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Over on Medium, I write to other writers—the ones still circling their stories, the ones staring at the blinking cursor with too much to say and no idea where to start. It’s where I share essays about the writing process, what I’ve learned by getting it wrong first, and the quiet rituals that keep me coming back to the page. Think of it as a series of notes left on your desk, written in the margins of my own work.
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What the Silence Meant
There were weeks I didn’t write, not because I had nothing to say—but because I couldn’t bear to hear it. Silence isn’t absence. It’s a room I return to when the noise outside doesn’t match the noise inside. This is what I learned by listening instead of speaking, by letting the page wait for me.
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On the Days When Nothing Feels True
Some days, every sentence feels like a lie—too neat, too practiced, too eager to resolve something still unraveling. But writing isn’t about certainty. It’s about showing up anyway. On those days, I write in fragments, metaphors, unfinished thoughts. Not because I know where I’m going, but because the act of writing is how I remember where I’ve been.
Field notes for the ones still making maps out of blank pages.
Field notes for the ones still making maps out of blank pages—that’s what you’ll find here. Essays, fragments, and quiet observations about the writing life: the doubt, the rituals, the rewrites no one sees. I write to the stuck, the starting over, the ones who whisper “maybe” to a draft they’re not sure they trust yet. It’s less how-to, more how-I-survived-this-part. If you’re still building your voice sentence by sentence, this is for you.
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Join me on Medium, where the pages are honest and the margins are full of whispers. If you’re writing your way through the mess too, come sit with me.
