What Is Visionary Fiction, Anyway?
Some people call it spiritual fiction. Others call it metaphysical. Some say it's literary with a mystic twist. For me, it’s all of the above—and something deeper. Visionary fiction is…
Real Places That Shaped Grace’s Story
Some places imprint on you. Not just because of what they are—but because of who you were when you walked through their doors. When I was writing The Second Coming…
The Stories Between the Scenes
When I first began writing The Second Coming of Grace, I knew I was telling one story—but I could feel others stirring just beneath the surface. A sideways glance from…
My Canadian Publishing Journey: Why I Chose to Stay North of the Border
When I first set out to publish The Second Coming of Grace, I knew I was stepping into unfamiliar territory—not just as a debut novelist, but as a Canadian author…
Launch Day! The Second Coming of Grace Is Here
It’s here. The Second Coming of Grace is officially out in the world. I’ve typed those words in journal entries, imagined them late at night, and whispered them to myself…
On the Eve of Launch: What The Second Coming of Grace Means to Me
It’s happening. In just a few days, The Second Coming of Grace will be out in the world. And while I’ve been building toward this moment for months (and in…
Sneak Peek: The Opening Lines of Grace
We begin with a dream. A woman. A cross. Pain that lives in the body, not just the mind. These are the first lines of The Second Coming of Grace—a…
Paper Stars: The Small Signs That Guide Us
It was just a moment. Grace, sitting across from Liam at Future Bakery. A paper star taped above a flyer on the corkboard. Five uneven points. Delicate. Out of place.…
From Scar to Story: Trauma, Healing, and the Role of Fiction
Some wounds stay hidden.Others become stories. When I began writing The Second Coming of Grace, I didn’t set out to write about trauma. I set out to write about awakening,…
Zofia: The Ancestor Who Refused to Be Silent
Some characters come to you fully formed. Others reveal themselves slowly, like a memory rising to the surface. Zofia was both. She began as a piece of family history—a real…