So frankly, the last few weeks -- and days especially -- have been hard. I thought I was doing better with my anxiety, I thought the medicine I was taking was working really well, and then something just snapped and it came rushing back over the past few weeks. Along with anxiety, depression always follows so it feels like I'm fighting two things at once. And despite me feeling like a mess (and maybe just being a little bit of a mess) over the past few weeks, I realized something really awesome. My writing has always been my passion, my love, something that brings me joy, and ya sometimes it was a reprieve from the hardships of life. But mostly it was just something that I loved to do and I've been treating it like "work" since Weapon Icean is published and I've been trying to get it out there while also working hard on book two (which is taking waaay longer than I thought it would). If you want to be serious about your writing and either be traditionally publis...
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