This page is not about me.
It’s about YOU.
With over seven billion people, seven billion voices in the world, it can seem impossible to have yours heard.
But among those seven billion, no two voices are exactly the same.
That includes yours.
No one else can be you. No one else can do what makes you uniquely you. And that is precisely your power.
Contrary to what you’ve been told, you have power.
It’s in your pen.
It’s in the page.
I’ll tell you a little story…
He was my best friend in high school.
I still think of him often even though we’ve long since gone our separate ways.
I’d always admired him. His hustle.
He was a singer. Through and through.
And what’s more he knew it.
All you had to do was take one look at him as he opened his mouth and let the most hauntingly beautiful sounds out, and you too would know it. This man was born to do this, and just this.
It made me so unbelievably jealous.
I want that, I’d tell myself over and over again, searching for something and getting so close but never quite finding it.
Or rather, finding it bust still not believing.
I wanted to wake up a know what it is I was put here for. I wanted to go to bed with that same conviction, satisfied that I spent the day pursuing what it was I know I was meant to do.
One phone call changed all of that for me.
He was talking to a relative and so I only heard his side of the conversation. I’m not sure exactly what prompted him to bring me up, but he said this one simple sentence and it changed everything for me.
“You should talk to Desiree about that,” he said. “She’s a writer.”
“She’s a writer.”
That one simple sentence echoed in me for some time afterward.
And of course, I’d known it all along, somewhere deep inside. But I guess I needed to hear to someone say it. Needed someone to look at me and recognize, to see what I saw. And yes, validate it.
Who You Are…
If this is you right now, and you’re reading this, let me do for you what my friend did for me.
I see you.
And yes, you are a writer.
The one who dreams about blank pages and inky, squiggly lines.
You want purpose. Writing gives you that purpose.
You want to matter, to make a difference. Writing gives you that.
You want to have something that’s yours, something you created. Writing gives you that.
And you want community, a place to belong. Writing can give you that also.
You don’t just owe it to yourself, you owe it to the world. You don’t just want to…you absolutely must.
Let me say it again. You are a writer.
Now get to work.
About This Site…
This is my space to talk about writing and also chronicle my growth as an author. I talk about the ups, the downs, and the struggles. I also tackle the sometimes windy road of publishing and book marketing and talk to some really kick ass writers on my podcast. I hope that some of this will resonate with you, whether you’re an avid reader or a writer like myself, or both.
And Now About Me…
I’ve been writing since before I could talk. Or, at least, that’s how it seems
Growing up I talked way too much. It was the one thing both my parents and teachers always complained about. My grandma used to sneak teaspoonfuls of brandy into my mouth when I was still very young so that I would shut up in the hopes that maybe she’d get a good night’s sleep.
I never actually really learned to shut up.
Just learned to take everything I wanted to say to the page instead.
My love affair with the written word is long, torrid and well documented.
As a child, I’d spend my weekends making books. Yes, actually making, as in writing-drawing-binding, books. It didn’t really matter what kind. Newspapers, comics, collections of short stories. I’d scribble anything that came to mind on notebook paper and then staple the pages together.
Before I knew it, I had a stack of books.
The original self publishing.
In junior high, I graduated to writing melodramatic novels in tattered composition notebooks. They were a hit with my classmates though, and we all spent more time reading the newest installments than we did actually paying attention to our lessons.
Since then, I’ve had stories published in anthologies such as Lust Chronicles and The Mile High Club and my musings have appeared in publications such as the Huffington Post and The Frisky.
My early writing was mostly centered on naughty things but I’ve since entered the twisted world of thrillers. Currently, I’m putting the finishes touches on my debut novella, White Rabbit, which will be out this November.
I live in Brooklyn, New York with my husband Jason, and my cat, Snarf.
I’m a passionate lover of books, Scrabble, and cats. I also really like french fries, Indiana jones movies, ice cream, and Vin Diesel. In that order.