Writing paranormal romance brings out a very specific kind of creativity in me the kind that wonders, “What if the brooding love interest is actually a shapeshifter who keeps accidentally turning into a raccoon whenever they get nervous?” There’s something hilarious and oddly charming about mixing supernatural drama with the kind of romantic tension that could power a small city. The genre basically hands you a mysterious forest, a full moon, and a dangerously attractive person who may or may not have paws sometimes, and says, “Have fun with that.”

Choosing between Superfriends from the 1970s and Scooby-Doo feels almost impossible because both shows hold such a special place in my life. On one hand, Scooby-Doo brings endless fun with its quirky mysteries, adorable characters, and that unforgettable mix of humor and suspense. On the other hand, Superfriends captures the adventure of superhero, with iconic figures like Superman, Batman, and especially Wonder Woman, my absolute number one hero.

Over the years, I’ve faced many difficult decisions, but the one that stands out as the hardest was choosing not to return to long-term substitute teaching after Covid. Teaching was never just a job for me. I loved the kids, the rhythm of the school day, the energy of the classroom, and the sense of purpose that came with being part of an educational community.

I know the “ideal” answer would be something like exercising more, spending time on productive habits, or dedicating myself to writing and promoting my books. But if I’m being real, when I have free time, I end up watching my Cdramas and Kdramas. There’s just something about the storytelling, the emotions, and the twists that pull me in. It’s not just mindless entertainment either, it’s how I unwind, recharge, and sometimes even spark new ideas for my own writing.

Veterans symbolize the spirit of courage and sacrifice. They have carried the weight of duty on their shoulders, often far from home, to protect the freedoms we hold dear. Their service is not only about battles fought but also about the quiet strength and honor they displayed in every moment of commitment. Each veteran’s journey tells a story of dedication, whether through the hardships of deployment, the bonds of brotherhood and sisterhood, or the challenge of returning to civilian life with dignity and grace.

History has always held a special place in my heart. There's something extremely fascinating about discovering the stories of ancient civilizations, transformative events, and the people who shaped the world we live in today. World history, in particular, draws me in with its immense tapestry of cultures, conflicts, and innovations. It reveals how societies evolved, interacted, and influenced one another across continents and centuries.

Back from vacation, but it feels like I need another one just to recover. The trip itself was great, but the journey home completely threw me off. I lost an entire day to travel between layovers, time zones blurred, and the general chaos of airports. I had this optimistic idea that I’d catch some sleep on the plane, but of course, that didn’t happen.

Life without a computer unfolds with a slower, more intentional pace. Mornings begins with quiet reflection or the rustle of the morning paper not with a screen’s glow. Neighborhoods sounds replaces notification pings, and the feel of pen on paper becomes a daily ritual. Creativity flows through sketchbooks and handwritten letters. There’s space to notice the way light filters through leaves or how your mood shifts with the weather.

One of the most valuable lessons I wish I had learned earlier in life is the importance of letting go of strangers’ opinions. For a long time, I allowed the judgments of people I barely knew or didn’t care about to occupy space in my mind. I let their opinions shape how I saw myself. But the moment I realized that these individuals held no meaningful place in my life, everything began to shift.

Tonight’s dinner? Stuffed peppers with cauliflower rice. Because apparently, I’ve decided to pre-pay my guilt before diving headfirst into the Dominican buffet. My husband and I are heading there for our anniversary, and I’d really prefer to fit into my vacation clothes without resorting to a beach towel toga. So its keto or Atkins, whichever one lets me pretend cauliflower is rice without sobbing into my sauté pan.

I stumbled onto the WordPress blog by accident like tripping over a hidden door in a library I didn’t know was there. I’m what you’d call a certified tech klutz. TikTok and Instagram? Tried them. Flopped spectacularly. It left me dazed, confused, and mildly humiliated. But the blog? That felt different. But finding the blog with its daily prompts felt like the universe gently nudging me toward something that actually fits.

I am a Trekkie forever. The original Star Trek series will always be the best. A mythic trek masked as science fiction. Each character symbolizes a timeless archetype exploring the stars. Captain James T. Kirk stands as the Warrior-King, bold and instinctive, a modern Odysseus steering his ship through galactic trials. Mr. Spock is the Sage, the eternal Seeker of Truth, caught between two worlds like Hermes at the crossroads.

What I enjoy most about writing is the instant stories take shape on the page. The moment when scattered ideas transform into worlds. I’m captivated by the characters who emerge: each one distinct, layered, and full of surprises. I love exploring how they meet, clash, connect, and grow. How their relationships evolve through hardships, success and special moments. The obstacles they face aren’t just plot points; they’re reflections of strength and love in all its forms.

I live in what feels like the driest state in North America. Maybe it’s not, technically but the sun scorches like it’s trying to prove a point. Yet beneath the dust and heat, my community blooms with cultural richness. You’ll find Navajo jewelry sold beside Mexican pan dulce, powwow drums echoing near quinceañera halls, and murals that blend desert mythology with urban grit.

Reading is my go-to for peace. If I’m feeling stressed or just worn out, I’ll crack open a book and everything else kind of melts away. I get totally wrapped up in the story, like I’m living it myself. It doesn’t even matter what kind of romance book it is romantasy, paranormal, sci-fi, mystery, monster or mafia romance, whatever. As soon as I start reading, it’s like flipping a switch.

In my universe, I’d still be married to the same wonderful man, and my kids would be just as they are, though my daughter might have a little less sass. Magic would be part of everyday life. I’d carry a wand for small enchantments, and my spell lab would be tucked into a cozy corner, filled with glowing vials, ancient books, and maybe a skull or two inhabited by a friendly spirit who offers advice and the occasional sarcastic remark.