I hadn’t written in months.
And then one day, I went outside and a bird was building her nest in front of me. Fearless, focused, and with her man by her side.
That moment? I started writing again.
Bird’s Nest was born from stillness, from instinct, and from a whisper that turned into a roar.
The bird showed up.
The words came back. And now… so have I.
“The How…” The bird was real.
The story that followed is wild imagination, born from the space silence leaves behind.
At its heart lies the knowing of loss, and the slow, unshakeable recovery found only in grace.
“The Who…”
After creating Bird’s Nest I returned to my original projects with fresh eyes.
Editing both of my main works, finishing a screenplay, and setting four new projects in motion.
The Birds sparked something in me that hasn’t left since they landed.
Their presence reminded me that creativity can always be rebuilt, one piece at a time.
I’m grateful for the doves who helped me remember who I am.
Meet Him… Nathaniel.
Ambitious. Magnetic. Brilliant.
The kind of man people admire and follow without asking him where he’s going.
He’s not just an architect.
He’s THE architect.
The one who designs the impossible and never leaves a client unsatisfied.
Except her. He’s heartbroken.
He’s regretful.
He’s trying to do better.
But trying doesn’t erase the damage.
And love… doesn’t rebuild itself.
Meet her… Gabrielle Career-obsessed.
Heart-broken.
Right on the end of losing her cool…And baby, her cool is everything.
She’s private.
She’s polished.
She thought she escaped her own thoughts.
Spoiler. She didn’t.
So spark one with her.
She’s done hiding. She’s not the storm.
She’s the fuse.