fiction
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In my last post, I shared three shows and books that have been feeding the atmosphere of my current novel — stories that echo the emotional terrain, the tension, the quiet unraveling, and the rebuilding my main character is walking through. But the truth is, what I watch and read doesn’t just inspire my writing.…
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People ask me sometimes if all my books will be as emotionally charged as the one I’m writing now. And the answer is simple: No — but they will always be real. I’m not interested in writing stories that float on the surface. I’m drawn to the layers — the identity shifts, the quiet battles,…
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My first book opens with a woman standing at the edge of a life she no longer recognizes. Pregnant. Exhausted. Heartbroken. And carrying the weight of a future she never imagined she’d have to face alone. She leaves the life she thought she would build with her husband — the life she planned, prayed for,…
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As I write my first book, I’m learning that the characters who show up on the page are not random. They are echoes of the women I’ve known, the women I’ve been, and the women whose stories deserve to be held with tenderness and truth. They come to me layered, complicated, resilient, flawed, soft, and…
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As I write my first book, I keep thinking about the people who will one day hold it in their hands. Not in a broad, abstract way — but in a deeply personal one. I think about the readers who will find themselves in my stories, the ones who will feel seen in ways they…
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Every writer has an origin story. Some people think it starts with the first book — the one with a spine and a cover and an ISBN number. But for me, the beginning is here. On this website. In these early posts. In the quiet decision to finally show up for the dream I’ve carried…
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She noticed it before he did — the distance. Not the kind measured in feet or rooms, but the kind that settles quietly between two people who used to move in rhythm without thinking. It wasn’t a fight or a moment or a single sharp word. It was smaller than that. Softer. The kind of…
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ADHD for a child is like having a storm inside your body while everyone else expects sunshine. The meltdown starts the way it always does — suddenly, and then all at once. Her son’s body jerks in sharp, frantic movements, as if his emotions are too big for his small frame to hold. His arms…
Leigh C. Mitchell 