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Why I Write By Tee M. When I was in seventh grade, my teacher, Mrs. Banks, asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. Without hesitation, I said, “I want to be a writer.” She looked at me and said it would never happen. Never. Fast forward. In high school, I became editor of the school newspaper all four years—grades nine through twelve. Later, I earned a full scholarship to college because of my passion for journalism. So why was she so certain I couldn’t do it? Because at the time, my reading comprehension was poor. I couldn’t spell. My grammar was atrocious. But what she didn’t know—what no test score could measure—was that I had a gift for storytelling. I could hold a room captive for hours, spinning tales for friends and family straight from my imagination. That was my superpower. It still is. The best writing advice I’ve ever received was simple: Just tell the story. Write your first draft without worrying about spelling, grammar, or the “small stuff.” If you focus too much on perfection, the story itself gets lost. So that’s what I do. Even with all the modern writing tools available, I still write my stories the same way—heart first. The first draft is just me, telling the story as it comes. It may not be the way everyone writes, but it’s what works for me. Because at the end of the day, I write because I love to tell stories. My journey to becoming a reader was a long one, but now I read everything I can get my hands on. And yes—my favorite stories always end in happily ever after. Someone once told me I must be a hopeless romantic because I’m obsessed with happy endings. They were right. To be a writer, I believe you have to love storytelling. To become a published author—that’s a different journey. Not every story is meant to be shared with the world, but when you write one that is… you feel it deep down. There’s a lot of self-publishing happening these days, but that’s not the part I know. What I know is this: I tell stories. That’s what I do. I also journal and blog—but not about writing. My journals are filled with daydreams, character conversations, and little scraps of future stories. My blog is more of a break—an outlet, a place to learn, explore, and connect. My head is often in the clouds, and I like it that way. I don’t like nightmares. I prefer dreams filled with love, kindness, and a little magic. Because in my world, the story is everything. |
| Stories wear masks. Some show you battles and prophecy first — wolves, destiny, old magic stirring in the dark. But beneath every legend, there’s a quieter truth humming like a heartbeat. Not loud. Not demanding. Just… present. Waiting to be seen. This Moon Saga carries that kind of truth. It isn’t only a tale of wolves, tribes, and humans bound by ancient promises. It’s also a story about fear — how people learn it, inherit it, cling to it. Prejudice doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it breathes in silence, in glances that look away, in histories no one wants to face. And yet, even there, love keeps trying to bloom. Across borders and bloodlines. Across old wounds and older grudges. Across the places where suspicion once rooted itself deep. A girl stands at the center of that struggle. She isn’t a warrior because she fights. She’s a warrior because she chooses gentleness where others choose walls. She bridges worlds by believing they can meet in the first place. Her kindness isn’t softness. It is rebellion. It is strength in its most unassuming form. Every prophecy in this story isn’t just fate — it’s a choice. Each act of grace, a small revolt. Each forgiveness, a chain breaking link by link. It is heart, It is wolf It is moon It speaks one simple belief: Love — steady, patient, unafraid — is the oldest magic there is. And even when the world divides itself into us and them, the heart can choose we instead. |
| I am just trying to figure out how this site works right now… So a blog about my work. Starting with I believe in love at first sight, and I believe in happily ever after. Often, I start with a little tease like “Sharp’s Awakening Heart” —just a glimpse of a moment, a spark on the page. It’s my way of feeling my way into a story, testing its heartbeat. Slowly, almost without realizing it, the characters begin to embed themselves in my heart. They whisper their secrets, reveal their wounds, and before long, their stories take on a life of their own. It never feels forced. It’s as if they were waiting all along, ready for me to listen. And when I do, the words come—not as work, but as a kind of magic. |
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