Writing is a 24/7 job. You live it, eat it, breathe it… the pay can be pretty lousy, but you do it happily, because you love it!!! That, and from the day you started writing...

Masks camouflage the faces of both good and evil. Keeps hidden what is a truth and what is a lie.

Katherine screwed her nose up at the taste of the instant coffee.Grace laughed. “Trust me. You love this stuff. You can’t start your day without it.””Well that is just depressing,” Katherine murmured, chasing a pea...

Joshua to Angela: “Please, Angela, do it for me… and you never know you just might have fun.” She looked at him warily. “I find that highly doubtful, Josh.””Well how will you know unless you...

Excerpt: Paradox – Bound By Blood. The hands on a clock never falter, not for a second. One day ends; and a new begins. If there was one thing on this earth that could be...

Sometimes, the only soul that can mend a broken heart is the one that broke it. For they are the ones holding all the pieces.

Firstly, though we have to clean this blood up off the tiles before it dries. It is far easier to clean the blood up while it’s still wet.””How do you know this stuff?” Grace said...

I live precariously through my characters – so I want them to be loved passionately, live vibrantly, love unconditionally. Make friends they would die for – Explore unimaginable possibilities from all warps of life. And...

Whatever. I know that when a monster is chasing you. You take your high-heeled shoes off. I’ve learned that … And you never, ever dangle your legs over the edge of the bed at night...

Every time your heart is broken, a doorway cracks open to a world full of new beginnings, new opportunities.

I understand that if you have never suffered a broken heart, then you have never really known what it is to truly be alive. And I understand that at that precise moment, when your heart...

The Angel of Death took the woman’s frail hand. “Don’t be afraid.” she said. “Life is your past. Death, on the other hand, is your soul preparing for a new beginning. A brand new adventure,...

Mr. Chan,” Grace said as the wind whipped strands of her hair across her face. “What are you doing here?” She shouted over the howling wind as it lashed around them.”Catering,” the old man said...

I have loved and lost in so many different ways. And I have died endless deaths… So when I ask myself, the question today, who am I? My answer is…I do not know.