Why I Write
The reason I began writing again is deeply personal.
When my daddy was battling pancreatic cancer, I stayed with him through nearly the entire fight. During that last year we practically lived at the hospital. In the evenings we would sit together, talking, debating, and watching old movies.
One night, while Gone With the Wind happened to be on television, he told me something that stayed with me. He said I should start writing again.
He had always wanted to write a western novel himself, and during his hospital stays we talked about it many times. Writing was something we both loved, even when life pulled us in different directions.
About a year after he passed away, I picked up a pen and a notebook.
I wrote just one sentence.
"I'm going to write just for you, Daddy."
And that was how I started again.
Every story I write carries a little piece of that promise with it.
That promise became the beginning of everything that followed.
Today, every story I write carries the same heart behind it—stories about resilience, found family, second chances, and the courage it takes to choose love even after life’s hardest moments.
