Beyond Fiction

When I was younger, I thought storytelling was something you consumed, whether it were books, movies or late-night whispers between cousins at sleepovers. It wasn't until much later that I realized storytelling is also something that consumes you.

The characters that show up in my head, don't wait politely. They make a grand entrance. Their complicated stories demand to be seen, to be heard, to be understood. Writing for me isn't optional. If I'm breathing, I'm creating, and most of my characters visit me in a dream. When I wake, I have to quickly jot them down on paper and make sense of all the noise.

As an author, I'm interested in stories that dig deeper into what it means to be human. The flaws, ethical dilemmas, secrets, and most of all the traumas that make or break us, is my biggest niche. No offense to "cookie cutter" stories that end with a nice bow at the end, I live for chaos and the unexpected.

In truth, I am the most complicated person I know. I overthink my work, sometimes to the point of paralysis. I'll edit the same sentence a dozen times, second-guess whether my ideas are good enough and stall my own progress. The tendency to overanalyze has been my biggest setback, and the greatest obstacle I'll have to overcome if I want to fulfill my dream as an author, screenwriter and film producer. This blog in many ways, will be my diary of that journey. A space where I document the struggles, the breakthroughs, and everything in between. Maybe it can serve as encouragement for other writers walking the same path, trying to make sense of their own creative chaos.