After my dad died, it was hard for me to continue. I felt stuck, frozen, until it caused me to want to jump into things without really thinking them through. I didn't really care about the outcome; I just wanted things done. I was tired of making decisions, which is not a great place for a writer because you are deciding every moment of your character's life. Eventually, I was able to really move through my grief with a little more wisdom and strength. I had to make an active choice to lean...

After my dad passed away, I struggled with writing. Everything seemed harder. Every little step felt like a giant step, so I didn’t take any. I became stuck, frozen . The lack of blog posts for the past two years and the delay in publishing my third novel are proof of this. However, recently, I began to thaw and crawl out of the giant iceberg I had been encased in, proving to myself that if we don’t ever completely move past grief, we can still move through it with grace. Here are a few...

What do you think about when you are choosing your word for the year? Perhaps it is —What do I need to do better? What do I want to work...