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There comes a point when the fictional world inside your head becomes too large to live there comfortably.

For me, that point arrived somewhere around eight books.

It wasn't...

You close the manuscript and take a few days off. Then your characters start calling. A writer’s encounter with Character Whispers, the Phantom Guilt Equation, and the strange...

Being an independent author has taught me many things.

I've learned about editing, formatting, metadata, ISBNs, retailer dashboards, advertising, mailing lists, audiobooks,...

This morning, exhausted after another late night of writing, I reluctantly made my way to my desk.

The past few weeks have been taxing. My mind has been stretched between...

There is a peculiar moment in writing that I have only recently learned how to recognise.

I call it Absent Presence.

I doubt the term will trouble the great halls of literary...

Last night I was curled up by the fire, reading a book I'd found through another author. I'd fallen into...

My father died three times before I turned twelve.

At least, that's what my mother told me — three different deaths, three different lies, each one chosen to keep me from ever...

Let’s talk about a recent Verified Purchase review left for my latest book, Serenity Falls. The reader pointed out two continuity errors across the series. First, they noticed...

After Twinkle, my beloved horse, passed away, life carried me back to the small city we had once called home. And this time, something unexpected happened—I fell completely in...

To truly understand my bond with Copper, I need to take you further back.

Before Copper… there was Twinkle.

I found myself on a farm, hundreds of miles from home, spending my...

As I sat at my writing desk, a sudden recollection of my teenage years washed over me.

I’m not entirely sure what sparked it. A trigger, perhaps. Or something quieter—something...

Something was nagging at the back of my mind yesterday during my run. Not an unpleasant feeling — more like an itch just out of reach, persistent and quietly insistent. This is...

There was never any doubt in my mind, or my heart, that I wanted to become a full-time writer. "One day, when I'm grown up," as they say. Of my few acquaintances, only one...

Readers, fellow authors, and writers often ask me the same two questions:

“What is your favourite book?” and “Who is your favourite author?”

It is a difficult question to answer,...

Six months ago, I had no idea that my time at the mental health clinic would set in motion everything that followed. If I had known then what I know now, I would have cherished...

Some milestones don’t arrive with trumpets.

They slip quietly into your inbox on an ordinary day, disguised as just another message among many.

I had just finished Serenity Falls...

I haven’t saved much for retirement, largely because I never expected to reach this stage of life. It’s not something I ever imagined. Sitting here now, staring at words on a...

Let’s travel back two decades, so this story makes sense.

Once again, I found myself near the top of the corporate ladder. Over time, my responsibilities grew until I was...

This morning, staring at my computer screen, I was utterly dumbfounded.

Sometimes being a writer simply doesn’t add up. I love writing — fiercely. It excites me, frightens me a...

This wasn’t the first time I had experienced something mysterious.

Similar strange occurrences happened to me both before and after the Soweto massacre. Most have faded with...