Have you ever . . .
. . . locked eyes with your reflection and said I feel like a woman? Was it a whisper? A roar?
Looking in the mirror is like glimpsing the gateway to your own strength. In one look, one breath, you recognize yourself.
Being a woman isn’t always soft. Some days it’s fire. Some days it’s ash. But always—it’s something fierce.
And let’s be honest—It takes more than a month to honour that kind of power.
Can you fit a thousand unspoken stories into twenty-eight days? How about twenty-nine, thirty or even thirty-one strung together like pearls?
In that single glimpse, you see wrinkles carved by laughter. Scars etched by heartbreak. And a resilience that refuses to bend.
Women carry silent knowledge in our bones— a knowing glance says I see you. A silent tear says I know that ache. We hold yearnings that live deep—even when they have no place to go.
I strive to see my female characters in 3D.
I think of how they face danger with steel in their spines. How they love despite the wounds, the flaws. And without the single promise of a rose garden.
Some of the best reads from authors I admire spill a woman’s heart onto the page with such vivid clarity I recognize my own reflection.
How about you?
🌿 Self-Care Spotlight
In the bustle of doing, giving, fixing—don’t forget to be. Refill your cup. Reclaim your breath.
Every morning, I allow myself a moment. Sometimes, it’s just a quiet sentence in a journal. Other times, it’s a tangled thought I need to set free. It’s not always pretty. It’s not always neat. But it clears the clutter from my head and leaves space for creativity.
Want to start your own daily reflecting habit? I made another gentle guide to help you slow down, breathe deep, and check in with the real you.
Novel Update
🔐 From the Pages of. . . Novel In Progress
Meetings with my editor this past month left me feeling electric 🤩
My protagonists? They’re not just brushing up against danger—they’re diving headfirst into it. And the stakes? Oh, they don’t just rise—they ignite.
In a world where digital evidence can be forged, and identities are no more than shifting code, truth becomes both a weapon and a wound. A single cipher reveals one secret—while concealing another. A security breach exposes weakness—but also forges connection.
Truth or Loyalty?
As Silken and Harrison—adversaries turned reluctant allies—step into this maze, they learn the real danger isn’t the data. It’s the lies they tell themselves about loyalty and the truths they’re willing to sacrifice to protect it.
💭 What would you risk more—truth or loyalty?
↩️ ✨Leave a comment and tell me which one pulls at your heart.
