John sat at his cluttered office desk, the fluorescent lights flickering above him. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he sighed, trying to concentrate on his work. The phone…
I am currently in the process of writing multiple books. Unfortunately, it is far too much to do all at once. For example, when I wrote "The Red Myths", I…
Abico watched the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the secluded Maroon village, nestled at the edge of an ancient forest hidden in the rolling hills of the Jamaican…
In the bustling world of words, deadlines, and creativity, the art of taking breaks might seem counterintuitive to a writer's mission. Yet, as pens are laid to rest and keyboards…
Old newspapers rustled and danced through the air, their weathered pages fluttering and spinning in a graceful ballet. Small debris, carried on the gentle ocean breeze, pirouetted along the sidewalk,…
In the heart of the whispering woods, under the glow of a crescent moon, Lena stumbled upon a clearing she had never seen before. The air buzzed with a strange…