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On what remains

April feels like it’s beginning to take its first breath.

There are moments where the spring sunshine settles—soft, warm, almost convincing—and then just as quickly, the clouds return and you find yourself hurrying back indoors, holding onto that brief warmth.

It’s a month of in-between,; of light that doesn’t quite stay, of never seeming to have the right coat with you.

And perhaps that’s why I’ve found myself feeling more reflective than usual.

There is deep loss close to me at...

March has arrived with a quieter kind of pressure.

I’ve found myself thinking about beginnings - how they happen, where they come from. I keep returning to the question of how I began Deep House: A Haunting. Not just the first line, but the moment it truly started. And now, standing at the edge of a new novel, I’m asking the same thing again: where does this one begin?

More truthfully - where do I begin?

It’s easy to put it off. Tomorrow feels like a better place to start. Later, perhaps. There...

Sometimes January asks us not to rush, but simply to notice what’s already glowing. This poem came from one of those quiet moments — sitting with a candle, letting the day arrive slowly.

January has always felt like a gift to me. Not asleep - just gently re-stocking.

Taking Stock in the Quiet

January is when I slow down, journal, make notes, and prepare. While I’ve never been a strict keeper of resolutions, I love dreaming - quietly and without judgment. And while I won’t beat myself up if I don’t reach every dream, I do believe that if I don’t dream at all… how will I ever go anywhere?

December Surprises

December held a few lovely surprises. Deep House saw a beautiful boost in...

December has a habit of sneaking up on me. One minute I’m finding my footing as a newly published author, and the next I’m blinking at fairy lights, wrapping paper, and the quiet astonishment of another year nearly done.

If you’ve been here a while, you’ll know this about me: I rarely plan anything. I tend to fall sideways into things and then pretend it was all very intentional. That’s more or less how I’ve ended up here again — learning, adapting, and occasionally surprising myself.

Since my...

October 7th was launch day — the moment Deep House finally stepped out into the world. I won’t pretend it wasn’t nerve-wracking. After twelve years of sitting quietly as printed pages in a file (that’s how behind the times I was!), the story was suddenly out there. No take-backs. No hiding. Just walking on its own two haunted feet.

For a long time, I couldn’t publish — some reasons were personal, others purely about confidence. But the world, and technology, have changed so much since then....

Hello and welcome,

I can’t tell you how much it means that you’re here at the very start of this journey. Writing can be such a solitary act, but sharing it with others is what brings the words to life.

One of the most rewarding parts of preparing this book has been working with my ARC readers. They’ve not only spotted mistakes (always a bonus when you’re a one-person publishing team!) but have also offered honest, heartfelt feedback. Reading how they connected with the story in ways I hadn’t...