There are stories I’m writing. There are stories I’m planning to write. And then there are the stories quietly living in the back of my brain, taking up space and apparently making themselves comfortable until I finally pay attention to them. Those might be my favorite kind. Because for me, a story rarely begins when…
Lately I’ve been thinking about how quickly everything moves online. One post replaces another. One trend replaces the next. Everything seems to disappear almost as quickly as it arrives. Sometimes it feels like we’re all being encouraged to move a little faster. Create more. Post more. Keep up. As someone who spends most of her…
A coffee shop, a notebook, and a few new story worlds. I have a list. Not a serious list. Not a productivity list. A coffee shop list. Whenever I hear about a cozy café, a local coffee shop, or a place that looks like it belongs inside a story, I add it to the…
For a while, the Atrium sat quiet. The lights were still on. The books were still on the shelves. The stories were still waiting where I’d left them. But after a season of burnout, I found myself spending less time in the spaces that once felt like home. I wasn’t writing as much. I wasn’t…