the walls and swirling through the air.”