It's been quite some time since I've done a post like this, and it's about time we sat down and had a good heart-to-heart conversation.

... Tea?

Yeah… thirteen has been a wild age for sure. This was one of my many mini ‘revelations’.

I’ve been a busy little author this week. I’ve plotted out chapters and scenes, fleshed out characters and my world, and pondered how to make my characters suffer, develop, shine, and dazzle readers and myself when they perform on the page.

My little sisters are great. I can always count on them to be supportive—and… and brutally honest. Painfully so, sometimes.

Sometimes, I sit down to write, and everything just flows. Other times, just thinking about writing makes me want to curl up on my bed and go to sleep. And recently, that’s how I’ve been feeling.

Stuck.

I was poking around the internet with my trusty Bing AI bot, when all of a sudden it gave me a poem. Come read it, and hopefully we can find out if Bing made it up, or if someone wrote it.

How did my love for writing start? Come here: grab a mug of some warm beverage and join me as I explain how it started and why I love it so much.